I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 749

Chapter 131: The Residual Corruption

White Port spent a long day in unease.

The mysterious mist surrounding the church, the terrifying sounds that destroyed the whole harbor, and the blinding white flames visible even in the city, all contributing to the residents’ anxiety.

Fortunately, the next day, Saintess Alice took to the stage with Archbishop Simon to explain the bizarre events from yesterday.

“The wicked Cultists are beyond redemption, daring to once again lay their hands on the Saintess, putting the people at risk! But fear not, under the leadership of the Saintess, the brave knights of White Port have nipped the threat in the bud. Yesterday’s flames were a divine confirmation from our goddess!”

“Furthermore, there’s good news: the Saint’s Guard, Roy Ainbrad, has been graced by the goddess, surviving death’s grip and returning safely. He will continue to serve the Saintess faithfully!”

Archbishop Simon praised the performance of Saintess Alice and the knights of White Port.

In reality, although last night’s ruckus was frightening, it hadn’t affected the inner city.

Moreover, with the news of Roy’s return, the atmosphere of unease was momentarily washed away by joy.

Compared to Simon’s speeches, Alice’s words were straightforward, bordering on perfunctory.

“May the Holy Light bless you all.”

Even a simple prayer, delivered with her elegant grace and striking beauty, was enough to win the faith of her followers.

“Thanks to the Saintess for her protection!”

“Long live the Saintess!”

“Welcome back, Lord Roy!”

“All hail the Holy Light!”

People praised the Holy Light and the Saintess, filled with reverence for the goddess.

The cover of silence since the cult’s attack was lifted, and White Port basked once again in the joy brought by the Saintess.

The only regret was not having seen the revived Roy Ainbrad, who was said to still be recuperating in bed.

However, the observant ones couldn’t help but notice that the truth of the situation wasn’t as calm as it appeared.

The Eastern Continent and White Port had always been at odds.

Yet Simon praised the Saintess and White Port while deliberately downplaying the role of the Eastern Continent. It completely boosted others’ renown while tarnishing the image of the Eastern Continent’s church headquarters.

Though he mentioned a cultist attack, he didn’t specify which sect it was. The harbor and the church’s vicinity were in ruins but didn’t bear a single corpse.

Even though the upper echelons had issued a gag order, various clues ultimately couldn’t be hidden from the world.

Beneath the flourishing facade, a storm was brewing between the continents, with a previous clash already taken place.

Theoretically, White Port’s strength paled in comparison to the Eastern Continent’s church, with two high-tier figures—the Sword Saint and the Wise Angel—able to easily suppress the Saint Nun. Not to mention the political pressure.

It’s important to note that aside from the Saint Nun Teresa, White Port’s overall strength was considered mid-tier among the seven factions of the Western Continent, and it had long been at the mercy of the Eastern Continent’s church, with no bite whatsoever.

But from Simon’s various concessions, it was clear that White Port had gained the upper hand.

Amidst the fear lingered a sense of relief among the mid-level officials of White Port who rejoiced at this unexpected victory.

For the common people, unaware of the truths behind the events, or the elites observing political shifts, what truly delighted them was the fact that the Saintess remained in White Port.

Throughout history, all Saintesses had hailed from the Eastern Continent, and there had been rumors that Archbishop Simon was determined to take Alice away, sparking conflicts within the White Port church.

After centuries of having a Saintess, would she be taken away by the Eastern Continent? What nonsense is this?!

Especially after the cultist attack, Simon had made a statement that the Saintess would leave this sorrowful land for the Eastern Continent to devote her life to spreading the faith.

That had nearly crushed the hearts of the people of White Port.

How could we live without the Saintess?!

It wasn’t just a joke.

Let alone the economic benefits the Saintess brought, many followers of the Holy Light couldn’t eat or sleep without participating in her prayers.

Thankfully, the brief turmoil had led to a turnaround.

Though the reasons behind the events remained unclear, both sides faced off in the shadows, but in the end, White Port emerged victorious, and the Saintess was free from the Eastern Continent’s church.

Cheers, joy, and Coca-Cola!

But those truly satisfied with everything had to include the mastermind behind it all.

“Simon has softened?”

“It seems the church won’t take action against you for a while.”

Roy flashed a brilliant smile at Alice.

Both Simon and the Sword Saint were heavily injured and had lost the Pope’s power; even if they wanted to act, they lacked the ability.

“Uh…”

Alice responded slowly, her eyelashes fluttering, appearing both unable to believe and intoxicated by this hard-won moment.

No special treatment was necessary; just being here, cuddled next to Roy on his shoulder, was wonderfully incredible.

Outside, the stars flooded the sky, and the lights twinkled brilliantly.

Tonight, White Port was filled with waves of joy.

But Alice only wanted to be by his side, quietly enjoying the tranquil night.

Nevertheless, Roy had something on his mind.

“Alice, is the goddess’s power still affecting you?”

The goddess’s divine power had been temporarily suppressed by Alice, but excessive use of the Holy Light, especially the Seraph, could cause that terrifying power to stir once more.

“Sometimes, yes, but you shouldn’t worry…”

Alice pondered as she raised her delicate wrist, summoning a strand of Holy Light.

The power contained within it made Roy gasp slightly.

This was already the limit of Sequence 5, on the verge of entering a high-tier state.

The main character’s worth…

No, in the original work, Alice only reached Sequence 6 by the end.

The bloodline of the Angel requires pure emotions for ascension; if I had to say, it’s the purity of love!

Thinking of this, Roy felt a surge of pride for his girl.

“Alice seems to be slowly digesting this power; one day, she will be able to fully harness it.”

Putting away the Holy Light, the golden-haired girl looked hopefully at him, softly expressing her warm, celestial thoughts: “When that time comes, Alice will truly belong to her master.”

Her crystal-clear eyes held no impurities, pure as the color of the sky.

Such genuine emotions made it hard for Roy not to be moved.

This wasn’t delusional self-praise; this girl was genuinely looking at him with all her heart.

“You silly, you’re already that now.”

Roy couldn’t help but reach for her soft waist, wanting to bask in the warmth of his angel.

However, Alice, expressionless, dodged away.

“Master, your injuries…”

Noticing the young man’s body, Alice couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Roy wasn’t worried, but Alice’s worries only grew.

Though the external wounds appeared healed, the erosion from the Seraph was more resilient than imagined.

The young man was now covered in large, burning white scars, slowly being corroded by this power from the inside out.

That divine power, with Alice’s Sequence 5 strength, was hardly capable of complete healing.

The Seraph’s ruthless killing power was utterly brutal.

Ignoring the compatibility between bloodlines, it equally erased others’ bloodlines.

Thanks to the numerous demi-god protections on Roy, not to mention that terrifying sword that had pierced through Roy’s chest and destroyed half a canyon, even just the residual blinding Holy Light within him was enough to wear down an ordinary Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5, to nothing.

Noticing Alice’s pained gaze, Roy tightened his shirt to cover his body and comforted her, saying, “It’s really not as exaggerated as it looks.”

“Compared to those…”

Let me just rua rua!

If the believers of White Port would die from not seeing the Saintess, then unfortunately, Roy was the biggest patient, already at the terminal stage.

What the hell with the Holy Light? I need to touch the little Saintess’s head or I’m going to die now!