I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 729

Chapter 110: Roy’s Funeral

After what felt like a century of silence, Phoenix finally sighed.

“I don’t want to lie to you.”

“I can sense Alice’s consciousness is still there, but the chance of waking her up is too slim.”

“In theory, as long as the seed of the soul isn’t destroyed, there’s a possibility to restore it. But her condition is like a candle flickering in the wind. Forcing her awake and going against the goddess’s Holy Light would probably snuff out even this last shred of awareness…”

It was the goddess who had the upper hand, erasing most of Alice’s soul.

Even if they managed to wake Alice now, it would be a struggle far harsher than the initiation ceremony.

In the worst-case scenario, Alice’s last vestiges could just vanish into thin air.

Yet, Roy still spoke solemnly, “Hope is slight, but there’s still a glimmer.”

Alice had risked everything for herself to claim the power of a saintess.

She held on until the very end.

That strike at the time, she could have killed herself.

A full-powered attack at Sequence 4; back then, there was no way out for herself.

However, that strike went off course.

A blow that could obliterate the heavens and earth passed right by him. The seemingly fiery white flames flowed past peacefully, not scorching him even a bit.

The one who struck at him was not the Seraph but Alice.

Even to this point, Alice hadn’t given up.

Until the last moment, how could she simply leave him?

Roy clenched his fists. “I will save her, just as I promised.”

Phoenix smiled with relief.

That steadfast belief shone brighter than any extraordinary power.

It was the tiny song of courage that touched the immortal bird, who had watched the world for thousands of years with cold eyes.

With comfort in his heart, the immortal spoke sternly, “I believe in you, but you need to stay calm. Even without discussing the soul issue, counting Alice in, they have three high-tier beings on their side!”

“I know, that’s why I didn’t act just now.”

It’s easy to throw oneself into a battle filled with reckless bravery, but that doesn’t solve anything.

The Blade of the Former King couldn’t handle true high-tier extraordinary beings.

And the projection of the Sage had exhausted its power fighting against Death, making it impossible to use for the time being.

He couldn’t give up, nor could he act rashly; he had to find a sure way to win before he could act.

For that, he needed to gather strength and regroup.

Fortunately, he was never alone.

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The day after the cultist attack.

Holy Light poured into the church, and prayers flowed in the air.

Simon, donned in a black robe, stood at the front, his face filled with sorrow.

“Roy Ainbrad, the Knight of the Holy Lady, worthy of the title of knight, a true servant of humanity, fought valiantly to protect the Holy Lady until the very end. With him at the forefront, we will forever remember those brave souls who defended the Holy Light…”

“Holy Light above.”

“May the goddess bless them forever.”

Everyone bowed their heads in mourning and respect to the dark shrubbery below.

Alice ascended as the saintess, awakened her angelic powers, became a saint through battle, and shattered the cultist’s schemes.

For a time, the reputation of the angel soared to the pinnacle, becoming the true savior saintess.

However, her knight had perished in this battle, leaving not even a bone behind.

The church prepared a funeral that transcended the role of a knight. The people of White Harbor came to mourn.

Even Visalia, Aroya, and high-ranking church officials and knights from the Eastern Continent came to pay their respects.

No one would forget who stood at the frontlines against the cultists when the army of the dead threatened.

Perhaps his initial intention was merely to protect the saintess in the church, but judging by his actions, without Roy, numerous knights and civilians would have been devoured by the undead.

Moreover, that courage to face high-tier cultists was already worthy of admiration.

And having lost a companion of many years, saintess Alice was also disheartened, declaring she would leave the painful Western Continent, a place filled with memories, to go eastward, devote herself to the goddess’s great mission, and save more suffering people.

Such nobility raised Alice’s esteem to an unparalleled height, transcending both continents.

With the courage to slay evil spirits and a heart of compassion, at this moment, Alice appeared to be even more than the saints of history in the eyes of the Holy Light followers, akin to a real angel.

For the master, wielding the sword against treachery yet holding compassion for the world was the golden Seraph.

This was exactly what Simon wanted.

Now that Roy was dead, no one could take Alice away, and the saintess’s reputation could only rise higher, conveniently uniting the increasingly restless White Harbor. What’s not to like?

Rest in peace, Roy Ainbrad. We had no grievances, but your death truly made the world a better place.

However, Roy’s funeral didn’t end peacefully.

A fiery red-haired girl burst into the church and, before anyone could react, kicked over the empty coffin.

She pointed directly at Simon on the platform, shouting furiously.

“Stop playing these disgusting tricks! My knight can’t possibly be dead that easily!”

“I know you don’t want to accept it, but this is reality,” Simon lowered his head, appearing genuinely sorrowful. “The Holy Lady herself struck, and not even bones remain…”

The Lionheart Princess’s face darkened, unable to contain herself, and with flames swirling around her, she charged onto the platform. “You’re talking nonsense!”

Fortunately, the elven girl appeared just in time, tugging her back with some knights from the kingdom.

Simon appeared calm, but internally, he was taken aback.

Who would’ve thought that even in death, so much trouble would follow.

What a calamity of a pretty face.

If anything, Roy’s close ties with various factions in the Western Continent were a liability.

However, now that Roy was dead, no matter how dissatisfied those factions were, they probably wouldn’t be able to unite anymore.

The seven great powers of the Western Continent stood in opposition, yet they were merely fingers that could not outmatch the iron fist of the entire Eastern Continent.

Moreover, now that the saintess had been lost, White Harbor lacked the ability to cause disturbances. Even if they were harboring ill intent, they wouldn’t find a way to intervene for a while.

Looking at the Lionheart Princess glaring at them and the elven girl next to her with teary eyes, Simon felt a sense of disdain rising in his heart.

The big picture was set.

From now on, all fates would return to their proper track.

These talented individuals from the Western Continent, no matter how favored by destiny, would fall into their fated demise, unable to stir anything significant—a trivial matter.

After Roy’s funeral.

The girls gathered together, the atmosphere incredibly tense.

That day, they were similarly trapped outside of White Harbor, only to receive the news of Roy’s death after the attack.

“It can’t be! We didn’t even see a body; how could he possibly be dead? The church is definitely up to no good… why are you crying?!”

Seeing the elven girl sobbing, Charlotte, annoyed, kicked her hard.

But Nia had lost the will to argue and covered her face, tears streaming down even harder.

“He’s not dead. He’s absolutely not dead… Ugh… sob…”