I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 718

Chapter 100: The Pope’s Purpose

“Next, please listen to my request.”

The first Holy Maiden, Angelia, gazed seriously at the black-haired girl beneath the tree, her expression very grave.

“Please save the world with the blood of the False King.”

A gentle breeze tousled Rolin’s hair.

After a moment, the girl smirked, disdainful and displeased.

“It seems you misunderstood something.”

“I’m saving you for the power, not to be some good Samaritan.”

“Not to mention that the Holy Light scriptures are mostly nonsense, I can’t even take care of myself right now. How the hell am I supposed to save the world?!”

Angelia shook her head. “But the prophecy of destruction is undeniably true.”

“That’s a calamity even more terrifying than the Demon King of the Third Era, caused by the gods who destroyed the First Era. In the face of such disasters, no one can stay unscathed, not even those you hold dear.”

Affected by Angelia’s serious tone, Rolin’s face gradually lost its flippant attitude.

She irritably rubbed her head and then, in defeat, spread her hands. “Fine, let’s pretend what you said is true!”

“If disaster comes, we’re all finished!”

“But isn’t it the Church’s job to save the world? Don’t tell me they’ve done nothing all these years!”

“Regarding that…” Angelia clenched her fists, a deep bitterness surfacing at the corners of her mouth.

Her light blue eyes were etched with helplessness and resentment.

“The Pope’s purpose has never been to save the world.”

A gentle breeze passed, blurring all the scenery.

Everything melted away in the wind, except for Angelia’s final words, which thundered and lingered in Roy’s mind like a nightmare.

The Pope isn’t trying to save the world?

This news instantly filled Roy with mixed emotions.

Since Alice is the key to saving the world, Roy had always worried about falling into a dilemma between “saving Alice” or “saving the world.”

Though Roy could oppose the world for Alice, disasters are a tangible threat.

Even if he saved Alice, if they all met their end in a catastrophe, what would it matter?

Hearing that the Pope was not about saving the world did not surprise Roy too much, even giving him a bit of relief.

But it was quickly replaced by deep worry.

The Holy Light Church, harboring multiple high-tier Extraordinary Beings, the largest organization in the human realm ruling the entire Eastern Continent, what on earth were they secretly scheming for all these years?

If it wasn’t to save the world, surely it wasn’t to destroy it either, as that would do them no good!

And if all their schemes over the years had nothing to do with saving the world, then what about the calamity? Who is going to deal with that?!

Thankfully, Roy had a good mindset.

No need to rush; panicking wouldn’t help.

But even setting aside those distant worries, Alice’s inauguration ceremony was an imminent crisis.

The Church wanting to rely on the Holy Maiden to save the world, and the Church scheming to use the Holy Maiden while ignoring the prophecy of destruction—clearly the latter was a greater danger.

Roy’s already limited trust in the Church had now plummeted to a new low.

The morning sun shone down.

Today was the day of the Holy Maiden Alice’s inauguration ceremony.

Under the warm and fresh morning breeze, the blonde girl appeared tranquil as ever, a gentle smile curving up her lips that warmed the heart.

Looking at the blonde girl sleeping beside him, Roy felt a bit of his anxiety ease, replaced by boundless determination.

No matter what schemes the Church had, what he needed to do remained unchanged.

He had to ensure Alice received the Holy Light baptism to gain the power of the Holy Maiden while protecting her from the Church’s grasp.

The fate of the blood of the False King, the Church’s covetousness for Alice, even the so-called prophecy of destruction…

He and Alice would overcome all these challenges together, heading towards the best conclusion.

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White Harbor Cathedral.

The sun shone brightly, the sky clear as a bell.

Today marked the inauguration ceremony of the Holy Maiden Alice, and the ceremony of her taking office.

According to the ceremonial steps, Holy Maiden Alice would depart from the church, circle around White Harbor, receiving the prayers and witness of the people before finally returning to the church to officially receive the baptism of the Holy Light.

Four pure white high-tier Pegasi pulled a mobile altar, while beautiful black-clad maidens formed a defensive array around it, and even the outer perimeter was guarded by the brave, tall knights of White Harbor clad in silver armor.

Amidst all this, the blonde holy figure slowly mounted the stage.

Her loose, ornate, luxurious, and dignified white nun’s robe concealed her delicate frame, yet highlighted her pure and cold demeanor. The white cowl adorned with golden threads veiled much of her face, but the glimpses of golden hair and her perfectly arched chin were enough to showcase the girl’s beauty.

The honor of the Holy Maiden can only be seen by the goddess. It signifies that the Holy Maiden’s purest beauty is to be offered to the goddess to avoid being tainted by the mundane.

Only the handsome young man in black hair and white robes stood nearby, serving her closely.

The Holy Maiden was the will of the goddess, without a doubt.

Only the Saint Guards, chosen by the Holy Maiden, are the gifts granted to mere mortals.

To the believers of the Holy Light, that is a more coveted honor than that of nobles.

Along the paths surrounding White Harbor, flowers and praises flowed incessantly, and the sound of prayers echoed through the sky.

Roy once again realized that his maid had already become an impressive figure, feeling proud yet slightly guilty.

If the devout followers of the Holy Light knew he slept in the same bed as their beloved Holy Maiden every night, they might just tear him to pieces…

Upon returning to White Harbor Cathedral, the archister, Sister Teresa, along with the Sword Saint Rayo, personally led the senior church leaders from the Eastern and Western Continents, lined up to welcome them.

Notably, the holy sword’s heir, Levi, was also forced to show his face for the ceremony.

The young boy had lost the sharpness he once had, likely still unwilling to face reality, keeping his head down and trembling.

Though his holy sword still hung at his waist, he also carried an extra side sword, evidently unable to regain his fighting spirit.

Beside him, Orloya was simply filled with jealousy, her forced smile trembling faintly as she glared at Alice, her eyes nearly ablaze.

Such jealousy and dissatisfaction were not uncommon among the church ranks of the Eastern Continent, yet they were ultimately drowned out by the overwhelming sound of praise, unable to stir any waves.

The so-called destiny had already sealed the Holy Maiden’s status; whether they acknowledged it or not, that was an undeniable fact.

Those previously defeated wouldn’t provoke Roy’s extra attention either.

Basking in the admiration of the multitude of Holy Light believers, Roy gentlemanly took Alice’s hand, escorting her down from the high platform and into White Harbor Cathedral, arriving at the underground altar.

The underground was spacious, with only the Archbishop Simon quietly awaiting at the altar.

The pure white holy fire and the drifting holy light painted this place as sacred and tranquil, peaceful and serene.

“Welcome, Holy Maiden.”

Simon first bowed slightly to Alice before turning to Roy.

“Thank you, Mr. Roy, for escorting her along the way.”

“However, the Holy Light baptism is about to begin, so Mr. Roy, please step aside for now to avoid interrupting the ceremony.”