I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 659

Chapter 40: Please Mind Yourself

Although Roy and Alice stole the show, the two were ultimately not the true stars of the banquet.

As the time approached, a group of elegantly robed clergymen entered with the sound of the evening bells, causing an instant stir.

“That, that’s Archbishop Simon!”

“And the legendary Sword Saint!”

“I can’t believe I’m actually witnessing the chosen of the Holy Light and the hero of salvation!”

The archangels Simon Uriel and Sword Saint Rayo.

The former, the youngest archbishop in the church’s history, was famous, and in recent years he had become the hottest star of the Holy Light Church. The latter was a seasoned high-ranking powerhouse who had dealt with the demon race, an untouchable hero in the hearts of countless extraordinary beings.

Half of the attendees were believers of the Holy Light, and in their eyes, noble clergymen were even more esteemed than royalty.

Even the people of the Western Continent, regardless of their belief in the Holy Light, found it hard not to respect these two figures.

Roy hid behind the crowd, observing the two under the lights, but frowned slightly.

The appearance of the archangel matched the original story, but the arrival of the Sword Saint was unexpected.

Changes were never a good omen.

Unlike the holy nun Teresa and the sage Book, who were also high-ranking extraordinary beings of the Heroic Era, the gray-haired Sword Saint looked much more haggard than Roy had seen in his projection.

Only his sharp eyes remained, concealed with hidden sharpness.

Just making eye contact with him made Roy’s blood instinctively surge, akin to the cold sensation of a long sword pressed against his chest.

High-ranking extraordinary beings had already attained divinity, rising to realms unattainable by others. Yet, the pressure the Sword Saint exerted was even greater than that of the archangel.

Should one truly say he is the strongest swordsman honed on the battlefield against the demon race?

But what was the reason behind this unexpected appearance of the Sword Saint?

Roy had a bad premonition.

Indeed, the political figures of various factions present all turned pale upon seeing the Sword Saint’s entrance.

Unlike the archbishop, the Sword Saint was overpoweringly skilled yet bore little political significance; there was no need for him to be here for the saint’s trial, making it an unfriendly signal.

Teresa stepped forward to welcome the two illustrious figures, followed closely by representatives of various factions.

However, Roy had long been aware of the caliber of the upcoming saint candidates and was unwilling to get entangled with them, so he quietly retreated outside.

Just as the young man stepped out of the crowd, he collided head-on with a girl of striking presence.

Golden curls, a splendid robe, and an exquisitely noble girl resembling a work of art. As her skirt swept by, it seemed even starlight fell upon her, radiating an elegance in her every gesture.

Even in her light-colored eyes, a faint halo of the Holy Light could be seen, as if by her gaze, one could glimpse the beauty granted by the goddess.

Oloya of the Light Eyes.

Beside the girl were several handsome servants dressed in black.

At the banquet, countless male gazes lingered on her, even envying those who could follow her.

However, looking into those holy and unusual eyes, Roy felt no ripples in his heart; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

Artificial starlight, artificial eyes, mere tricks of illusion; compared to Alice, who could manifest the Holy Light solely through bloodline power, this was laughably inadequate.

When Oloya caught sight of Roy’s true appearance, her chest jolted.

With hair and eyes as dark as night and a face both valiant and elegant, he resembled the protagonist depicted in every knight’s novel.

So it turns out, just by appearance, the rumors were indeed not exaggerated.

Bringing a Western Continent dreamboat to heel must be delightful!

Oloya generously smiled and walked toward Roy.

“I’ve heard the holy knight from White Harbor is incredibly handsome. I didn’t expect the rumors to barely capture your looks.”

“I’m Oloya, very pleased to meet you, sir.”

Oloya executed a perfect curtsy.

Beneath her skirt, white stockings and smooth skin peeked out, shining brightly beneath the jewels adorning her gown.

Neither humble nor overbearing, flawless in execution.

But at the same time, accompanied by a barely noticeable pulse of extraordinary power, the Light Illusion was already in play.

With her tone and breath, the invisible extraordinary force seeped into the target’s soul, influencing the opponent’s subconscious.

Her image would be etched into his mind, and with a casual exchange, he would be enchanted, unable to forget her after just one glance.

No man could remain unflinching faced with such a tactic.

As it turned out, Roy’s gaze did flicker after being impacted by the illusion.

Was he really about to be taken down? He could at least try to be a bit more resilient!

However, contrary to what Oloya thought.

Illusions could counter illusions; the Blood Clan’s true progenitor’s Charm could fully negate Oloya’s abilities. On top of that, Phoenix was additionally shielding Roy’s soul, rendering any soul-affecting abilities mere food for the Phoenix.

“I can’t, it’s so sickly sweet I’m about to puke! That Holy Light illusion wave is truly hard to stomach!” — remarked the great foodie Phoenix.

Roy’s cold sweat wasn’t due to the woman before him, but rather because of the women behind him.

Since just now, at least five icy glares had been relentlessly stabbing him!

No, I can understand that Charlotte and the others are jealous, but why five? Who’s the fifth person?!

“Very nice to meet you, Miss Oloya, but I still have some other matters to attend to…”

“Don’t be in a hurry. This is a rare chance. I’d like to learn more about you, Mr. Roy.”

Being a genius from the Eastern Continent, Oloya had obviously noticed the several gazes directed toward them, yet she responded not with anger but delight.

This is perfect!

The more popular Roy became, the greater her sense of accomplishment in capturing him!

“Mr. Roy, can you not spare me a bit more time to chat?” Oloya feigned a look of sorrow, carelessly inching closer to Roy.

“The men from the Eastern Continent are too dull; I’d rather talk with such an excellent peer like you.”

“Oh, I just want to chat with you, Mr. Roy, without any ulterior motives. Those girls won’t get angry seeing us like this, right…?”

Continuing to cast illusions, Oloya raised her head, aligning her halo-emanating eyes with Roy’s.

In that moment, the illusion was taken to its limit, and the invisible halo plunged deep into Roy’s soul.

Gotcha!

After all, the Iron Blooded had little resistance to illusions; Roy Ainbrad surely was at this level.

Oloya could no longer contain her smile.

“After the banquet, can you spend the evening with me?”

The most potent type of illusion is always through the eyes.

And the man gazed at by the eyes of the Light Illusion would be completely captured, reduced to a dog who wouldn’t complain even when ordered to lick boots.

Oloya boldly extended her hand towards Roy.

However, she couldn’t have predicted that the black-haired youth’s expression would turn ice cold. Not only did he reject her invitation, but he also forcefully shook off her hand.

Stepping back half a step, he spoke with utter indifference: “Miss Oloya, I must ask you to mind yourself!”