I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 668

Chapter 49: Within Three Days, I Want All the Information

At that moment, the sword sheath fell to the ground, followed by Levi’s deep assertion: “There’s no way we can lose.”

“Winning is a given.”

“But a son of a marquis with just a humble maid competing against us is an insult.”

Levi, with both hands on the sword hilt, raised his head arrogantly and surveyed the crowd: “Everyone, show your true abilities and completely crush them! Let them know the real gap between us!”

For Levi, victory was only expected. What he wanted was not just to win, but to utterly crush his opponents and double the humiliation he had suffered that day!

Only he deserved to stand at the top!

Under the majestic waves of Holy Light, the other three fell silent.

To them, the sword saint’s acknowledged prowess was like the king of a beast pack.

It’s said that Levi even had a chance to become a saint, but he abandoned that path to focus on swordsmanship.

In hindsight, he made the right choice.

His sword skills were so exquisite that neither Oroia nor Jay, let alone the battle-hardened Visalia, could help but be impressed.

And Oroia and Jay secretly felt lucky to have Levi by their side this time.

Wherever his sword pointed, everything would be annihilated.

So far, any target Levi had fixed on had never ended well.

Unlike the hostility that lingered between saint candidates.

In another room, Simon gazed at the starry sky, lost in deep thought.

The Intellect Angel, also known as the church’s brain trust.

Among several archbishops, Simon was not particularly known for martial prowess, nor was his divine skill the top tier; overall, he was actually one of the weaker archbishops.

What he excelled in was far-sightedness and psychological warfare, which was why he was assigned to bring the prophesied destined one back to the church.

But at this moment, the intellect angel’s eyes were filled with confusion.

“Senior Sword Saint, do you think there are girls who would like being treated like maids?”

The old man beside him, resting with his eyes closed, lifted his head, looking strange and even a bit disdainful.

Had the young man awakened some peculiar hobby, or was he finally going to sink to the level of the church’s beasts?

Without further questioning, Simon muttered to himself in confusion: “Why would a girl, a Holy Light Extraordinary Being, willingly become a mere maid? Is it a distortion of humanity or a decline of morality? What methods did Roy Ainbrad use?”

You’d say Roy treats Alice poorly, yet the girl would rather give up the church’s power to stay by his side.

You’d say Roy treats Alice well, but this guy makes her act like a maid, even causing her to cry in the freezing cold.

Simon was genuinely baffled.

The images from the Eye of the Divine Observation were not false, but the reasons behind them were likely entirely different from their earlier guesses.

The relationship between Roy and Alice needed to be further examined.

Simon tapped the table.

In the next moment, several cloaked servants appeared silently in front of him.

The Holy Light Church had a massive influence, with more than just the Sacred Knight Order under its command.

The Knight Order was only responsible for direct combat, while the Inquisition served as the church’s covert intelligence agency. Only the Intellect Angel had the authority to mobilize them outside of the Pope.

Simon ordered: “Within three days, I want all information on Roy and Alice.”

“Not rumors, but the undeniable truth.”

As the evening breeze passed, no servant remained in the room.

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Another ten days had passed since the welcome banquet.

At long last, the day of the saint candidate selection had arrived, as everyone anticipated.

On this day, the streets of White Port were festooned with decorations, and every corner was bustling with crowds. The usually busy docks were now flooded with nobles and believers from around the world.

Devout Holy Light believers even sold their possessions, eager to witness the saint they adored. Meanwhile, the higher-ups of various factions had no choice but to pay attention to the power shifts within the largest force in the human world.

The enthusiasm of the people for the selection surpassed any transition of kings and emperors.

After all, the hereditary system of noble families had little to do with them. But the saint selection was framed in the guise of a people’s election.

Almost every Holy Light believer firmly believed that the saint was elected jointly by the Holy Light, the church, and themselves.

No matter how noble the lords might be, they were still lofty figures! Yet the Holy Light and the church granted the right for common participation in elections!

This offered great satisfaction and vanity to many Holy Light believers, giving them a sense of superiority over the nobles, as if they could truly decide their beloved leader.

At least, that’s what they thought.

On this day, churches worldwide would use pre-prepared extraordinary artifacts to broadcast the entire saint selection in real-time.

The fervor around the saint candidate selection truly spread across the globe.

In White Port, Holy Light magic would project the selection process and the voting statistics for every candidate onto the sky from within the church.

No matter where one was in White Port, they could catch a glimpse of the entire event. However, almost all residents gathered outside the church, eager to get as close to this grand event as possible.

The magnificent church stood tall, sunlight filtering through colored glass windows, creating dazzling patterns. Inside, it was solemn and dignified, with a luxurious dome painted with golden holy images, casting a unique glow that illuminated every corner.

The church was packed to the brim, with representatives from various forces, as well as top church officials from both eastern and western continents.

Numerous high-ranking nobles, or extraordinary beings who usually commanded attention, found themselves without seats, forced to crowd the aisles and corridors with others.

Even so, this did nothing to dampen their enthusiasm.

When the bells chimed, echoing through the air, the saint candidates arrived as promised.

At the altar in the center of the church, the sunlight blurred, and candlelight flickered, bathing everything in an extraordinary holy light.

With golden hair and an air of aristocratic elegance, the starry-skirted girl approached gracefully.

Tall and handsome, a gentleman’s white robes followed along with her.

“It’s the Eye of Light! A girl more beautiful than the northern aurora!”

“Flower Prince Jay! Ah, he looked at me!”

“Miss Oroia, I would be willing to be your dog!”

Appearance creates a strong first impression, and a good first impression forms inherent favor.

As soon as they appeared, they ignited waves of excitement.

Then, a silver-armored female knight stepped onto the altar alongside them, sparking another round of cheers.

At that point, Son of Light Sang finally made his entrance.

And he was not alone.

Unlike the other three candidates, Sang appeared together with Levi.

There was no rule that attendants couldn’t join the saint candidates on stage.

However, anyone lacking the charisma or qualifications would likely falter in public view.

For Jay and Oroia, it would diminish their own appeal.

Yet, no one would dare question the sword saint’s disciple.

Their debut elicited an unprecedented surge of excitement, placing them at the center of attention.

“Son of Light, Child of God, it’s said that the day Lord Sang appears, even the sun dims!”

“To witness the true form of the legendary son, I would die content!”

“Lord Levi, disciple of the hero, lives up to the title of the church’s finest talent, worthy to stand alongside the child of god!”

However, not all were mesmerized by the saint candidates on stage, caught up in the applause and euphoria.

Amidst the praises, a certain elven maiden’s rebellious complaint drifted through.

“What the heck with the Holy Light, so hypocritical! They deliberately placed Alice last, it’s totally unfair!”