I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 700

Chapter 82: The Angel’s Smile

The long-lost near-death experience surged over Alice like a tidal wave, dragging her into an eternal abyss of darkness.

Yet, more than fear, she felt guilt, resentment, and an unshakable thrill.

She had clearly promised him to win.

But here she was, reduced to this sorry state.

As a maid, she was supposed to present victory to her master as a reward.

As a candidate, she was to respond to her guards with triumphant expectations.

Alice, as a girl, wanted to stand before him in the most perfect form, not losing to anyone.

Being watched by him…

Her master was watching now.

With a jingle as clear as silver bells, the moment she realized this, Alice snapped back to her senses, gripping the sword tightly, her light blue eyes regaining their determination.

In front of him, she absolutely could not lose.

The pounding heart, the burning blood, and this surging emotion transformed at that moment into the purest strength, elevating Alice above the threshold between low-tier and mid-tier— the divide between humanity and extraordinary beings.

Sequence 6, taking on a thousand.

But this wasn’t enough.

With all her might, the Seraph turned Alice’s final strength into an overwhelming supernatural power, pushing her aura further up, reaching the limit of what extraordinary beings could achieve.

Sequence 5, impossible to withstand.

Noticing the dramatic change in Alice’s aura, the Pope furrowed his brow slightly, commanding Sang to strike down, forming the magic circle.

A blazing golden light transformed into a cross-shaped imprint, descending and releasing divine might from the goddess, delivering an unmatched judgment to those who defy fate.

This was a divine strike so powerful that even mortals and extraordinary beings would bow down, feeling completely incapable of resistance.

But so what?

The chosen miracle child, born from the Holy Light, and the unknown church’s secret techniques meant nothing to Alice.

Before him, she would cut through it all with a single sword!

With both hands gripping the sword, the girl looked up, stepped forward, and swung her blade down.

The dazzling sword light, entwined with blazing white flames, ripped through the air, launching a counterattack directly at the descending cross!

Two different holy lights intertwined, continually expanding, and in an instant, they erupted into a horrifying mushroom cloud, engulfing the entire chapel.

The explosive force shattered the walls, crushed the stone pillars, and even broke through the barrier, surging in all directions.

Nearby trees were uprooted by the successive waves of holy light, and Levi and the medical team were thrown into the air by this force— even the ground could not withstand this terrifying aura and shattered in layers.

Everything was annihilated by the Holy Light.

Only the black-haired boy, despite the ground collapsing, charged forward, diving headfirst into the whirlpool of Holy Light.

Under the gaze of thousands from both continents, the projection was plunged into whiteness due to the extraordinary fluctuations.

Silence.

Countless people held their breath, staring fixedly, trapped in a long silence.

Fortunately, after a moment, the smoke cleared, and the Holy Light faded, finally revealing the scene once more.

The originally grand and solemn sanctuary was reduced to ruins, along with the barrier capable of withstanding a full-powered Sequence 5 attack, flattened to the ground.

The night, which should have been pitch black, had been forcefully sliced open, just like the dawn breaking, golden rays of morning light.

It appeared as if it were the gate to the divine realm described in myth and legend, casting a soft glow from heaven down to the mortal world.

People anxiously searched for the figures of the two saintly candidates.

Soon, amidst the ruins, the sight of the unconscious Light Child, collapsed in a pool of blood, came into view.

On the other side, the girl’s blood-stained armor was worn and tattered, her golden hair, devoid of its ribbon, fluttered in the wind, and even her silver sword, comparable to dragon scales, had turned to ash.

Yet, despite her delicate figure swaying in the breeze, she stood tall beneath the halo.

Behind her were a pair of ethereal wings, only faintly visible.

Simon gasped, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

Teresa took over his duties, beaming as she opened her arms to everyone.

“As you can see, Alice, the saint candidate of White Harbor, has defeated Levi, the saint candidate of the Holy City!”

“The trial of the saints has concluded! Alice is indeed our saint!”

The once-silent White Harbor was completely drowned in a sea of cheers, every citizen offering their heartfelt prayers and blessings to their saint.

This joy was not confined to White Harbor.

Knights of the kingdom raised their swords in shout, and the students and teachers of the academy embraced in laughter, while adventurers raised their wine in celebration.

From the snow-capped borders of the empire to the islands at the southern end, every church across the western continent sang praises of Alice’s holy name.

Meanwhile, another continent had plunged into chaos.

The deeper the faith, the more unbearable it was when shattered.

Sorrowful weepers, indignant scolders, and fervent believers of the Holy Light, refusing to acknowledge Alice’s victory, flooded the streets and alleys of the eastern continent, making it difficult for even the knight orders to suppress them.

In some overlooked corners, there were still those kneeling in prayer to the blonde girl on the holy screen.

Inside the church, the higher-ups of White Harbor could no longer contain their excitement, ignoring the grim faces of their eastern counterparts, joining in applause and fervently praising the golden-haired saint.

Knowing the true intentions behind the church’s backdrop, the Sword Saint recalled the unbeatable strike of the girl shattering the golden aura, and after a long silence, sighed softly, “It seems she’s even more remarkable than you all imagined.”

Archbishop Simon broke out in a cold sweat, gazing at the frenzied church, as if trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn’t awaken, his face pale as snow.

It was at this moment that Roy finally reached the center of the battlefield, rushing toward the girl.

Alice turned her gaze slowly back, as if wanting to say something, but suddenly lost her strength, her wings behind her completely dissipating as she collapsed.

Seeing this scene, countless believers gasped, regretting not being there, powerless to save their fallen holy angel.

Fortunately, the boy had arrived.

Alice fell lightly into Roy’s embrace, facing his chest.

“Alice won.”

“Yeah, you did great.”

“Master, you were watching me…”

“Isn’t that obvious? I’ve always been watching you.”

The boy’s voice was hoarse but gentle as he held the girl as if protected by clouds.

“Too bad, Alice seems to not have taken good care of herself…”

Hearing the guilt and regret in her words, Roy couldn’t help but gently tap her head.

“Idiot, you’ve already done perfectly!”

“Now you are the saint; act like one!”

The power that erupted from Sang in the final moment far exceeded the limits of the Angel’s Dance.

But Alice still claimed victory in the end.

She had completely surpassed the protagonist of the Angel’s Dance, becoming the undisputed saint.

“Saint…”

Whispering this word, Alice clung to Roy even tighter.

As if wanting to melt her entire being into him, unwilling to let go.

“Alice is finally your saint, Master.”

The morning light poured in, draping the girl’s figure in a pure golden halo.

The boy momentarily froze, even forgetting to breathe.

What caught his eye wasn’t the already-familiar coolness, nor the bashful glow, or the tenacity shown in battle, but something that had never appeared in the original— a smile more beautiful than the dawn, that of an angel.