I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 670

Chapter 51: A Mere Maid

On the altar, Oloria and Jay were wearing somewhat stiff smiles.

“I just can’t understand how anyone could support a mere maid to become a saint!”

“Or did you use some underhanded tactics?”

Their barbed remarks were much sharper than the outward appearance of light.

Alice didn’t even lift her eyelids, completely ignoring their provocations.

Roy also didn’t turn around, just sneering loudly enough for the few on stage to hear: “Practice your skills, will ya?”

“If you can’t handle the loss, don’t play.”

“If you’re falling behind, don’t blame the votes being rigged.”

He had previously communicated with various factions.

Centered around the little maid’s hometown, the Lionheart Kingdom. Adding in the Magic Academy, the Emerald Council, the Adventurers’ Guild, the Golden Sands Kingdom, the Southern Seas Kingdom, the borders of the Winter Empire, and a few scattered Holy Light believers, he could at least ensure they wouldn’t face a disastrous elimination.

This remark detonated the anger of the two like a bomb, leaving them nearly unable to maintain their composure.

“Loss? Don’t get too ahead of yourself, you barely caught a glimpse of our tail – do you really think you can overtake us?!” Audrey forced out a cold laugh between her teeth.

At the same time, Jay added maliciously, “The preliminaries have just begun, just wait, surprises are still coming!”

Watching the light screen above, Alice’s vote count quickly rebounded while Teresa breathed a sigh of relief and raised an eyebrow at Simon.

“Did you see that? They may not be as pathetic as you think.”

Simon’s expression remained unchanged: “But that’s all there is to it.”

“With this vote count, they barely scrape through, Alice is still at a significant disadvantage. Going against the headquarters of the Eastern Continent is not wise.”

Simon’s words weren’t for Teresa, but for the high-ranking members of the White Harbor Church behind him.

They certainly didn’t have the same resolve as the “Six Heroes” to persevere to the end; in fact, just as Simon spoke, it dashed the confidence that had just begun to flicker among the crowd.

The entire preliminaries were divided into two parts; with the official segment yet to begin, Alice was clearly facing disadvantages, in an absolute downslide.

At this moment, the priest began to chant: “Next, we will proceed to the first stage of the preliminaries.”

“Now, I will introduce the glorious deeds of several saint candidates! Everyone, please witness those favored by the Holy Light, the destined saints who have experienced hardships and embodied benevolence, courage, kindness, generosity, spreading the teachings and grace of the Holy Light with sincerity!”

“First up, we have Miss Oloria, the [Eye of Light]!”

“Miss Oloria hails from a prestigious Holy Light family but willingly abandoned a life of luxury to reach out to impoverished children! Despite her young age, she has established seventeen foundations, donating thousands of gold coins each year to homeless children! Moreover, she is an excellent warrior in the top ten of the Holy Knights’ ranking, fighting valiantly on the battlefield against heretics of the Eastern Continent, achieving repeated victories!”

“Next is Mr. Jay!”

“The [Flower Boy]’s charm is not limited to his looks; he possesses a heart kinder than flowers themselves. Though not a knight, Mr. Jay, as a priest, personally went to the battlefield to comfort the injured and care for the widows of knights! In one instance of a terrifying attack, he even went so far as to withstand severe injuries, sacrificing himself to protect a pregnant woman from the evil cultist…”

Every time the various saint candidates were mentioned, there were screams from the girls, cheers from the boys, and heartfelt exclamations.

However, Roy, who knew the truth, was troubled, feeling a mix of emotions to the extreme.

The original story clearly revealed that most of what these guys called “glorious pasts” were high emotional intelligence rhetoric or outright deceptions.

For example, the whole foundation thing. They made it sound like Oloria was heartbroken and absolutely had to help the children, but the truth is, if you have the money, anyone could set one up. And Oloria’s so-called charity fund was really just a dark industry set up by her family behind the scenes.

Jay was even more of a scoundrel. He was on the battlefield caring for the wounded by day and “looking after” the knights’ widows by night. Even the heroic act of protecting children was merely him leaving that pregnant woman in place, timing his actions to play the hero. As for getting stabbed in the heart, that was just a distraction; the real Jay wouldn’t bleed for anyone!

Even the heroic feats against cultists, Roy doubted how many were actually won by them.

Unlike the Western Continent, where the Holy Light Church was numerous and powerful, targeting cultists was like whacking moles.

They could easily bring a few strong fighters up to beat on a lone cultist, making it way too easy to rack up achievements.

Visalia’s accomplishments on the battlefield did have some credibility.

But the one being glorified to the skies was still Sang.

The legendary Child of Light, a miracle who awakened the bloodline of the Holy Light from birth.

It was said that he could speak at one, dance at three, read poetry at five, fight on the battlefield at ten, and by fifteen was recognized as the best genius of the Eastern Continent.

He could make wilted petals bloom again, restore decayed land, and even cultists would be moved to the point of committing suicide out of gratitude for his good deeds. And when facing malicious villains, he could rain down swordlight and strike them down at will, effortlessly creating shining tornadoes that covered the heavens and the earth.

He was just one glare away from making someone explode.

Yet, there were actually people who believed these ridiculous exaggerations!

And countless of them at that!

“Heavens, Miss Oloria is both beautiful and kind-hearted; it’s only natural she can be a saint candidate!”

“No, is there anyone more gentle than my brother Jay in this world?”

“Lord Sang! How humble, how kind! Clearly possessing extraordinary martial prowess yet never taking it out on others; he is the embodiment of perfection, equal to the sun!”

In the eyes of the Eastern Continent believers, the four saint candidates embodied kindness, courage, wisdom, and martial power, truly favored by the Holy Light, a flawless being without blemish.

More extreme than Roy’s past-life fanatics towards their idol stars, even.

Under the display of various glorious feats, the votes for the four candidates skyrocketed, once again throwing Alice’s hard-earned votes far behind.

Among the four, the lowest was Visalia with seventy thousand votes, while Jay and Oloria each broke past one hundred thousand.

Sang’s votes were boosted by Levi as well.

The Child of Miracles, the Sword Saint’s personal disciple, it was said these two fought side by side, charging into danger, defeating cultists and heretics one after another, forging the new generation of the church’s valor, fully deserving of the current church’s dual heroes’ fame.

Combined, their votes even surpassed three hundred thousand, more than all the others’ combined.

Meanwhile, Alice had barely just crossed ten thousand, still far from matching Visalia.

Since Sang and Levi’s glorious feats were simply too many, even the priest had to pause for a breather.

At this moment, Oloria placed her hand over her heart and purposely said loudly, “Oh my, everyone is so passionate; I’m starting to feel embarrassed.”

“I just wonder what achievements Miss Alice has that make her worthy of being a saint candidate?”

Levi didn’t speak, but his smile grew harder to hide.

Now you should understand, right?

Our glory has long rung out across the continent like the Holy Light, while you all are just nameless little characters!

The piercing question echoed, causing Alice’s supporters to redden in embarrassment.

That’s right, a mere maid, what glorious events could she possibly boast of to qualify as a saint candidate?