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

For a moment Simon was in doubt.

But as the saying goes, you can only know a person's face but not his heart. Recalling the scenes revealed by the "Eye of God", Simon finally chose to believe the latter.

She cried like that, no matter how you look at it, it must be abused!

Thinking of this, Simon finally hinted, "I just want to say, Miss Alice, if you join the Holy Light Church, you can completely break free from the constraints of any force in the Western Continent and separate from Roy forever..."

"I do not want!"

Alice suddenly stood up, and holy light appeared, like a sharp blade unsheathed, showing a cold light, but also like a puppy whose tail was stepped on, it couldn't help but show its fangs.

Everything else is fine, but being separated from Roy is a taboo that Alice cannot tolerate.

Alice stared at Simon intently and said coldly, "You've been rude to the Master ever since just now! I've tolerated you for so long!"

"Listen carefully, no matter what conditions you offer, even if it means you want me to become a saint, I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not separate from my master!"

"Farewell!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the little maid didn't care about the other person's identity, she stood up on the spot and rushed out.

Although Roy already knew that Alice would not be poached by the Church of Holy Light, he did not expect her to lose her temper so much. He could not help but find it both funny and heartwarming.

"You heard what she said." Roy shrugged and then stood up and left.

Simon stayed where he was, stunned for a long time, before he suddenly realized something.

"Owner?"

The words spoken when emotions are out of control are the true ones.

Many servants would pay lip service to their masters, but privately they would often use derogatory terms against them. Even those maids who had close relationships with their masters would at best consider them friends or siblings.

What did Roy do to her that made her regard others as her master?

Simon finally realized that he had made a mistake.

Alice was not afraid of Roy at all, but she really wanted to protect her master.

So, a dignified candidate for Holy Light, the legendary fifth [Candidate for Sainthood], destined to save the world, willingly became that young man's maid? Is this a loss of humanity or a decline in morality?!

Simon poured another cup of tea with a frown on his face.

Young people nowadays really play around...

He really can't calm down without drinking tea.

Chapter 48 Alice will try her best

Until late at night, Alice was still angry about Simon's rudeness.

In the dim room, the little maid was kneeling on the bed, holding the puppy doll tightly in her arms, with a sullen face, pouting lips, and staring eyes, just like a puffed-up golden squirrel.

Very fierce, very angry!

Roy had just come out of the shower, but saw Alice still in the same position as when he entered the bathroom. He couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Are you still angry?"

"Alice doesn't want to be separated from her master."

"That guy just said it casually, there's no need to take it to heart."

"Alice doesn't want to be separated from her master!"

Alice repeated it a little louder, then dropped her head in anger.

"Whether it's the church or the saint, it doesn't matter."

"Alice only wants a master, as long as she has a master, that's enough."

The little maid who is usually so well-behaved can also throw tantrums like a child.

But compared to her silent and cold appearance, this is her truest appearance.

Thinking of this, Roy climbed onto the bed and gently hugged the little maid from behind.

The little maid in his arms was stunned for a moment, but did not struggle. After the initial tension, she gradually softened like a petal wet by dew.

"Remember the Wind and Fire Dinner in the Kingdom of Sands?" Roy reminisced while resting his hand on the little maid's head.

"Of course I remember." Alice responded, her unpleasant mood being largely wiped out by shame.

After dancing all night, his feet and legs were so sore that he couldn't even walk, and he had to be carried back to the room by his owner.

In every sense, she could never forget it.

Roy recited a poem he had heard from Douglas: "It is said that before the sun sets, the stars fade, the west wind dies, and the moonlight fades, those who dance with the fire will have a love that burns forever like a bonfire, an eternal bond."

"But even if the flames die out, we will continue to dance. So for us, even if the ever-burning bonfire burns out, our bond will not disappear."

"No one can separate us. Not even the Church of Holy Light." Roy assured the girl lightly but firmly.

Although using love poems as a metaphor always feels a bit weird.

"......Um!"

The little maid's gloom finally dissipated.

But she did not escape from Roy's arms. Instead, she leaned back comfortably and lay on Roy's chest.

The little blonde maid held a puppy doll in her arms, and she herself stuck to the black-haired boy's arms like a large puppy doll, creating an inexplicable harmony.

The owner has a nice smell after taking a bath...

Alice closed her eyes peacefully, lost in the feeling, and felt that all the bad mood of the whole day had disappeared.

The little maid smelled nice after taking a bath.

Roy felt the same way.

Soft golden hair, delicate white skin, in addition to the girl's iris-like body fragrance, there is also a light milky scent brought by the shower gel.

However, compared to the healing feeling that soothes the soul, Alice has more of a subtle temptation to Roy.

The loose white yukata did not reveal too much skin, but the whiteness inadvertently revealed on the back of the neck, forearms, and delicate legs under the hem was enough to make people's heart beat faster.

Especially since the little maid had grown up and was no longer as skinny as before, which made Roy inevitably feel a little moved.

Absolutely not!

If this posture causes any reaction, the maid will definitely notice it, and then the master's image will be completely destroyed!

Relying on his obsession with his master's image and his bottom line of not wanting to be disliked by Alice, Roy struggled hard against the evil thoughts in his heart.

Fortunately, Alice spoke up in time, which diverted Roy's attention: "Master, is Alice not doing well today?"

"The Archbishop has a point. Alice hasn't accomplished as much as they have, so she'll definitely be at a disadvantage if we're competing for votes."

"Now I've rejected the Archbishop's help. If this continues, the Saint Trial will become increasingly unfavorable." Alice muttered in distress.

"It's okay, Alice is the best."

Roy rubbed Alice's head and softly promised: "I will let you win, absolutely."

It was clearly just a simple statement, but coming from Roy's mouth, it made Alice feel extremely relieved.

She never doubted the boy's promise.

But this time, she blocked her face with the puppy doll and bit her lips silently.

In the past two days, Roy has been running around, negotiating with various forces, and she has seen all the preparations he has made for the Saint selection.

Roy will definitely help her win the Saint preliminaries.

However, as a maid, I should share my master's worries. How can I just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my master's labor?

Cross your toes and keep them slightly tense.

No, even if I wasn't a maid, I couldn't rely on my master for everything.

I must also walk side by side with Roy like Charlotte and the others, only then will I be qualified to stand by his side.

"Master, Alice will also work hard."

"Hmm? Yes, I believe you."

Alice felt a little aggrieved and reiterated, "Alice will really try her best!"

"Got it, go to bed early~"

Roy extinguished the magic candle and pulled up the quilt with one hand to cover Alice.

Even before falling asleep, the little maid was still muttering in a low voice full of resentment: "Alice will really try hard..."

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same night.

Saint candidates from the East Continent gathered in the room to discuss matters concerning the Saint pre-selection.

Jay sat at the table and asked frivolously, "Are all your votes okay?"

"Do I need you to tell me?" Oloya shook her hair, looking very proud. "The men in the West Parish are all my dogs. They will do what they are supposed to do without me telling them to."

"Don't worry too much. I am maintaining my image. The believers of Holy Light will make the right choice." Visalia also answered in a muffled voice.

Whether they are like Jay and Oloya, who rely on ten years of consistent publicity, or like Visalia, who works diligently and makes achievements, they have been the pride of their respective parishes since childhood, and their glorious image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Coupled with the blessing of the faith in Holy Light, ordinary princesses and princes may not be as popular as them.

"I'm not questioning you. The problem is, there's also the White Harbor couple this time."

Jay held his hand, which still ached slightly, with a serious expression.

"I heard that he has been in close communication with various forces recently. What if the seven major forces in the Western Continent all campaign for him..."

"Why, are you worried that your popularity will be lost to a maid?" Aoloya laughed out loud on the spot. "As for Roy, he's not even a follower of the Holy Light!"

Visalia also analyzed, "Objectively speaking, the entire Western Continent's Holy Light believers don't even have the same number as a single diocese. Not to mention that the seven major factions might not fully support his campaign. It's not even certain they can even pass the minimum number of votes in the preliminary selection."

"I just said it casually!" Jay also laughed.

Jay felt a little uneasy when he recalled the cruelty that the young man had ignited in his palm while chatting and laughing.

But what does that mean?

Being ferocious and brave doesn't mean he will be popular among the people!

Chapter 49: I want all the information within three days

At this moment, the scabbard fell to the ground, followed by Levi's deep voice: "Losing is impossible."

"Winning is a given."

"But for a lowly maidservant like you, the son of a marquis who is not even a believer of the Holy Light, competing with us is a humiliation."

Levi supported the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised his head arrogantly, and looked around at everyone: "Everyone, show your true ability and completely defeat them. Let them know the true gap between us!"

For Levi, winning was a matter of course. What he wanted was not victory, but a complete crushing victory, to return the humiliation he suffered that day double!

He is the only one who can stand at the top!

The other three were stunned by the majestic fluctuations of holy light.

The Sword Saint's direct disciple, recognized by His Majesty, is like the king of the beasts to them.

Legend has it that Levi even had the opportunity to become a candidate for sainthood, but he gave up this path and focused on swordsmanship.

As it turned out, he was right.

The swordsmanship was so exquisite that not only Oloya and Jay, but even Visalia, who had experienced the baptism of battle many times, had to be impressed by it.

And Oloya and Jay were secretly glad that Levi was standing by their side this time.

Wherever the sword goes, everything is destroyed.

So far, anyone targeted by Levi has never had a good ending.

This is different from the hostility that permeates among the candidates for Sainthood.

In another room, Simon looked up at the starry sky, lost in deep thought.

[Cherubim], also known as the think tank of the church.

Among the archbishops, Simon is not good at martial arts, nor is he the best in divine arts. Overall, he is actually the weaker one among the archbishops.