I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 715

Chapter 97: Alice Doesn’t Dislike It

At a certain hotel.

A group of Cultists from the Cult of Necromancy looked down at the radiant Holy Light Port in dazed disbelief, struggling to comprehend how easily they had infiltrated the Church’s territory.

After confirming that the Church hadn’t bound them in any way, they were practically bursting with excitement, itching to spread the gospel of death and plunge the city into silence.

Even their leader, Julius, couldn’t help but wear a hint of excitement.

Though he had no clue what the Church was really after, did they think they could just unleash them and get the results they wanted?

Hmph, the blood of the False King was destined to die, but how could he be limited to just that?

“Destined Saintess, candidate for Saint, and various political dignitaries… Heh heh heh, this time, none of you will escape!”

Just then, a flippant whistle rang out in the room without warning.

“Wow, little Julius still has such a big appetite~”

“Who?!”

Julius immediately lashed out, yet failed to catch a glimpse of the figure in time.

In the next moment, the figure casually perched on the edge of the windowsill.

The Cultist Priests were all aghast, as if faced with a dire enemy.

There was a high-ranking member present, along with several rank 5 members, representing the last core backbone of the Cult of Necromancy, yet none had noticed the presence of this person!

However, upon recognizing the identity of the newcomer, Julius lowered his guard, expressing a faint… disdain.

“You’re still alive. Well, even the Lord of Death would prefer not to accept such a noisy soul.”

“Hey! Is that any way to treat an old friend?!” The clown feigned a gagging sound, then suddenly bowed his head to wipe away tears. “I even brought you a gift, and you’re being so heartless… boohoo…”

The Cultists were left speechless, their blood pressure rising in an unprecedented manner, and collectively thought—

This person seemed a bit off his rocker.

“My patience is running thin,” Julius’ eyes flashed with a chilling depth.

The clown immediately stopped his obnoxious fake crying and smiled, “There are at least three high-ranking members in Holy Port right now. Even a necromancer skilled in dealing with multiple opponents would be in a tricky spot, right?”

“Ugh, it’s so rare to put on a show—too small of a stage makes it boring! And you wouldn’t want to stick to the Holy Light’s dull script, would you?”

“So if we’re going to do this, let’s go all out.”

The clown’s expression turned fiercely intimidating at that moment.

With a crisp snap of his fingers, a haunting object manifested in midair, leaving all the Cultists, including Julius, dumbfounded.

A black skull radiating with ghostly pale flames.

The highest-level sealed object of the Holy Light Church, the sacred artifact of the Cult of Necromancy. It was also the reason why they had suffered extermination at the hands of the Holy Light Church.

The Bones of the Reaper.

“Impossible! I clearly…”

“You clearly hid it away?” The clown waved his hand carelessly, gleefully declaring, “Come on, who do you think told you the intel about this thing in the first place?”

“If I found it once, I can find it a second time.”

Unlike the other priests who were desperately yearning for it, Julius didn’t get lost in the clown’s flattery.

He stared at the bones in silence for a moment before frowning, “Why are you helping me?”

“Just because I’m not following the Holy Light Church’s script doesn’t mean I have to follow your script either.”

As those words fell.

With his back to the shattered moonlight, the clown held the skull, dramatically contorting his features to create a grin more ominous than the soulless skull itself.

“I don’t have a script. At least not this time.”

“This time, I just want to enjoy your performance.”

To be honest, Julius had never been able to see through this person’s true intentions.

Yet, The Bones of the Reaper were indeed an indispensable asset for him to counter the Church.

“Hmph, then I’ll thank you for your kindness.”

Julius accepted The Bones of the Reaper.

This made the clown’s already eerie smile curve up even more.

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After a bath, lying back in bed, Roy couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious about his upcoming goal.

He needed to have Alice accept the baptism of Holy Light during the ritual and further tap into her Angel bloodline without letting her fall into the grasp of the Holy Light Church from the Eastern Continent.

Even the Alice in the original work couldn’t have it both ways; at least she had to nominally submit.

This “I want it all” mentality felt a bit delusional.

But thinking back, was the ending in the original work really a perfect one?

Angel’s Dance abruptly stopped at the most beautiful moment in the story, but without anyone interfering with the Church’s plans, the Destined Saintess, Alice, would undoubtedly end up under the Church’s control.

No one knew what the Church really intended to do with Alice’s power.

Recalling the bloodline memories where Rollin mentioned the tragic fate of the first Saintess at the hands of the Church, along with Saintess Teresa’s hatred for the Church, Roy felt an unsettling chill down his spine when reflecting on the plot of Angel’s Dance.

Power, prestige, glory—beneath the alluring olive branches presented to Alice lay the Church’s unspeakable secrets.

But this time, no matter what, he couldn’t let them succeed.

Not only for the sake of the fated node, not only for the secrets tied to the False King hidden within the Saint…

But most importantly, for Alice, so she could achieve a truly beautiful ending.

Silently vowing this in his heart, Roy momentarily pushed aside these heavy thoughts and turned his gaze to the girl cuddled up next to him in bed.

The dim candlelight painted a soft outline of the girl.

Her wet golden hair fell softly, long lashes slightly trembled, and her sparkling light blue eyes glimmered. The soft pink of her cherry blossom lips rose and fell gently, exuding a sweetness more delightful than the morning dew on the iris.

Alice was always very quiet; she wouldn’t speak unless necessary, obedient like a doll.

But no doll could be so lively and enchanting.

Though appearing quietly nestled beside him, her gentle gaze radiated an unmistakable affection.

A few seconds of eye contact made Roy forget what he wanted to say, wishing to simply admire her forever.

Her cool aura and exquisite features could rival the angels depicted in sacred paintings, Roy felt he could stare at her all day without getting bored.

However, the next moment, a lovely sight that even sacred paintings couldn’t depict quietly surfaced.

Under Roy’s unwavering gaze, the blonde girl slightly lowered her eyelids, resting her hand on her chest, a faint blush rising on her porcelain-white face, while her stray hair above her head softened.

It was the pure and blessed angelic figure, solely revealing a warm and coy demeanor meant for him.

“With Master looking at me like that… Alice is a bit… shy…”

“Sorry.”

Roy instantly averted his gaze, his heart racing uncontrollably.

Damn, isn’t she a bit too cute?!

Alice was still the same Alice, but thinking about how she wasn’t pure-hearted and instead held genuine feelings for him, it intensified Roy’s emotions a bit.

Noticing Roy really look away, Alice felt dissatisfied.

“Um, Alice doesn’t dislike it, okay?”

“Huh?”

“Alice doesn’t dislike being looked at like that by Master. Or rather… really likes it…”

By the end, her ethereal voice had become as soft as a whisper, but her misty eyes were enough to convey her feelings.