I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 733

Chapter 115: Destiny Is Already Determined

White Harbor’s Eastern District.

As a religious city, White Harbor is filled with various churches, allowing residents to participate in religious activities at any time.

Simon occupied a church near the port, using it as a temporary base.

The morning mist floated, gentle breezes blew, and faint prayers flowed softly within the church.

In the back garden of the church, a golden-haired angel knelt among the flowers, bathed in the pale morning light, looking as beautiful as a holy statue.

For the passing worshipers, witnessing this scene felt like soaking in the fragrant colors of spring, naturally evoking a deep sense of faith within.

Her presence made the pleasant spring even warmer and brighter.

Devout believers, fearing to disturb such a beautiful moment, wouldn’t linger even for a glance and quickly moved on.

However, not everyone felt admiration for the newly appointed saint, the angelic girl.

With orange hair hanging down and weary eyes, a young boy carelessly stepped on the soft petals and approached Alice.

“Look, look, who do we have here?”

“A mere maid, and now she’s a saint—bet you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself, huh?”

Levi spat out his words with scorn, showing no respect at all.

Yet the golden-haired angel didn’t even blink, treating him like the air around her.

Her indifference sparked a deeper anger in Levi.

“Thanks to you, I’ll never gain the recognition of the holy sword, not even Vishalia and the others respect me! And you? You killed the cult leader and got everything…”

Levi’s expression twitched uncomfortably, but he quickly forced a sneer: “But I’m not jealous of you at all.”

“Because you’re even more pathetic than I am.”

“For you, ascending to the position of saint and attaining all that glory means nothing when the truly important things have long slipped away!”

Levi leaned closer to Alice, taunting, “Your guard, Roy Ainbrad, is dead! Everything you’ve done is meaningless!”

When he couldn’t compare himself to others’ brilliance, belittling others and reopening old wounds gave him a bit of false superiority.

The good news? He finally caught Alice’s attention.

Her delicate face stirred slightly, and her crystal-like eyes glinted towards Levi.

But the bad news? Before Levi could laugh, he was pierced by an icy killing intent.

“Hey, as a saint, you’re not seriously going to get angry over this… pfft!”

A burst of light exploded, and the boy’s body shot off like a line, smashing into the wall.

A punch from Sequence 4 was nothing a Sequence 6 could withstand!

Levi’s abdomen was directly pierced, dropping him into a pool of blood, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief.

Even at his most arrogant moments, he never dared to provoke a colleague to this extent!

What happened to the saint’s compassion?

Simon appeared in the flower room without anyone noticing.

“Dear saint, please calm down.”

“I apologize for Levi’s rudeness.”

With a casual wave, Simon temporarily healed Levi’s injuries with holy light.

Levi immediately clung to him like a lifeline: “Archbishop, you must stand up for me!”

“Stand up for you?” Simon smiled lightly, then his gaze turned icy, no longer warm: “Didn’t you do something that angered the saint?”

Under the high-level extraordinary being’s scrutiny, Levi dared not lie.

“I-I just mentioned Roy’s name…”

Simon’s face tightened, his aura darkening.

Levi had never seen the 【Intelligent Angel】 so furious, not even during the holy trial when the candidates from the Eastern Continent all lost. He was instantly silenced by fear.

“Kneel.”

With those two words, an invisible pressure bore down on Levi, forcing him to kneel before Alice.

“If you mention his name again in front of the saint, I will kill you.”

Levi, humiliated to his core, had no choice but to comply.

He didn’t understand why a mere high-level being would value the saint to this degree.

But a high-level extraordinary being was far beyond his right to question.

In this moment, he finally realized that what one deemed a mere maid was now towering over him, forbidding even a glance of reverence.

“……Yes!”

And the golden-haired angel never cast a glance his way again, as if he were less than an ant, nothing more than a speck of dust unworthy of her concern.

After apologizing, Levi no longer dared to look at the saint with disrespectful eyes.

He swaggered in but left utterly defeated; the burden of his already burdened ambition was crushed yet again by the harsh reality.

Once Levi departed, Simon’s expression grew serious as worry surfaced.

“My Lord, the situation isn’t right.”

“The saint still reacts to that name.”

Three days had passed since the coronation, and logically speaking, regardless of Alice’s strong soul, she should have been completely erased by the goddess’s divine power, disappearing into nothingness.

Unless a high-level being could leave behind remnants in this world, all past memories and personas should have been wiped clean.

But Alice still reacted to Roy’s name; even without the prayer power, her actions were difficult to control.

“That’s alright.”

“Time will heal everything.”

“No matter how resilient a soul, a mere few decades of life cannot withstand the divine power accumulated over several eras.”

Sang’s figure appeared from another direction.

He surveyed the golden-haired angel as if examining the world’s most exquisite artwork.

Moments later, he reluctantly shifted his gaze from Alice to Simon: “But right now, we don’t have much time.”

“The threads of fate are uncertain; there may be variables.”

Simon paused: “Variables?”

“Shouldn’t the saint have already been imbued with divine power and completely under our control?”

The currents of fate are complex yet not indeterminate.

At the correct time and in the right moment, the course of fate could be firmly fixed.

That’s the reason the church had thrived for hundreds of years.

But presently, Simon couldn’t think of anything that could threaten Alice.

The pope shook his head, chuckling: “Haha, some people just never learn to give up.”

“There’s no need to delay any longer.”

Initially, they planned to wait until Alice’s situation stabilized before heading back; however, since Alice’s soul still wouldn’t fade and with unknown dangers lurking…

“Please rest assured, my Lord,” Simon understood promptly.

“As long as we bring the saint back to the Eastern Continent, keeping them at bay will be easy.”

“I’ll lead a team to set off tomorrow.”

Before leaving, Simon took one last look at the angel in the flower bed.

Bathed in the warm morning sun, the girl’s eyes, however, were so cold.

Beneath her drooping golden hair, her beautiful silhouette appeared sacred and noble—but also bore a sense of deep loneliness.

The thought of taking Alice away from the place where she had encountered and accompanied that boy, never to return, weighed heavy on Simon’s heart for a moment.

But soon, he cast that emotion aside.

Compared to the grand ambition of saving the world, a mere girl’s happiness seemed too insignificant. Even their encounter was a deviation from destiny, and now it was merely returning to the right path.

What’s known as fate has long been determined.