As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Under Roy's surprised gaze, the blonde girl held her chest and said briskly, "Even without the responsibilities of a maid, Alice herself wants to do her part for her master."

"It was Alice's own wish to participate in the Saint Trial for Roy."

The words, as warm as the morning light, revealed Alice's truest feelings.

Roy was overwhelmed with emotions, warm and relieved, and finally couldn't help but laugh bitterly: "You kid..."

You act so warmly that people can’t help but want to love you!

Roy reached out and stroked the girl's soft golden hair.

Alice, who had long been accustomed to this kind of caress, closed her eyes.

Her delicate body, as soft as a petal, fell obediently into Roy's arms, like some kind of intimate little animal, rubbing against his palm with an unsatisfied look, her golden twintails swaying briskly like a canine's tail.

Roy felt lucky to have met Alice.

But what he cared about was not the Holy Light, but Alice herself.

Having such a little one who cares about you wholeheartedly is a more wonderful thing to be thankful for than obtaining a Holy Light Extraordinary.

"Although I appreciate your kindness, I still say, don't force it. Even if I don't become a saint, Alice's position in my heart will not change."

"Yeah!" Alice nodded vigorously, her expression becoming even softer than before, as if she was so happy that she was about to melt in the boy's arms.

She certainly understood how much Roy cherished her.

However, Alice was not entirely doing this for the other person.

The little maid has a selfish desire that she cannot express to her master.

The Holy Maiden of Destiny, even Alice knew what a noble person she was.

Appearance and talent are things that cannot be changed. Only identity can be earned by oneself.

The Holy Maiden of Destiny is far superior to the Marquis's son.

As long as I become a saint, I can be with my master legitimately!

She would not lose to the princess, the elf, would not bring shame to her master, and she could finally be a girl on par with Roy Ironblood.

That night, the responsibility of a maid, the desire to help Roy, and that little romance all fermented in Alice's heart, making her heart beat fast and unable to sleep.

She wove all of this into a golden dream and carefully recorded it in her diary.

[After I become the Holy Maiden of Destiny and finally become equal to my Master, I will tell him everything.]

Just writing these words made the girl's cheeks blush, and her white bare feet under the table pressed tightly together like mimosa.

[Alice wants to be the girl who belongs only to you. ]

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News of the Saint's Trial gradually spread.

The Holy Light Church has limited influence in the Western Continent. Although there are churches spread all over the country, they do not have much influence.

The so-called Saint Trial is a grand event that shakes the East Continent, but in the West Continent it is just a piece of unclear news.

There have been saint trials in the past, but for the people of the countries in the Western Continent, they were just melons far away in the sky, and they were too lazy to even eat them.

What is a saint? Is he as powerful as a princess or a prince?

But this time it's different.

Firstly, the location of the Saint Trial was chosen to be White Harbor in the Western Continent, which was no longer so far away for the people of the Western Continent.

Secondly, the church spared no effort in promoting this trial, even inviting various forces to participate. Its level of grandeur far exceeded any previous one.

But the most important thing is that this time the Saint Trial is no longer limited to members within the church, but is open to the East and West continents.

Whether you are an adventurer or a noble, as long as you possess the power of holy light, you can come to participate in the auditions and strive for the qualification to become a saint.

Be it for power, fame or fortune, countless candidates flocked to the competition, creating a craze for the Saint Trial in the Western Continent.

This is not surprising.

The Church of Holy Light was far more powerful than any kingdom in human history, and Saints were as important to the Church as royalty was to the kingdom. Even for aristocrats, becoming a Saint was a blessing that brought honor to their family.

Even the people at the bottom of society, after discovering that the rich and powerful humbly yearned for the church's favor, finally realized how worthy the position of saint was.

The same discussion also arose in the Magic Academy, with everyone from teachers to students paying close attention to the Saint Trial.

"I also know the Holy Light. Do you think I have a chance to become a Saint and change my fate?!"

Discussions like this are common, but the international students who come to the church always sneer at them and think they are ridiculous.

"No offense, but our church's candidate for Sainthood is not only exceptionally gifted, but has been preparing for this moment since childhood. You half-baked transcendents from the Western Continent have no chance of winning!"

"Hey, don't be so confident. Looking across the entire Western Continent, there's always going to be a dark horse emerging to give the church a run for its money, right?!"

"What a joke! How precious is the Goddess's gift?! Pure blood and noble souls are rare. Even if there were such a candidate, there's no way they could defeat the genius our church has nurtured since childhood!"

The East and West continents were generally at peace, but when it came to the issue of the Saint Trial, tensions gradually grew between the two sides.

In the eyes of the church's believers, it is a rare blessing from the goddess for the people of the Western Continent to be able to participate in the Saint Trial, and wanting to seize the position of Saint is simply wishful thinking.

The church's boss is the boss! Are you from the stinky Western Continent begging for food in our Holy Light Church?!

In fact, this idea is not without reason. The lack of blood inheritance and systematic training will naturally widen the gap between the extraordinary people.

All the knowledge and resources of the Holy Light Bloodline are monopolized by the Church, making it difficult for Holy Light transcendents outside the Church to survive. They are indeed all inferior stuff.

But they didn't know Alice.

The heroine of "Angel Rondo", the destined saint in the original work, is she kidding you?

Listening to the arrogant believers of Holy Light promoting their candidates for Saint in the classroom, Roy was not annoyed at all, and was even a little amused.

Why bother arguing with these church-blind guys?

When Alice shines on the stage that belongs to her, she will naturally bring shock to these little protagonists.

Chapter 29 Don’t say it, don’t say it

Roy never doubted the ability of his little maid.

Compared to the original work, Alice's bloodline level is now one level higher, coupled with her long-term combat training and Alice's private experience.

There's no need to worry too much about Alice's role.

But this year's Saint Trial is not just about the individual Saint candidates.

Although the specific candidate rules have not been released yet, in the original work, saint candidates are standardly formed in pairs. In addition to the saint candidate himself, there is also a saint guard as an assistant.

Yuri love galgame, those who understand will understand.

In the original work, whichever girl's line you enter, that girl will serve as a saint guard to help you, and the corresponding enemies will also change accordingly.

The little maid is determined to try her best. As a master and a man, how could I possibly hold her back?

So Roy has been stepping up his preparations these days.

Run in the true and false bloodline and choose the extraordinary resources in the panel mall.

But these are not enough.

If possible, he wants a trump card that can be used to launch a dimensionality reduction attack.

After all, Rowling said it herself that the church cannot be trusted.

Just in case, no matter how many means of self-protection you have, it is never too many.

"I understand. You just want to take advantage of me."

In the dean's office, the [Sage] humorously revealed Roy's true intentions.

In response, Roy said seriously, "I prefer to call it preparing for a rainy day, anticipating the enemy, and prioritizing the overall situation."

"My personal safety is secondary, but if something were to happen to the [False King's] bloodline, and he were unable to contribute to the greater good of humanity, the dean would be very worried, wouldn't he?"

Booker's eyes turned strange.

Didn't you say last time that you only wanted to protect those around you and weren't interested in the greater good of humanity? Why are you now acting like a hero shouldering the fate of humanity?

"Your behavior of fleecing the sheep is a bit like that of Rowling."

"Thank you so much. This is all for the greater good of humanity, to investigate the secrets of the False King, and to find out the inside story of the Church!" Roy shamelessly put forward a high-sounding excuse.

Can this be called "plundering the sheep" between allies? This is about you paying, I working, and a win-win cooperation!

Booker was speechless.

I think this guy is almost as good as the priests in the church. He speaks better than he sings.

"Okay, okay, I'm not that stingy. Just tell me what you want."

"Em...what exactly does the dean have?"

Booker stroked his beard with an enigmatic look on his face, holding up a ball of golden flame in one hand, outlining the contours of various extraordinary props and potions.

"Just take your pick."

"Armor made of dragon scales, conch shells inscribed with mermaid magic, the cloak of elves' concealment, and potions that heal wounds and remove curses... After hundreds of years, I still have some skills."

Booker couldn't help but reveal a slightly proud expression, which was exactly like a rich man showing off his wealth.

However, looking at the treasures collected by the great magician [Sage], Roy's expression also became wonderful.

The old guy has some stuff, but not much.

You can't say he's useless, but he doesn't seem to be very useful.

Roy really regretted not bringing this up to the other party earlier. For example, if he had had a conch engraved with mermaid magic spells and emitting illusionary magic sounds during the Blue Trial, he would have been able to deal with the cultists with much greater efficiency.

But now it seems that I really have everything I need!

With his physical defense maxed out and his illusion skills not bad either, he can heal his injuries by himself and even use soul attacks.

Roy now, not to mention the Prince of Heaven's panel, is also a hexagonal warrior. With so many extraordinary props in front of him, he himself doesn't know how to choose!

Therefore, Roy could only reluctantly take some blood and magic potions.

"......Is that all you have?" The old man's expression froze.

Roy is the cheapest!

Doesn't this mean that his lifelong collection is not as valuable as these potions that can be found on the market?!

"Don't you have any weapons or protection you need?"

Roy scratched his head and gave the other person a polite smile: "My ability doesn't seem to require weapons or protection."

Recalling the abilities of [Iron Blood] and [False King], Booker was speechless.

Putting aside the weapons, even he couldn't provide protection that rivaled that of a demigod!

"Master Dean, there should be something else, right?"

Booker took a sip of his tea, his smile gradually becoming kind.

"Actually, with your strength, you don't have to worry too much about the trial."

"The church's geniuses throughout the ages are indeed slightly better than those of the Western Continent, but they can't gain much advantage from you."

Well, it seems you really have nothing!

This is all the collection of the Sage, one of the Six Heroes.

Roy was greatly disappointed, and looked at the Sage with less respect, silently chewing on the cookies.

"This journey is long and arduous, filled with difficulties. I'm just an ordinary marquis's son, and Alice is just a little maid, yet we're tasked with competing with the church's prodigies. The church might even have good intentions, and who knows how they might make things difficult for us! Are we simply going to face such a difficult mission empty-handed?!"

The old man was sweating from what he said.

If you didn’t know, you would have thought you were going to the guillotine!

"Roy, you're at least a transcendent who's awakened the False King. If a fight breaks out, no one but a high-ranking individual can defeat you," the old man explained, then offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, no matter how ruthless the church is, they won't send high-ranking figures down to bully a junior like you."

Roy froze, and now it was his turn to sweat.

No? Really?!

Think back to every time when I went against my fate, wasn’t there a high-level boss waiting to trick me?

The fire dragon that had long since died in history, the offspring of the evil god, and even two kings of the demon clan!