I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 709

Chapter 91: The Only Thing I Care About is You

Alice woke up in Roy’s embrace.

The first thing that caught her eye upon waking was the figure of the young boy, surpassing even the faint morning light, and the warmth of his body was more refreshing than the cool morning air.

That’s great, he doesn’t hate me.

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, Alice instinctively wanted to curl back up, only to realize that it was impossible.

According to their agreement, today was the day of parting.

Alice took one last glance at Roy’s lips but did nothing.

She was unwilling to offend him without his permission, no matter what.

Moreover, what was the point of sneaking in a kiss when they were destined to part ways?

With a self-deprecating smile, Alice quietly pulled away from his embrace.

Before dawn, the night was not fully gone, the moonlight and starlight leaked weakly, and the spreading mist brought a chilling coolness.

A group from the White Harbor Church, led by the Saintess Teresa, anxiously followed Alice, urging, “Wait, Alice! The Holy Light Church may have schemes for you; you can’t just walk into their trap!”

On another front, Nia, along with a group of girls, was already there trying to stop Alice.

Outside the White Harbor Church, the Eye of Light and the Warlord Saintess, both candidates for Saint, were personally leading a group of Holy Knights to welcome her. Even the Sword Saint Rayo and Wisdom Angel Archbishop Simon were waiting there.

Simon’s smile remained as warm as ever: “Your Holiness, it seems you’ve already made your decision.”

Alice replied coldly, “On the condition that you uphold your agreement.”

“The Holy Light Church must become Roy’s strength, protecting him from any harm.”

Simon slowly nodded, “Of course. Once you officially take on the role of Saintess, the Church’s power will be at your disposal.”

“However, I ask that no one obstruct her, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.”

Knights surged forward, blocking the higher-ups of the White Harbor Church and Charlotte’s group aside.

And the Sword Saint Rayo personally stepped forward, casting a warning glare at Teresa to not act carelessly.

The carriage was just a short hundred meters away.

“Listen to me, the Church isn’t as benevolent as you think!”

“Are you truly willing to abandon Roy and be forever separated?!”

No amount of calls from Teresa or Charlotte could halt Alice’s steps as she approached the girl in a white dress with golden hair, Simon’s smile shining brighter than ever.

For the one she treasured, she’d willingly step into the abyss.

This holy feeling was Alice’s greatest vulnerability.

An angel who fell to the mortal realm was just a fragile little girl.

However, in the next moment, Simon’s smile slightly stiffened.

The Sword Saint frowned, both Oloya and Vissalia widened their eyes, and the knights froze in sudden hesitation.

The calls fell silent in an instant.

Even before she spoke, Alice instinctively knew the identity of the figure behind her.

She turned, and indeed, it was the person she had imagined.

Black hair, black eyes, calm expression.

“Don’t go.”

Those two short words held more weight than a thousand others, instantly pinning Alice in place.

“Your Holiness…”

Simon was about to speak, but this time, it was the knights from White Harbor and Charlotte’s group who step protectively in front of her.

And they were far more aggressive than the Holy Knights from earlier.

A thrown short sword barely missed Oloya’s hair, the elven girl sneered, “Ugly folks need to mind their own business!”

As the Holy Knights were held back, the Saintess released her terrifying pressure as a high-level Extraordinary Being, sweeping over the Sword Saint and Wisdom Angel.

“Your Holiness has not officially joined the Eastern Continent Church; strictly speaking, she still belongs to White Harbor.”

“I advise you not to act rashly, lest you create unnecessary misunderstandings.”

Tension thickened in the air, but amidst the surrounded two, there was an unusual quiet.

Roy spoke gently, “Come back.”

Alice averted her gaze: “Impossible.”

“I’ve decided to join the Church.”

“There’s nothing to worry about with Alice, right?”

“Joining the Church isn’t so bad; you’ll have wealth and power across the Eastern Continent, and you’ll be respected by the world. Plus, I hear Alice is the Destined Saintess, carrying the responsibility of saving the world, so even for the sake of this world, what can you do?”

The usually silent girl started talking fluently, presenting one reason after another.

Alice lifted her head, revealing a faint smile.

Unlike the angelic warm smiles during the Trial of the Saint.

This smile was ethereal, as if it would vanish with the wind at any moment.

“Weren’t you the one who said you wouldn’t force Alice? This is all Alice’s own choice.”

Reasonable phrasing, stubborn pretenses, the girl who was bad at expressing emotions forced herself to give a fake smile.

Yet, all of this was easily shattered by Roy’s words.

“That wasn’t your true intention.”

Roy pulled out Alice’s diary, looking into her eyes as if he could see through her heart and declared, “You only want to sacrifice yourself for me.”

“Just like you’ve always done.”

“And stop forcing it; that expression doesn’t suit you.”

Alice trembled at being so easily understood, momentarily at a loss for words.

He saw her diary.

Does that mean he knows her true feelings…

Everything she never had the courage to confess ended up being discovered this way. Alice felt both ashamed and helpless, a bit relieved but mostly bitter.

Alice retracted her forced smile, looked back at him, and admitted loudly, “You’re right.”

“Alice wants to be petted by you, wants your hugs, wants to share a bed with you, wants to never be apart, wants you to always gaze at her like the others!”

Unknowingly, the girl, now choked with emotion, shouted: “But if it means protecting you, it’s okay if I can never be your girl!”

If love is letting go rather than possession, then her love is undeniably real.

As long as Roy could be happy, that was enough.

For Roy’s happiness, sacrificing everything was only natural.

Only natural—

“So,”

“So, you got it wrong.”

“Huh?”

“The secret of the False King’s blood breaking through to a higher level, the Holy Light Church’s power to protect, even the Destined Saintess…” Roy gazed up at the retreating night, slowly exhaling a breath, and smiled gently at the girl: “Actually, I don’t care about any of it.”

“The only thing I care about is you.”

In his soft black eyes, there was nothing else, only the reflection of the tearful girl standing there.