I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 681

Chapter 62: Can’t be Pushed Over

“Heh, you’re still too young and need more training.”

Teresa smiled slightly, her face unflinching as she replied, “Quite the opposite.”

“Dirty people see everything as filthy!”

“The fact that they can naturally engage in physical contact as opposites only proves their pure hearts!”

The monks looked on, bewildered.

“Now I understand!””The master is right; our hearts aren’t pure enough!”

Thus, the monks watched with warm expressions, no longer questioning or interrupting.

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Knights’ headquarters.

The second matter of the day was a visit to the White Harbor Knights.

Though not on par with the massive forces of the Eastern Continent’s church, White Harbor’s own armed force was quite impressive as well.

To this day, the White Harbor church had almost completely separated its military and political matters from the Eastern Continent, becoming its own faction.

On the training grounds, a group of knights lined up orderly, quietly closing their eyes in prayer.

They were not only devout believers of the Holy Light but also fierce soldiers.

After the prayer, the knights weren’t satisfied; instead, they came forward to petition.

“I’ve heard Lady Alice is extraordinarily strong and accomplished; might she be willing to give us a few pointers?”

Martial prowess was a necessary aspect for candidates of the saint.

Candidates of saints throughout the ages often bragged about their martial skills to display their strength, so the knights’ curiosity was understandable.

This request was reasonable.

Alice agreed with enthusiasm, shedding her white robe and silk, elegantly tying her double ponytails into a single sleek ponytail, donning the knight armor prepared for the trip, and stood proudly on the training ground with a fine steel sword.

Several seasoned knights with steady gazes stepped forward, clearly seasoned veterans of the military.

Sequence 7—already a top-notch expert in ordinary armies.

Hearing that Alice was also Sequence 7, they were eager to try their luck and see if this first candidate for saint really had the skills expected of Sequence 7.

And soon, Alice proved herself.

Having fought numerous battles against dragons and cultists, and with the use of her increasingly pure “Angel” bloodline, Alice was even stronger now than she was at this point in the original story.

Her exquisite swordsmanship and powerful Holy Light were overwhelming; the seasoned knights of Sequence 7 who came up one after another couldn’t last even ten rounds under the glorious sword dance of Holy Light.

The knights who were knocked down weren’t frustrated, instead, they were captivated by the girl wielding the silver sword, their attitude towards Alice growing increasingly awed.

“No wonder she’s our candidate for saint in White Harbor!”

“Sequence 7 isn’t just talk; even against the temple knights of the Eastern Continent, we surely wouldn’t fall behind!”

Alice swung her sword, sheathing it briskly, but didn’t seem smug, merely saying, “This level of strength isn’t anything to brag about.”

“Compared to Alice, the master… Roy is much stronger.”

As soon as those words left someone’s mouth, all eyes turned curiously to the black-haired boy standing nearby.

The people’s curiosity in White Harbor about Roy had been escalating in recent days.

Unlike the Lionheart Kingdom and the Kingdom of Magic, where Roy’s many exploits were well-known, to White Harbor, Roy was merely a lucky black-haired boy who sounded impressive and gained the attention of the candidate for saint.

Candidates for saints are those favored by the Holy Light; to be chosen by the goddess of Holy Light is an unattainable divine decree for them.

And saintly guards, as those closest to saint candidates, are honored to be chosen by saint candidates themselves, a dream position for Holy Light believers. Unless there’s something exceptional about them, it’d be a lie to say they weren’t envious.

“If Lady Alice is so amazing, Master Roy shouldn’t be too shabby either, right?”

“I hear he’s Sequence 6, which is quite impressive at his age!”

“With being Sequence 6, he should be even stronger than Lady Alice…”

Alice turned her head, her eyes bright, “A rare opportunity! Roy, why not let Alice be your opponent and prove your strength to them?”

The suggestion of a saint candidate against a saintly guard instantly lifted the atmosphere in the room.

After all, guards, in another sense, are protectors. To protect a saint candidate, shouldn’t your strength at least be on par?

“That’s fine.”

Alice probably didn’t want to be looked down upon by outsiders.

Thinking of the little maid’s good intentions, Roy didn’t decline and stepped onto the training ground, ready to face off against Alice.

Usually, they practiced together with just enough restraint; this time it was merely an opportunity to practice in front of others.

Although he felt it was a bit disrespectful to consider it that way, Roy felt oddly relaxed as if he were taking a playful stroll with a golden-haired puppy.

However, a glint of cold light flashed in Alice’s eyes.

It was the kind of gaze a hunting dog gives when it spots a bone—a determined gaze.

Not wanting Roy to be underestimated by others was just one reason.

The true motive behind Alice’s actions was something else.

“Teaching. A real girl should be able to initiate romance, not just depend on being proactive but also be assertive and domineering. Right now, you should push Roy down and do as you please, instead of waiting for him to push you!”

As a maid, is it even okay to act this way towards her master?!

Alice admitted that the scenario Snow described was enticing, but just thinking about being disrespectful to her master made her feel strangely resistant.

And Snow’s explanation at that moment left a lasting impression on Alice: “Not resisting means you don’t dislike it; not disliking it means you like it!”

So that’s it.

Teacher, Alice understands now!

Roy had constantly been knocked down, overwhelmed, or even had his ear yanked or shoes stepped on by Snow during their interactions.

Yet he never complained.

He seemed to even enjoy it a bit.

So this was what the master liked!

If Snow could do it, why couldn’t she?

Now that she was a candidate for saint and he was her guard, being just a little tough and assertive towards her guard was no big deal, right?!

The continuous unfulfilled desires led the little maid’s mindset down a strange path.

With wide, innocent eyes radiating unreserved determination.

Roy finally sensed a hint of malicious chill: “Alice?”

“Please instruct me!”

In the next moment, the wind of swords howled.

Unlike their usual practice where Alice only used fifty percent of her strength, this time she raised her hand with seventy percent of her power!

Sword light shattered the air, and Holy Light exploded, stirring up large clouds of dust—a stark contrast to her earlier match with the knights.

Her gorgeous sword dance drew cheers from the knights and even the monks.

As one slash fell, Roy raised his sword to block it but suddenly sank underfoot, being forced back a step.

Why was Alice so fired up today?

Just as Roy was puzzled, a flurry of attacks rained down from across the way.

Having just started, Roy was already pushed back under a storm of offensive moves.

Alice pinpointed a gap in Roy’s defense, accurately knocking the sword from his hand.

Master, I’m sorry!

Oh no, right now Roy is just a guard; please, let yourself be pushed down by Alice! Don’t worry, in the next round, Alice will let you win back your pride!

Alice rushed forward, pushing with a hand, aiming to forcibly send Roy sprawling to the ground and claim victory at her feet!

However, Alice could never have predicted that her opponent would erupt with a crimson wave of energy, throwing a punch!

Even though Alice had raised her sword to block, she was still blasted away.