I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 754

Chapter 136: Sweating Bullets, Bro

How can the Destined Saintess not have a holy sword?

In fact, Alice did receive a holy sword awarded by the church at the end of the original story, but now that the relationship has soured, obviously, the holy sword is off the table.

It’s a real bummer not being able to find matching divine weapons for our little saintess… or, er, I mean not being able to gather CGs…

Just then, our buddy Douglas brought in some good news.

“Making a sword is great, but didn’t we say we didn’t have the right materials before?”

“Didn’t have them before, but now we do.”

Douglas and Teresa exchanged a knowing smile.

Roy suddenly understood, “Oh, did White Harbor provide the materials?”

Holy White Stone, that’s rarer than mithril and is the core material for crafting Holy Light-type extraordinary armaments.

The Sanctuary Gauntlets that Alice used to wear were made with just one percent of Holy White Stone but could still withstand a full-force strike from a high-tier fighter.

Before, Holy White Stone was monopolized by the church, but now that White Harbor is supplying it, the material issue is solved—

But what Teresa said next left everyone speechless.

“Nope, it’s actually the church that’s providing it.”

“Huh?”

Teresa then brandished a holy sword.

A finely crafted hilt, a silver blade, with a luminescent gleam like twilight dusted stars—elegant and holy like a piece of art, yet exuding an undeniable sharpness.

This was the beloved sword passed down from the previous Sword Saint, the Holy Sword: Nightfall, one of the top-tier extraordinary weapons owned by the Holy Light Church.

When the battlefield was chaotic, Charlotte and the others arrived first, stabilized the situation, rescued the two unconscious people, and naturally didn’t forget to grab some spoils.

One swing of this sword made some elven girl beam with joy, wearing an expression that said, “Come on, praise me,” and Roy immediately knew who the culprit was.

As an Adventurer, why would you not collect a dropped gear?

Wow, you guys are pretty shady!

Douglas chuckled, “Rather than forging a new holy sword from scratch, isn’t it easier to melt this one down and reforge it?”

Roy scratched his face and looked at Teresa, politely declining, “Is it really proper to treat a sacred object like that?”

“What’s improper about it?”

Teresa was even more open-minded than he was, acting confused, “The sacred items of the Eastern Continent Church have nothing to do with the materials of our Western Continent Church.”

“Plus, the Sword of the Saint is what should be called the holy sword. To be used by our Destined Saintess is its honor!”

Roy was left dumbfounded.

Wow, didn’t realize how thick-skinned you were!

To say such things with a beaming smile and even impatience—it really seems like Teresa has a grudge against the Eastern Continent Church after all these years.

Douglas looked back at Alice, “To persuade the master of the workshop, I’ll have to personally return to my country. Sorry, but I can’t attend the Saintess’s inauguration ceremony.”

“Same here. Recently, there’s been new unrest in my country’s sea territory, so I must return as well. Apologies.” Jason also spoke up at this moment.

Alice nodded slightly, neither servile nor dismissive, displaying impeccable decorum, “No problem.”

It’s just that the Southern Sea prince still wasn’t used to it; a mere maid had transformed into the Holy Maiden of White Harbor, someone he had to treat with respect.

But knowing Roy orchestrated all this made it seem somewhat persuasive.

After all, he was the one who won the heart of the witch and gained Douglas’s approval!

The confrontation with the church allowed Jason to recognize their abilities and resolve once more.

He didn’t regret his decision to partner up with them.

If you’re going to be against the vast church, you should have reliable allies!

Jason craved opponents, wanted competition, desired to showcase his talents, but he wasn’t looking for a mindless fight to the death.

Since Roy intended to unify the Western Continent and battle the Eastern Continent, he had to do better than Roy!

Unlike Douglas, Jason was not satisfied just joining the alliance; he even wanted to replace the core leadership position.

He spoke grandly, “Everyone, if you need help from my country in the Southern Sea, please don’t hesitate. Where I can assist, I will certainly do my best.”

Nia’s eyes lit up, “Really?”

“I’m not just talking nonsense; how could I as a prince?”

Nia, who had been put on the blacklist of tourist spots in the Southern Sea country, happily said, “So in the future, can we travel to the Southern Sea for free?”

Jason fell silent.

He thought they would discuss economic and military cooperation…

Perhaps they wanted to inspect the governance standards of the Southern Sea?

“Yay!”

Nia cheered instantly, “Woohoo! Now we have a vacation destination!”

Roy complimented, “To be fair, the Southern Sea’s scenery really is quite nice.”

A certain princess shot him a glance, “Of course, it would be enjoyable to stroll with a pretty senior, right?”

“Uh…”

Not just Charlotte, Nia, Leanna, Xue Nuo, and even the little saintess who was supporting him cast the same soulful looks that felt like they could congeal into solid form, making Roy squirm.

Roy wiped his sweat and chuckled awkwardly, “With Prince Jason’s introduction, we can go anytime in the future!”

“Right?” Roy turned to Jason.

Seriously?

Can I get a little respect here?

My Southern Sea country still wants to showcase its prowess, not become a vacation resort for you and your young ladies!

Jason got a little angry.

Just a little.

Because the Lionheart Princess, the Elven nightingale, the Holy Maiden of White Harbor, the once superior Student Council President, and even the teacher of his main subjects this semester were all gazing at him simultaneously, bringing a deep sense of inquiry (and pressure).

Successfully experiencing the same pressure as Roy, Jason had no choice but to nod repeatedly, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”

The scenery of my Southern Sea is indeed beautiful and picturesque; it’s not like I can’t let you guys see it…

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The two princes excused themselves to leave for their respective tasks.

Out of respect for his allies, Roy, despite being injured, personally saw them off.

Jason aside, Douglas seemed particularly touched.

The prince from Golden Sands promised him that, even if he had to drag that dwarf master here, he’d get Alice’s sword forged.

Notably, the Saintess took care of him along the way, resembling a maid serving her master, garnering curious looks from the crowd.

To shield the Saintess from the cold and escort her was a supreme honor for the saintly guards.

But to have the Saintess serve him in return was a privilege that even the most historical guards could never enjoy. And yet, the high-ups led by Teresa fully allowed it, pretending not to see.

However, looking at Roy’s heavily injured state, people could only marvel and envy, but not harbor jealousy.

He almost lost his life for the Saintess, even being thought dead for a moment.

Receiving a little preferential treatment may not be such a big deal after all.

Watching the convoys of the two nations leave, Roy sighed, “I honestly didn’t expect it would be so easy to gain their support.”

Teresa tipped the corner of her mouth, “Because you have that potential.”

“They’re all smart folks; it might have started as a coincidence or mere appreciation for you, but whatever the intent, they can see your potential.”

“The ability to unify various force factions and the courage to dare stand against the church—those are qualities unrelated to extraordinary bloodline. They’re your qualities.”

“Was it for these reasons that you helped me, Lady Teresa?”

Teresa paused for a moment.

Aside from being unhappy with the church, she was also curious about whether you and Alice would find a partner.