I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 711

Chapter 93: Reasons to Move Forward

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The embodiment of an angel, the beloved of a goddess.

A ‘Saintess’ is supposed to be the purest being in the world, untouched by worldly corruption.

Yet, the two embraced in the morning light became more radiant than dawn itself; their warm feelings moved everyone around them.

No follower of the Holy Light from the White Harbor Church would view their bond as anything unclean.

An angelic girl deserved such a conclusion.

Even the originally aggressive templar knights now found their fighting spirit extinguished, the momentum of their initial fervor vanishing.

Breaking up a couple is never a good idea.

Moreover, forcibly separating the Saintess from her companion would surely invite divine retribution from the Holy Light, right?!

Even the silver-haired Sword Saint showed a flicker of emotion, his gaze shifting from sharp to complex, recalling memories, his energy dissipating.

Teresa restrained the upward curve of her lips and turned to the Archangel Simon: “It seems the Saintess has other decisions in mind.”

“Please, everyone, don’t bother. Return home to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.”

The templar knights exchanged glances.

Simon’s expression shifted from grim to uncertain.

Whether it was the White Harbor Church led by the Holy Maiden or the various forces represented by the Lionheart Princess, Simon had already prepared for a confrontation to seize the Destined Saintess.

But most crucially, Alice had repented.

If the Destined Saintess herself refused to cooperate, the church had no noble cause to intervene with force.

Even if they managed to snatch Alice back right now, rashly starting a battle would only plunge them into a quagmire of retaliation from the forces of the West later on.

This plan was originally foolproof, yet it had faltered at the last moment.

He accounted for everything about Alice, yet he never anticipated the variables brought by the False King’s blood.

Simon, unwilling to relent, stated: “Saintess, this might be the only chance to change the fate dictated by the False King’s blood! If you indulge in temporary affection, you will surely regret it one day!”

Alice trembled, shivering as if in a cold wind.

But Roy quickly steadied her shoulders, kissing her golden hair to soothe her unease, calming the girl’s shivers.

“There’s no need for the Archbishop to worry.”

Roy glanced at Simon in the distance, calm and resolute: “Our fate is decided by ourselves—no matter what the outcome, I will walk alongside Alice from now on.”

“……Mm!” Alice, nestled against the boy’s chest, nodded emphatically, drowning in overwhelming happiness, with no room left for dire warnings to seep in.

To let go of Roy now would be the dumbest mistake she could ever make.

Simon wore a grave expression: “Saintess…”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t!”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t! Alice doesn’t want to leave Roy’s side ever again!”

The girl’s extraordinary passion startled Roy, and he patted her back repeatedly to calm her down.

That outburst made the atmosphere rather awkward.

Teresa frowned: “Archbishop Simon, do you intend to force the Saintess to return to the Eastern Church with you?”

“I… this…”

Even the Archangel found himself at a loss for words, his face covered in dark lines, utterly defeated.

Forget it, this kid was already beyond saving.

In every sense, she had been claimed by Roy.

Whether you label their love foolish or brave, only their unwavering determination moved Simon a little.

Realizing he could no longer change Alice’s mind, Simon rubbed his aching forehead and sighed deeply.

“Lady Teresa, you’re exaggerating. I never intended to offend the Saintess.”

The templar knights turned and left.

The Saintess would not join the Eastern Church but would continue to fulfill her duties as the Saintess of White Harbor.

Though the reasons were unclear, every follower of the Holy Light in White Harbor rejoiced.

From both emotional and practical perspectives, they didn’t want their freshly elected Saintess to abandon White Harbor for the Eastern lands.

Alice also apologized for her rashness to everyone.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so selfish…”

The blonde girl deeply bowed her head to Charlotte and the others.

“Oh come on, it’s no big deal, really,” Nia chuckled, quickly helping Alice back up.

Feeling a little weird about the Saintess bowing down in a church, she thought it might shorten her life.

Charlotte leaned in close to Alice’s ear, threateningly warning: “But if there’s a next time, don’t blame us if we don’t leave a single bite for you and Roy!”

Not knowing what exactly she said, Alice’s cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with tears, and her hair literally steaming from embarrassment.

If only time could rewind, she would want to smack that version of herself back then.

For whatever reasons, abandoning Roy was the most foolish decision.

“Honestly, I have my faults too. I shouldn’t have laid my hands on you before,” Nia scratched her head, showing a full expression of regret, “So, can we consider it even?”

“Even what? Laying hands on the Saintess is a great disrespect!”

“At the very least, we should be allowed to slap our Saintess back, right?”

“To be fair, that’s definitely true.”

While Charlotte and the others enthusiastically fanned the flames, Nia frowned in frustration.

“Guys, can you consider the atmosphere… hey!”

With excitement at its peak, Charlotte dove into action: “Alice, come on, we’ve got her pinned down for you!”

The blonde Saintess was eager as she swung her hand.

The slap wasn’t heavy; if anything, it resembled how Nia would usually play around with Alice’s tender cheeks.

This wave of justice was like karma, the cycle of heaven and earth…

Thinking this way, Nia accepted it.

Until a tingling sensation shot through her chest, the elven girl furiously exclaimed: “That’s too much! Which jerk just touched my chest?!”

Gazing at the distant scene of vibrant laughter, Roy couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re doing a great job at ruining the Archangel’s scheme, seriously, keep it up.”

Roy turned back, seeing Teresa wearing a contemplative expression.

“Of course, we at White Harbor don’t want the Saintess to leave.”

A gentle light of the Holy dispersed, and the gaze of the Holy Maiden revealed a scrutinizing meaning alongside a subtle wave of who-knows-what: “Yet, from the perspective of the False King’s blood, his suggestion is indeed the most beneficial for you. If you miss this chance, you may never escape the fate tied to that blood again.”

“If that’s the case, you have no regrets?”

To this, Roy merely smiled lightly and shifted his gaze back to the girls playing in the church.

“The secret of the False King’s blood can be figured out another way, and extraordinary powers can be united gradually. But the reason that has pushed me forward all this time has never been just these…”

“Whenever I feel like I can’t hold on any longer, thinking about the people waiting for me to return makes me reluctant to give up.”

It was they who reminded him that he was not the ‘evil Roy,’ nor the False King’s blood; before those identities, he was Roy Ainbrad, simply someone who is loved.

Roy tightened his fist slightly and smiled gently.

“They are my strength, my future, the reason I keep moving forward.”

Teresa was slightly taken aback.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, painting a beautiful picture of the girls, but she understood that the scene in the boy’s eyes must be far more radiant than what she saw.

She didn’t speak up, not wanting to shatter the boy’s moment of immersion.