I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 705

Chapter 87: The Saintess’s Choice

Gray eyes stared back, exuding an invisible sense of pressure.

It was like a giant dragon sleeping within a volcano, or an empress commanding countless undead.

In that moment, the glare from the swordsman resembled the cold light of a thousand blades, and Roy could feel that the swordsman had already far surpassed mortal limits, even transcended the extraordinary, catching a glimpse of divinity beyond the mundane world.

With a sword sealing the sacred.

Since the Third Epoch, there has been only one.

The boy sensed the warning embedded in the other’s words.

However, the black-haired boy let out a breath, calmly retorting, “Then have you let go?”

His gaze trembled slightly.

The Sword Saint Rayo couldn’t hide his momentary shock.

It was said that in a certain village, a young swordsman, filled with righteous fury, embarked on a path of sealing the sacred to save the people ravaged by the Demon Race.

But Roy understood that was merely a legend fabricated by later generations.

Having witnessed the Sword Saint weeping helplessly over a fox girl, Roy could grasp that what the swordsman sought was never the noble aspirations of a hero.

Roy shifted his gaze from Rayo and asserted, “Learning to let go may be the wisest choice.”

“But sometimes, even when stepping into the abyss, we have no choice.”

Without waiting for Rayo to respond, Roy turned and left.

The so-called letting go was merely yielding to the wheels of fate, a self-deceiving act of helplessness.

Rayo showed no anger at the boy’s rudeness; he merely sighed lightly.

“Hopefully, you won’t reach that point.”

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The sky was a brilliant blue, with soft white clouds drifting by.

Archbishop Simon’s expression was as warm as the bright spring light.

In contrast, the blonde girl across from him sat upright but wore an expression that was cold enough to feel almost unapproachable, with an air of etherealness about her.

Alice harbored no hostility towards him.

She just maintained her indifferent demeanor towards outsiders, too lazy to even put on an act.

However, though she wasn’t interested in Simon, she did have some questions to ask.

“Lately, I’ve often heard some prayers. Is this the influence of my bloodline?”

“Thank you for your hard work, dear Saintess.” After a moment of reflection, Simon nodded slowly, “Indeed.”

“The bloodline of the Angels bears the faith of countless believers, and its power originates from that very faith.”

“Regrettably, as your bloodline awakens further, the influence brought by belief will deepen as well—there’s no avoiding it.”

Alice frowned slightly.

Even if she didn’t understand what this meant exactly, an instinctive sense of unease arose from her soul.

However, the great extraordinary power would inherently bring various side effects, and those prayers only occasionally rang out, so it was nothing to worry about.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Alice shook her head.

Simon relaxed his posture and smiled, “Then let’s discuss official matters.”

“Through the inauguration ceremony, we will bestow upon you the divine power from the Goddess, fully activating your Angelic bloodline and awakening your true power.”

“At that time, you will officially assume the title of Saintess, gaining a status legally on par with His Holiness the Pope.”

At this point, Simon shifted his tone.

“It seems you’re not willing to join the Holy Light Church and would prefer to stay in White Harbor.”

“But I must tell you, you are no ordinary Saint.”

Simon straightened his posture, his gaze deepening, his tone serious: “With the emergence of the fifth candidate for the Saint, the wheels of fate begin to turn, the stars align, and when disaster awakens, the destined saintess will arise to bring eternal salvation to the world.”

“This is His Holiness’s prophecy. You bear the power and responsibility to save the world, and only the Church can help you unleash your true strength.”

The atmosphere became somewhat stifling.

Simon ceased his speech, deliberately allowing the girl time to digest the weight of his words.

Saving the world is a burden that’s hard to bear for anyone.

However, Alice didn’t hesitate for long.

“So what?”

“?”

“What does saving the world have to do with me?”

Simon’s mouth twitched slightly.

So you really don’t care about the world, do you?

But after observing her for so many days, he had somewhat figured out Alice’s temperament.

She wasn’t so vile as to do anything for power, nor was she so noble as to take world salvation upon herself as a duty.

“I understand. Not everyone cares about the world’s safety, and it’s only natural you’re not enthusiastic about responsibilities thrust upon you.”

Simon spoke earnestly: “But what if all this is closely related to those you care about?”

Alice froze slightly.

This detail hadn’t escaped Simon’s eye, just as he expected.

Born in a slum, she didn’t yearn for riches; as a mere maid, she held no resentment towards nobles. The girl named Alice seemed to have no desires, like a detached angel observing the mundane world with indifference.

The so-called fallen angel was nothing more than a figment of the people’s imagination.

Even the destined Saintess didn’t lack human emotion.

At this moment, Simon could confirm that Alice harbored extraordinary feelings for her master, Roy, the False King of this generation.

That was Alice’s greatest vulnerability.

With a cunning glint, Simon sighed, “The person you care for carries a very special bloodline. Perhaps he hasn’t spoken much about it, but I can tell you that the False King’s blood is closely related to demigods, bearing the fate of being hunted by cultists from birth.”

“Never has any False King bloodline met a good end; their fates have always been tragic.”

The False King bloodline. A legendary extraordinary lineage, even possessing the power to defy the fate of the destined Saintess.

It was the existence of this bloodline that disrupted the Pope’s plans.

However, it was also because of this bloodline that Simon could set his machinations in motion, targeting Alice’s greatest weakness.

“…what exactly are you trying to say?” Alice’s voice turned frosty.

“You must be more aware than I of the sufferings he has endured.”

Simon’s frankness fell like a heavy hammer on Alice’s heart, stirring up memories she had turned a blind eye to.

Alice had seen Roy harmed countless times because of his False King blood, and even learned from Charlotte and others that Roy had come close to death on several occasions while she remained unaware.

Roy had never complained.

But for him, the False King blood was an inescapable curse.

Alice closed her eyes, “Even so, with Charlotte and the others around him…”

“Quite the opposite, dear Saintess. They can’t help Roy and will instead bring him harm.”

“Eh?”

Under Alice’s confused gaze, Simon stood up and directed his gaze towards the distant sky.

“The Lionheart Princess, the Elven Nightingale, the dual-school mage, the Duke’s daughter from the imperial border… They are all extraordinary due to their talents and statuses, and thus they bear responsibilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.”

“If they become involved, they’re destined to be dragged down by their extraordinary fates.”

“You must have seen it yourself, right? Roy has faced peril for them more than once.”

“Perhaps once they grow, they might channel their strengths to support Roy, but how long will that take? What should be done in the meantime?”

“The False King bloodline is fraught with misfortune, and now he’s getting deeper and deeper into the fate of those extraordinary people. With good fortune, the False King bloodline has managed to endure until now, but who can guarantee he’ll keep holding on?”

Turning back with a smile, Simon’s tone turned icy, like the whispers of a demon.

“Dear Saintess, you wouldn’t want to see your most beloved person headed towards the most tragic end, would you?”

Alice’s eyes widened, her heart trembling as she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her body turning icy cold.