I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 654

Chapter 35: The Wind’s Evaluation

You can imagine that the Eastern Continent would not be pleased to see a candidate from the Western Continent win the Saint position. Joining forces to deal with Alice became a common consensus among several Saint candidates from the Eastern Continent.

However, the Sage Booker didn’t worry much.

He casually set aside Theresa’s reply, sipping his hot tea, clearly not planning to write a response.

“Booker, let me say it again: I’m not interested in a game I can’t win. It’s utterly impossible for a makeshift Holy Light Extraordinary Being with lowly bloodline to beat the Saint candidates groomed from childhood in the Eastern Continent!”

Generally speaking, the Holy Light Extraordinary Beings had little chance of winning.

But that girl, she didn’t seem ordinary, did she?

In the history of Saint trials, the church branches in the Western Continent had always been excluded due to a lack of strong competitors, leaving them feeble.

But this time, with the bestowed Holy Light extraordinary being as a trial candidate, and the Saint Nun herself as the backing recommendor, plus the current False King’s blood, Roy Ainbrad, personally assisting…

Booker couldn’t help but curl his lips, a glimmer of sharpness flashing in his eyes for the first time in ages.

Even facing the Eastern Continent’s church, this lineup might indeed have a chance to compete!

Three days later.

Roy and Alice received a grand welcome from the church’s higher-ups, being brought into the White Harbor Church.

Unlike the preliminary selection, this time there was no endless queue; instead, the nuns respectfully led them into the chapel to meet the senior officials, headed by Saint Nun Theresa.

Including Theresa, all the church high-ups had absolutely no interest in the Saint trial.

Not because they didn’t care, but because they really were pathetic.

Despite White Harbor being the largest church stronghold on the Western Continent, with a long history and many followers, overseen by a world-saving hero and hailed as the Promised Land of the Goddess in the West, the Starting Point of the Path to Redemption, it still paled in comparison to the East.

The Eastern Continent had established three major dioceses and the Holy City of Luxelir. Each diocese was headed by an Archbishop, enjoying numerous extraordinary resources, while the Holy City was directly managed by the Pope, under whom were countless clerics, all part of a complete Holy Light extraordinary being training system.

While White Harbor had the reputation as the fourth major diocese, it really was just a pretty name. Not to mention the Holy City, any single diocese’s extraordinary resources could easily outmatch White Harbor.

The number of newly promoted extraordinary beings in the Eastern Continent each year could rival that of the Western Continent—this year’s mid-tier candidates alone were nearing double digits.

And White Harbor hadn’t had a Holy Light Extraordinary Being above Sequence 7 in ten years.

The availability of extraordinary resources determined the upper limit of being extraordinary; to put it plainly, the Western Continent felt like it was in exile from the entire church.

Years went by without seeing talent, unable to cultivate it either.

As for the priests stationed in White Harbor, they were either half-retired old folks or those who offended someone and got exiled here.

In such a situation, they welcomed an angel.

Alice, who rose to Sequence 7 on her own and had at least a golden bloodline backing her, was undoubtedly a divine gift in the eyes of church higher-ups!

“Miss Alice, please have a seat quickly!”

“From now on, White Harbor will be your home!”

“Don’t think of us as outsiders!”

None of the church higher-ups harbored any prejudice against Alice due to her maid status; a bunch of old geezers would do anything to treat her like royalty.

Watching the esteemed old priest personally serve her tea, the professional maid felt uncomfortable, a bit out of her elements.

This tea-making skill is terrible.

Meanwhile, Roy, who also received the church’s hospitality thanks to Alice, felt a bit uneasy.

In the original story, the depiction of the maid’s Holy Light manifestation wasn’t so exaggerated. Whether she could be elected as a Saint candidate still had substantial internal disagreements in White Harbor, leading to a lot of plot developments.

Now, it’s great—this little maid is so impressive that there’s no longer any opposition within White Harbor, skipping ahead past these plot twists.

According to the original plot, that young Master Rafa originally had a few more chances for self-sabotage, but just the other day, he bawled while coming to apologize, confessing how he bullied small animals when he was a kid.

Looking like that, he probably wouldn’t have a part anymore.

Skipping some trouble and getting straight to the point is indeed a good thing.

However, all this glory belonged to Alice.

Just moments ago, two kindly, gray-haired old priests personally equipped forks and knives for the master and servant, one of them wearing a gentle expression said, “Miss Alice, first I must congratulate you on successfully passing the preliminary selection to become a Saint candidate, qualifying you to compete for the Saint position alongside other divine candidates.”

“I believe Miss Alice’s bloodline won’t lose to any of the candidates from the Eastern Continent.”

On the other side, a black-clad nun, stern and unsmiling, spoke, shifting the atmosphere downwards: “However, the Saint trial isn’t merely won by bloodlines.”

“It will test the candidates’ martial prowess, wisdom, character, and even luck and connections.”

“We’re not doubting Miss Alice; it’s just that this trial requires a duo cooperation.” The nun’s gaze settled on Roy, scrutinizing him closely: “I’m afraid Mr. Roy may not meet the requirements to be the Saint’s guard.”

In the original work, this scene involved Alice facing scrutiny from the church, and then Charlotte and others would burst in to stand firmly for the little maid, silencing the church.

Now it’s like, why is Roy the one being questioned?

Roy felt a mix of amusement and frustration: “So you all think I’m unworthy to be Alice’s Saint guard?”

“Mr. Roy, no offense meant, the Iron Blood at Sequence 6 is not weak but is not irreplaceable either. Plus, the image of the Saint’s guard could affect the Saint candidate, and your reputation…” The black-clad nun trailed off, hesitant to continue.

Roy’s achievements were considerable, and his reputation was indeed well-known.

However, his scandals were equally notorious.

The princess’s enemy, the heartthrob of the elf lineage, the lecher targeting the student council president, and even audacious enough to lay a hand on the daughter of an imperial duke—the director of the academy was practically shouting “LSP” all over his face!

Rumors said this guy was always partying with beauties, living it up! Before coming to the academy, he even harassed the daughters of various noble families, living an extravagant lifestyle!

After pondering for a while, the black-clad nun finally offered a high EQ statement: “Well, it’s a bit nuanced.”

Roy’s head filled with black lines, utterly unable to refute.

So all this fuss was over that reason?!

He was somewhat aware of being on multiple boats.

The Saint’s guard was supposed to embody purity, and his image really didn’t seem to align with that!

Even disregarding the ancient tales of ‘Rogue Roy’, his current reputation was indeed quite nuanced.

But Roy wasn’t comfortable entrusting the little maid to someone else, so he could only muster a thick skin and smile: “There’s always an exception; surely, we can be flexible on this?”

The senior church members exchanged glances.

Becoming a Saint’s guard for the trial was an honor that could solidify anyone’s power; this guy clearly wasn’t going to let go easily.

Just as the black-clad nun was preparing to deliver some harsh words, unexpectedly, Alice, who had been silent all along, suddenly coldly stated, “Alice’s guard can only be the Master.”