I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 728

Chapter 110: The Curtain Falls

The cold mist and the legion of bones turned to ashes under the Holy Light of the angel.

With the battles in the southern half calming down, the Cultists’ attack ended in complete failure.

However, the crowd surrounding the angel remained in a panic.

The girl gazed toward the direction where the sword had just been swung, surrounded by a holy halo, yet appeared inexplicably desolate.

“Lady Angel, why did you have to deal with your guardian…” A knight from White Harbor couldn’t help but ask.

“I’ll answer that,” Simon stepped in front of Alice, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at the horrified crowd.

“Roy Ainbrad has been infected by the power of the evil god among the skeletons, and has completely fallen into a Cultist.”

“The Saintess had no choice but to act for the greater good, even against her own.”

“This…”

The crowd exchanged glances, some silently beginning to weep.

The guards, who had surrounded the Saintess to complete the trial, bravely defended her but fell at the moment of victory, dying by her hand.

What an irony.

The knights bowed their heads in sigh, while the nuns covered their faces and cried.

Vessalia was needless to mention; even Olaya held her chest, mourning for the brave guardian.

The people, not knowing what had happened, still bore witness to the young boy’s fierce battle against the Cultists and now fell into deep sorrow.

Simon’s eyes also glimmered with moisture.

“He ultimately fulfilled his duty as a guardian, protecting the Lady Saintess.”

“I think for Roy, he died in a worthy cause.”

Simon clapped his hands: “Alright, everyone, now is not the time to be lost in grief.”

“White Harbor has many issues to fix, and looking forward is the thing we can do to comfort the souls of the sacrificed.”

Under Simon’s reminder, the crowd rallied and began working on disaster relief efforts.

As the clamor of people gradually faded, Simon’s sorrowful gaze instantly cleared, and his face returned to calm.

Looking at the golden-haired angel, he finally couldn’t help but show a hint of a smile.

It was a situation the Church was unwilling to see, standing opposed to White Harbor and even the Western Continent.

Thus, the Cultists’ attack was needed to create enough chaos.

Once there was a crack, executing ploys during the inauguration ceremony would be a piece of cake.

Successes belong to Roy, and failures belong to Roy.

As he had expected, Alice’s most steadfast belief was also her weakest vulnerability.

Just a lie that couldn’t be verified in time was enough to make her collapse during the inauguration ceremony.

People’s hearts are sometimes that simple.

In fact, there was no need for the goddess’s consciousness to immediately possess Alice, but Roy’s appearance diverted Simon’s attention.

The blood of the False King; he truly cared for Alice, but all signs indicated he was fully aware of the extraordinary nature of the Destined Saintess and wanted to seize that power.

In truth, Alice was nearly completely under his control, leaving no room for the Church to interfere.

Roy Ainbrad was the biggest variable, and also the greatest obstacle to the Church’s grasp of the Destined Saintess.

But all of that has come to an end.

The Cultists, obsessed with the blood of the False King, were indeed perfect tools.

Even though the appearance of the Death God’s skeleton momentarily allowed the False King to escape, it surprised Simon a little.

But in the end, everything went according to plan smoothly.

The girl whose soul had been obliterated by the Holy Light could not be swayed by the boy’s existence.

Now, the angel had personally erased the boy’s existence, completely obliterating the already nonexistent possibility.

After that, the Cultists’ attack could be pinned on White Harbor, questioning their incompetence. Coupled with Alice’s own will.

The Destined Saintess would be able to join the Church rightfully, and no one could stop it.

Everything proceeded as planned smoothly.

They finally incorporated the Saintess’s power!

Looking at the ruins before him and the direction where the boy vanished, Simon lowered his gaze and sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t actually dislike you; I even somewhat admire you. To reach mid-level as the blood of the False King, you must have gone through hardships unimaginable to ordinary people.”

“But sadly, this is a necessary sacrifice.”

“The Saintess dictated by fate, the angel favored by the goddess, our only savior, must not be tainted by the filth of the mundane.”

“If you’re to blame, blame your love for contaminating the one person you should never love; perhaps this is also your destiny.”

In the bleak and cold wind, no trace of the boy’s existence could be seen.

Under the vast sword light, a mere Sequence 6 had long turned to ashes, even his soul purified.

Simon made the sign of the cross: “May you rest in peace.”

“Lady Angel, let’s go.”

“Lady Angel?”

The golden-haired angel gazed off into the distance, as if frozen like a statue.

After a long while, she finally turned back and took a step forward.

Was there still a lingering attachment…?

Perhaps there remained some vestige of Alice’s own consciousness?

But this final awareness would inevitably be devoured by the goddess’s light, not worth worrying about.

Petty human emotions could never surpass the greatness of the divine.

After all, for Alice, the source of her belief, the one who gave her the courage to defy the goddess’s authority, was no longer present.

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In a corner of the ruined remains.

Watching the golden-haired angel depart, the dark-haired boy sighed deeply, feeling both relief and bitterness.

He sat dejectedly in a corner, never feeling so lost as he did now.

The Seraph had acted.

Everything went according to his script; both the Cultists and the sacrifices were merely actors following his choreography. No wonder he didn’t mind staying on site; everything was within Simon’s calculations.

In the end, even Alice fell into his control.

Alice…

Recalling the girl’s cold, empty, and expressionless eyes, Roy’s chest twisted with pain.

Then came the surging tide.

Anger, unwillingness, sadness, and despair all welled up.

But there was one thing he lacked: desperation.

Roy took a deep breath.

“…Are you alright?” the carefree Phoenix asked cautiously.

“Not so good.”

In the next moment, the boy suddenly pressed on his chest and punched himself hard.

He spat out a mouthful of blood; as the pain surged, it dispersed the muddy emotions, and Roy smiled faintly through his blood: “I’m much better now.”

The more critical the moment, the calmer one needed to be.

Whether it’s anger or tears, those burdens that do nothing to help the situation could only wait until it was all over.

To save Alice, he had to give everything, with no room for even a slight burden.

Once his mind cleared, Roy confirmed the situation with the Phoenix: “What happened with Alice?”

Phoenix, sensing the moment, didn’t pry into his condition further and instead analyzed: “She was possessed by the power of the Holy Light.”

“The consciousness of a demigod can influence mid to low-tier beings of the same bloodline, which is what you call a bloodline outburst of Extraordinary Beings.”

“Yeah, Cultists seduced by the evil god fall, based on the same principle. To completely crush Alice’s consciousness, it seems the Saintess goddess indeed exists, not just something those white robes fabricated.”

Roy frowned: “You said Alice’s soul could withstand this.”

“Yes, as long as the soul is steadfast enough, even if the ritual fails, divine power cannot take root. Unless…”

Phoenix paused.

“Unless she suffered some immense trauma that shook the very core of her soul.”

Roy understood to some extent.

It was like two masters battling; a single flaw could be fatal.

Simon must have done something to Alice amidst the chaos, causing her not to endure the cleansing of the Holy Light, leading to the goddess taking control of her body.

The so-called angel was merely the goddess’s apostle, a puppet acting on her behalf.

Understanding the principle of all this, Roy asked the real question: “Then can she… recover?”