I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 702

Chapter 84: Weakness

“Isn’t that a grown-up from the Eastern Continent?”

“Why aren’t you all joining the prayers for the Destined Saintess?”

“Oh right, I wonder how Lord Levi and Lord Sang are doing; they haven’t shown up these past few days. The two great prodigies of the Eastern Continent can’t afford any mishaps, send them some holy water…”

One of the priests from the Eastern Continent shouted angrily, “Barbarians from White Harbor, don’t go too far!”

Unfortunately, no one paid him any mind; the higher-ups of White Harbor seemed to be enjoying a joke.

What’s this? Not satisfied? You’ve already lost and are still putting on an act?

The candidates from your Eastern Continent are just so-so; right now, White Harbor is the home of the Saintess, deal with it!

Whichever diocese’s candidate achieves the title of Saint will inevitably attract countless followers.

To be honest, the higher-ups in White Harbor have always been displeased with the Eastern Continent, but their power and status were limited.

Now that an endless stream of Holy Light believers are willing to unite under the Saintess, White Harbor no longer has to be restricted; they are naturally itching to repay all these years of grievances.

Meanwhile, the Sword Saint has never participated in such disputes, and the Wise Angel Archbishop Simon has also been sequestered lately. The status of the church’s higher-ups in the Eastern Continent has plummeted dramatically, hitting rock bottom.

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Missing out on the Trial of Saints was undoubtedly a major failure for the Holy Light Church, shaking its ruling status.

However, what truly troubled Simon more than worldly power was their real mission.

Under the candlelight, Simon knelt down.

Before him, a projection appeared, a hefty figure.

That was none other than the Pope of the Holy Light Church, who controlled the entire Eastern Continent.

And the one Simon truly pledged his loyalty to from the bottom of his heart.

Simon had never doubted the Pope’s secret orders before.

The Eye of Divination was a divine art that only the Pope could wield, capable of perceiving the destiny of all living beings. But the established fate had diverged significantly from the Pope’s prior observations.

“Your Majesty, I don’t understand.”

“If Alice is unwilling to submit to us, she should have failed in the Trial of Saints.”

The Pope replied gently, “Fate isn’t fixed; the passage of time always brings uncertainties… ”

“But you’re right; the deviation in this latest Trial of Saints has become overly significant, turning into a pivotal point that could completely alter the course of destiny.”

Upon hearing this, Simon couldn’t help but tremble, revealing turmoil and sorrow.

Just like Saint Teresa, even a high-level Extraordinary Being can effortlessly sit atop power without doing anything. Yet, Simon’s concerns far exceeded mere worldly power struggles.

“But you needn’t be anxious.”

“The unforeseen elements have disrupted the Saintess’s destiny; we only need to eliminate that accidental variable to realign her fate.”

Simon looked puzzled: “The unforeseen element… could it be…?”

The Pope slowly nodded, his gaze deep and serious.

“The blood of the False King.”

“But the previous False King’s blood didn’t possess such capabilities.”

“He is special, which is why he requires extra attention.” The Pope reminisced, his expression thoughtful. “That lineage holds immense potential, yet few can bring it to full fruition.”

“Ninety percent of the blood of the False King merely scratches the surface of their capabilities.”

“Who could have thought, in just eighteen years, another one has emerged, not inferior to that guy’s lineage.”

False King.

For most, it is a strange term.

For a select few elite in the Extraordinary world, it’s a rare and special bloodline.

But upon hearing “that guy” mentioned by the Pope, Simon felt a chill down his spine, his expression freezing cold.

Just as the other party stated, most blood of the False King is utterly mediocre and not worth worrying about.

However, since the establishment of the church, two individuals have left indelible marks in history by maximizing the potential of the False King.

One is seared into Simon’s memory.

Eighteen years ago, that black-haired girl caused chaos at the church headquarters.

The other, whom Simon witnessed firsthand, only remembering the name and the disasters brought to the world sends chills through him.

Abandoning humanity, unifying the demon realm, wielding a merciless slaughter against his former homeland, he is the closest Extraordinary Being to a deity since the mythical era.

The world calls him the Demon King.

“Your Majesty, I am willing to do anything to swiftly eliminate the threat posed by the blood of the False King!”

Before Simon’s resoluteness, the Pope simply smiled faintly.

“No need to worry.”

“As fellow humans, the blood of the False King is not our enemy. Moreover, this generation’s False King blood is not alone; it is entangled with many destinies of the Western Continent. Tugging one thread affects the whole tapestry.”

“Engaging them in an all-out war would only benefit petty opportunists.”

“Force is the final recourse. Do not forget, your task is not to eradicate the blood of the False King but to bring back the Destined Saintess.”

Simon calmed down, sinking into thought.

After a moment, he raised the corners of his mouth and regained his confidence.

The Pope had reminded him.

Since the blood of the False King influences the Destined Saintess’s fate, he only needed to separate them.

Even without using force, he has plenty of ways.

After many days of observation, Simon had thoroughly grasped the intel on those two.

The seemingly aloof and unflappable Saintess, untouched by the mundane world, was not without her vulnerabilities.

The so-called angel is merely a testimony to her mission. In the end, Alice is still a girl susceptible to emotions.

“Rest assured, Your Majesty.”

Simon smiled faintly: “I have found their weaknesses. This time, I won’t fail.”

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White Harbor Lord’s Mansion.

At the banquet, fragrant dresses fluttering, goblets clinked.

Alice, dressed in a pure white formal gown, mingled with dignitaries from various nations.

The Lionheart Princess, the Elven Nightingale, the top of both academies, and the daughter of the duke from the empire’s borders.

With girls of incomparable elegance gathering, it created a rare and stunning sight that was both refreshing and intimidating due to their noble statuses, causing onlookers to hesitate to intrude.

Representatives from nearly half the Western Continent’s powers were gathered, sometimes with serious expressions, sometimes in heated discussions—probably tackling some major issues regarding the continent’s situation!

Who would dare to butt in and show off their presence?!

The topics the girls were discussing were indeed significant, only slightly deviating from what the guests imagined.

“So you ought to think about confessing, right?!”

In response to Nia’s eager inquiry, Alice looked somewhat troubled.

“Confess… what exactly should I do?”

This question made several girls’ blood pressure spike, Charlotte and Leanna rolled their eyes, and even Xue Nuo couldn’t help but cover her face.

Come on, it’s just this last step; do you really need a lesson for that?!

“Ahem! Listen up, a confession is supposed to…”

Just as Alice was all ears, she suddenly felt the world fall into silence.

Then came a series of intermittent whispers, as if several different people were combining their voices.

“Saintess… please… bless me…”

Alice’s body shook.

But before she could comprehend what was said, the noise surged back, and the earlier prayer vanished without a trace.