I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 704

Chapter 86: Wise Choices

Putting other mysteries aside for now, the rising fusion of bloodlines at least indicated one thing.

Rolyn’s conclusion was correct; the promotion of the False King is indeed related to the Saint!

As Alice stepped into Sequence 6, the power of the Angel bloodline started to reveal its true strength and began to influence her?

I never expected that the key to the bloodline elevation, which Rolyn searched tirelessly for years and risked everything to break into the Holy Light Church to find, was right beside me.

Thinking this, Roy couldn’t help but grin widely, feeling an overwhelming urge to scoop up the treasure girl and shower her with kisses.

Ahem, it’s just a figure of speech, a gentleman wouldn’t actually do that!

However, Roy had another question.

“Phoenix, did I have any incidents last night?”

“More than just an incident, your soul was quite agitated yesterday, seems like you had a dream.”

Phoenix’s youthful voice carried an inexplicable lewdness: “Well, sharing a bed with a blonde cutie every day, it’s understandable if you couldn’t hold back at night…”

No, don’t compare me to your loli-loving boyfriend!

After Roy explained what happened last night, Phoenix ceased his teasing.

“Um… The power of high-ranking Extraordinary Beings and fragments of souls can indeed be passed down through bloodlines. And the False King’s soul is exceptionally powerful, extremely sensitive to the remnants of predecessors.”

“Every time you draw divine power, don’t you see the memories of past people? Yesterday’s dream probably worked in a similar way.”

Roy was concerned: “But I didn’t draw on the Certificate of Kingship this time.”

Phoenix explained: “Firstly, because you’ve entered Sequence 6, your sensitivity to souls surpasses what it was before. Secondly, since Rolyn is your blood relative, you don’t need a medium to trigger a similar resonance.”

Having figured out what the dream from last night was all about, Roy managed to relax.

But then he suddenly realized something.

“Wait, high-ranking Extraordinary Being? Are you saying Rolyn has reached a high rank?”

Thinking of the Crimson Blood Dragon, which had been soaking in magma for eighteen years without dying, and the Pale Empress who was severely injured by Xue Nuo’s father, Roy urgently asked, “So is there a chance she’s still alive?!”

“Quite the opposite.” Phoenix’s tone turned somber.

“Only the power and remnants of the deceased can be passed down in this form. The fact that you can see her soul fragments confirms she’s no longer in this world.”

“……”

Roy didn’t hold deep feelings for the previously unseen Rolyn, but that didn’t mean he was completely unconcerned.

Thinking about her being gone still made him feel a bit melancholic.

As a descendant of a transmigrator, and her bloodline’s son, resisting the fate of the False King could be seen as inheriting her will.

Rest in peace, Rolyn. I won’t follow your tragic path.

By the way, I’ll also take care of Karl for you.

“Master…?”

Hearing a confused call nearby, Roy quickly shelved his contemplation and greeted the young girl beside him with the brightest expression.

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Holy Light Church.

Early this morning, Simon specially visited under the pretext of discussing the Saint’s inauguration ceremony.

“The inauguration ceremony concerns the highest secrets of the Saint, it must not leak. I wish to speak privately with the future Saintess.”

Alice didn’t immediately agree but first glanced at Roy.

Roy nodded: “It’s fine, go ahead.”

The inauguration ceremony would descend the power of Holy Light, thoroughly activating the Saint’s bloodline.

For nobles, it was equivalent to a Magic Potion recipe, tied to the very roots of a faction’s rise or fall, a secret even Saint Teresa could not know.

Simon’s request was quite reasonable.

After all, they were in the Holy Light Church, and with Teresa waiting outside, Roy wasn’t worried that Simon would be too clueless and attempt to forcibly take Alice away.

The high-level individuals were quietly waiting outside the conference room.

The higher-ups of the White Harbor Church and the Holy Light Church remained as divided as ever.

Unlike before, now the higher-ups of the eastern continent’s church seemed to have a hard time holding their heads up.

Besides Levi, Sang, and Jay, some candidates for Saint in the eastern continent and their guards had all gathered, eagerly looking at the conference hall, their jealousy palpable.

It was rumored that the Sword Saint’s direct disciple had shattered his sword heart and was in closed-door training to recover his Holy Sword.

There were no messages from the Son of Light, but based on hints from the original story, this guy was probably questioning his life due to a shattered Dao heart.

Speaking of which, these two were also pitiful; guards were beaten by guards, candidates beaten by candidates, all trampled by Roy and Alice! None of them had a score to settle.

However, seeing them strutting around with arrogance, Roy could only snicker in his heart.

As for Jay.

Clearly, he still couldn’t shake off the soul mark from Phoenix, hurting so much he couldn’t walk. His life was probably over.

No one dared to provoke the Saintess’s guard anymore.

Just then, an unexpected big shot approached.

“Kid, can we talk?”

With gray hair and eyes, and a weathered face, he exuded an unparalleled sense of strength.

Like a long-forgotten sword, there was no need to unsheathe it to show its edge—just the traces carved by time were enough to inspire awe.

What would the Sword Saint want with me?

Roy didn’t refuse and followed him to a secluded balcony.

Just in time, he had a few things he wanted to ask the Sword Saint.

Unlike the loyal Intelligent Angel of the Pope, the Sword Saint was neither a direct subordinate of the Pope nor a follower of the Holy Light; he had simply allied with the church for certain reasons.

Not mentioning the church’s deep secrets, at least he could ask about the events from eighteen years ago.

The gray-haired old man seemed somewhat taciturn, merely gazing silently, and after a brief pause, he suddenly said, “You are remarkable.”

“In hundreds of years, out of over ten False Kings, only a handful have reached your level.”

Roy raised an eyebrow: “Like my mother?”

“Eighteen years ago, your mother went to the eastern continent, seeking answers from the Holy Light Church on how to break through high rank as a False King, but she vanished without a trace… No, she died.”

“Senior, you’re high-ranking and affiliated with the church; do you have any clues?”

Rayo didn’t answer directly, but murmured, “Your mother was also quite remarkable, but she made a stupid mistake.”

“The church was never her enemy.”

But neither was it her friend.

Otherwise, why would they hide the secret of False King‘s promotion to high rank? After all, the enemies of the False King’s bloodline were Cultists—essentially potential allies for the church.

Roy sneered internally, though his face remained amiable: “But her death is indeed related to the church.”

“……. I can assure you that was just a misunderstanding. She made a forbidden mistake and clashed with the church, but the church did not see her as an enemy, and you need not harbor ill will from the outset.”

No denial.

It seemed that even if the church wasn’t the direct murderer of Rolyn, it was still closely tied to her death.

Roy didn’t believe the Sword Saint had any need to deceive him.

As for the Holy Light Church, all signs indicated they had ulterior motives and were indeed untrustworthy.

Compared to the Cult that wished for his life and the Demon Race that wanted to exterminate humanity, the Holy Light Church was not yet his enemy.

But that was only temporary.

Rayo narrowed his eyes, a deep understanding lying beneath his aged yet perceptive gaze as he caught onto Roy’s true intentions.

“Kid, think of yourself.”

“Some things are better left unexamined.”

“Trying to stare into the abyss only leads to falling into it.”

“Sometimes, stepping back and learning to let go is the wisest choice.”