I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 655

Chapter 36: No Skills, Just Feelings

“Miss Alice, the matter of the Saint’s Guard relates to your reputation…”

“As long as it’s for my Master.”

“Are you sure you won’t reconsider…?”

“As long as it’s for my Master!”

“Um, do you really…?”

“As long as it’s for my Master!!!”

At this point, Alice put on a cold face and glared with a fierce intensity, showing no signs of backing down.

Having Roy serve as the Saint’s Guard was a bottom line for Alice—absolutely non-negotiable.

The higher-ups of the White Harbor Church were now completely confused.

They had thought Alice was the kind of maid who would be manipulated by a rogue, eager to lean towards their church and preferably kick her Master Roy to the curb. Who knew the little gal had such a firm attitude?

Even the Saint candidates from the Eastern continent wouldn’t dare talk to their superiors like this.

But alas, Alice was a once-in-a-century talent; no matter how tough her stance was, a bunch of priests and nuns dared not scowl at her.

Roy silently sipped tea on the side, totally unsurprised and unflustered.

His little maid’s loyalty repeatedly surpassed his expectations; how could a few words possibly sway her?

Speaking of which, this tea was really bad! Not even as good as the boiled water that the little maid makes—yuck!

Theoretically, it was not unheard of for a maid to receive the church’s favor, and they were witnessing someone earnestly calling out “Master” repeatedly for the first time!

Plus, just look at those bright, pure eyes—clearly sincere!

Even among the Holy Light’s followers, there probably weren’t many who could show such pure gazes, right?!

Roy felt both touched and embarrassed at first, but as he listened, it started to feel a bit… weird.

Worshipping someone to this extent was a bit much! Don’t let people misinterpret you as a cultist brainwashing a poor girl!

After a ten-minute speech with zero skills, just pure feelings, Alice finally breathed a small sigh of relief and concluded, “Anyway, my Master may not be omnipotent, but to me, not having my Master is absolutely unbearable!”

And at this moment, Teresa couldn’t help but chuckle, her gaze toward the master and maid growing warmer.

“I understand now.”

“Mr. Roy, I apologize. The church mistook you for someone who used dirty tricks to toy with Alice’s feelings and tried to use her candidacy to seek personal gain.”

“But that’s not the case, right?”

Teresa leaned in slightly, scrutinizing the duo, a smile creeping at the corners of her mouth, “What you share is genuine.”

“Your Master cherishes the maid, and the maid cherishes the Master. The bond of feelings is so intense that Alice is even willing to give up the position of Saint and oppose the church, rather than leave your side, isn’t that right?!”

“Um… right?” Roy responded softly.

Why does it feel like his tone keeps rising? That look in her eyes is seriously giving him the creeps!

In the original story, Teresa was a reasonable, kind person, the epitome of a benevolent saint.

Alice, lowly and bullied, being chosen as a Saint candidate, was largely thanks to Teresa’s help. She was also one of the few trusted friends acknowledged by the “Sage.”

Roy had anticipated Teresa’s support.

But he still felt something familiar in her gaze that was a bit unsettling…

“Everyone, no more probing,” Teresa announced, glancing around with a tone of finality. “Real gold fears no fire; no one can tear apart those who understand each other’s hearts.”

Alice remembered to nod politely, “Thank you.”

Although it was framed as probing, Roy believed that some of the higher-ups definitely wanted to kick him aside and make their own choice for the Saint’s Guard to monopolize the benefits Alice would bring.

Unfortunately, the “Saint Nun” either stayed silent or made firm decisions.

Even if she wasn’t a bishop or held real power, as a high-level Extraordinary Being and a hero who once hunted a Demon King, at least within White Harbor, Teresa’s authority was unshakeable.

Whether they liked it or not, the group of priests and nuns had no choice but to nod and agree, welcoming Roy as the Saint’s Guard, representing White Harbor.

After the meeting concluded, Roy and Alice officially held a ceremony at the church, surrounded by the church’s high-ranking officers, receiving the white robes symbolizing their status as a Saint candidate and Saint’s Guard from Sister Teresa.

“Roy Ainbrad, I believe you, as the student favored by the ‘Sage’ and the heir of the Blue Trial—son of ‘Ironblood,’ along with your own capabilities, will never disgrace the title of Saint’s Guard,” Teresa deliberately mentioned Roy’s honors, giving a little nudge to some shady folks lurking about.

It turned out those titles were effective; several high-ranking officials clearly retracted their hidden contempt and became more respectful.

“Every Saint candidate is supported by the diocese and the Archbishop who recommends them. While White Harbor may be slightly inferior to the Eastern continent’s dioceses, as the ‘Saint Nun,’ I will do everything in my power to help you both achieve victory!”

Having support is great, but wasn’t Teresa in the original story a lazy dog? Why was she so fired up now?

Confused as he was, Roy still humbly expressed his gratitude.

“Tomorrow, the remaining Saint candidates will arrive at White Harbor, and there will be a welcoming banquet where you can meet the competitors from the East.”

“The church has prepared the most comfortable rooms for you; you should rest early tonight.”

With the nuns’ hospitality, Roy and Alice settled into the White Harbor church.

The room was well-lit, spacious, and comfortable, decorated modestly yet rich with a religious ambiance, giving it a pure and beautiful feel.

However, there was one serious issue.

Two people living in one room? The church was really stingy!