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

The girl's palms were gentle yet powerful.

This thought was enough to move Roy.

This is not a sacrifice made alone, but an adventure that is taken with him.

The reason why the [Angel] bloodline can be promoted is because of its strong and sincere feelings for others.

Alice has worked hard until now and even surpassed the protagonist in the original work. This is not only due to her own training, but also because of Alice's passionate heart.

"...I'm sorry, I was too self-righteous."

Roy covered his burning cheeks slightly and compromised calmly, "Then I'll leave the inauguration ceremony to you."

Alice nodded vigorously, her eyes shining: "Yeah!"

Taking risks and challenging yourself is not about compromising with fate, but about grasping the best outcome for that glimmer of hope.

This is a principle that I have practiced countless times, so why does it fail when it comes to Alice?

Roy laughed inwardly, realizing that he had unknowingly made the same mistake as Alice, wanting to take all the blame on himself.

Just like Rowling back then, she abandoned everything around her and faced a miserable end alone.

That is the cruelest thing to do to the people you cherish.

Thinking of this, Roy couldn't help but hug the girl beside him tightly in his arms.

"Lord, master?"

"Please lend me your power, Lady Saint."

Although she was a little confused, Alice was very happy to be relied on and trusted by the other party like this.

Even so, Roy couldn't stop nagging like an old father: "But if you encounter danger, don't force yourself. You must protect yourself well."

Alice rested her head on his shoulder, completely relaxed, surrendering herself to his embrace. She said softly but without any doubt, "Even if I were in danger, Master would definitely come to save me, right?"

Roy smiled: "That's only natural."

As they expressed their feelings to each other, it was not only their bodies that were getting closer, but also their desire for each other.

In the slightly warm atmosphere, the two of them were unknowingly close to each other and could smell each other's breath.

Unable to restrain his affection, Roy reached out and held the flawless white cheek...

"Chiliu."

The strange sound broke the increasingly sweet atmosphere. Roy and Alice were startled, and then they remembered that someone was watching them, so they quickly let go of each other.

I want to die.

Whether it was Alice, who always had a blank expression, or Roy, who was pretending nothing had happened, their cheeks were burning hot at this moment.

Even if I can't hold back my excitement because of my recent confession, I can't act so coquettishly in front of a high-level transcendent, a dignified [Saint Sister], right?!

What a shame!

But why was the sound just now not a cough, but more like... the sound of sucking saliva?

Of course, that’s because someone bumped into it!

And the two people who were immersed in their own world didn't seem to realize that they had been exposed...

Master? Young people still know how to have fun!

Theresa swallowed contentedly and regained her dignified demeanor. "I'm glad to see you two have such a good relationship."

"Well, the inauguration ceremony is worth your gamble. I will also do my best to assist you and prevent Simon from causing trouble."

"However, there is something I need to remind you."

The [Saint Sister]’s expression grew serious.

"The first Saint, my sister, changed drastically after the inauguration ceremony. She's like a completely different person."

"The impact of Holy Light Baptism on the soul is probably beyond any of our imagination."

Chapter 97: Alice is not annoying

A hotel somewhere.

A group of cultists from the School of Undead looked down at the brightly lit Holy White Harbor in a trance, unable to believe that they had sneaked into the church's territory so easily.

After confirming that the church had not imposed any restrictions on them, they were already ready to spread the gospel of death and bring silence to the city.

Even the head patriarch Julius couldn't help but show a hint of excitement.

Although I don’t know what the church is planning, do I really think that after releasing them, they will get what they want?

Humph, the blood of the false king must lead to death, but how can I be limited to this?

"The Holy Maiden of Heaven's Fate, the Saint Candidates, and the political leaders from all sides... Hehehe, this time, none of you can escape!"

However, at this moment, a frivolous whistle sounded in the room without warning.

"Wow, little Yuri still has such a big appetite~"

"Who?!"

Julius made a sudden move, but failed to catch the opponent's figure in the first time.

The next moment, the figure was already sitting lazily on the edge of the windowsill.

Several cult priests were all terrified, as if they were facing a great enemy.

There was a high-level person and several Sequence 5s present, gathering the remaining core members of the [School of the Undead], but no one could detect the other's presence!

However, after seeing the identity of the visitor, Julius let down his guard and felt a hint of...disgust.

"You're still alive. Even the God of Death wouldn't want to accept such a noisy soul."

"Hey! How can you treat an old friend like this!" The clown stopped vomiting with anger, but lowered his head and wiped away his tears as if changing his expression. "Mingming, Mingming, I specially brought you a gift, but you are so heartless... sob... "

The cultists were all frowning. Their bodies, which were supposed to be under the control of the necromancy spell, suddenly felt their blood pressure surge, which had not been seen for a long time. They all had the same idea.

No matter how you look at it, this guy seems to be mentally ill.

"My patience is limited." A deep chill flashed across Julius's eyes.

The clown stopped immediately

After an unpleasant fake cry, he smiled and said, "There are at least three high-level necromancers in White Harbor right now. Even a necromancer who specializes in one-on-many combat is in a bad situation, right?"

"Alas, it's a rare opportunity to perform a play, and it would be so boring if the scene was too small! Besides, you don't want to follow the script of the Holy Light Idiot, do you?"

"So, if you're going to do something, do something ruthless."

The clown's expression was extremely ferocious at this moment.

After a crisp snap of fingers, a terrifying object appeared in the air, leaving all the cultists, including Julius, stunned.

A black skull surrounded by pale fire.

The Holy Light Church's highest-level seal, the sacred relic of the [School of the Undead], was also the reason they were exterminated by the Holy Light Church.

[The remains of the god of death].

"Impossible! I've clearly already..."

"It's clearly hidden already?" The clown waved his hand casually, beaming. "Come on, who do you think told you about this thing in the first place?"

"If I can find it the first time, I can find it the second time."

Unlike the other eager priests, Julius was not intoxicated by the clown's attentions.

The old man stared at the remains in silence for a while before frowning and asking, "Why are you helping me?"

"Even if I don't follow the Holy Light Church's script, why should I follow yours?"

The words fell.

The clown, with his back to the broken moonlight, held the skull in his hands. He slowly and exaggeratedly squeezed his facial features to the best of his ability, revealing a smile that was more ominous than the lifeless skull.

"I don't have a script. At least not this time."

"This time, I just want to enjoy your performance."

To be honest, Julius had never been able to see through this man's true intentions.

But the [Remains of the God of Death] are indeed an indispensable aid in his fight against the church.

"Well, thank you for your kindness then."

Julius took the [Remains of the God of Death].

This made the clown's already creepy smile rise even higher.

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After taking a shower, Roy lay back on the bed, feeling somewhat uneasy as he thought about his next goal.

Alice must be allowed to receive the baptism of holy light at the ceremony again to further develop her [Angel] bloodline, but she must not fall into the control of the Holy Light Church of the East Continent.

Even Alice in the original work couldn't have the best of both worlds. At least she should have surrendered in name only.

This idea of ​​"having it all" seems a bit like a pipe dream.

But now that I think about it, is the ending in the original work really happy?

"Angel's Rondo" ends abruptly at the most beautiful moment of the story, but if no one interferes with the church's layout, Alice, the Saint of Destiny, will eventually fall into the control of the church.

No one knows what the church intends to do with Alice's power.

Recalling the blood memory, Rowling mentioned the truth about the first generation of saints being murdered by the church, and the hatred of [Saint Sister] Theresa towards the church, and then looking back at the plot of "Angel Rondo", Roy felt terrified when he thought about it carefully.

Strength, power, and glory, beneath these tempting olive branches deliberately thrown to Alice, are the church's unspeakable secrets.

But this time, they must not succeed no matter what.

Not only for the fate-defying node, not only for the secrets related to the "False King" buried in the Saint...

The most important thing is for Alice, so that she can get a truly happy ending.

Roy secretly swore in his heart, put aside these heavy thoughts, and turned his gaze to the girl who was snuggling with him in bed.

The candlelight was dim, outlining the girl's soft outline.

Her wet golden hair fell softly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her crystal light blue eyes sparkled, and her light pink lips were slightly raised and lowered, revealing a beautiful fragrance more pleasant than the morning dew on irises.

Alice has always been very quiet. She won't speak unless necessary and is as well-behaved as a doll.

But no other doll is so vivid and smart.

She seemed to be quietly leaning beside me, her eyes looking at me softly, revealing an attachment that could not be hidden.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Roy forgot what he wanted to say and wanted to admire her forever.

Her cool temperament and delicate features were comparable to the angels depicted in holy paintings. Roy felt that he would never get tired of looking at her even if he looked at her for a whole day.

However, the next moment, a lovely scene that even holy paintings could not describe quietly emerged.

Under Roy's unblinking gaze, the blonde girl lowered her eyes slightly, held her chest, a faint blush rose on her porcelain-white face, and the alopecia on her head softened.

She was a cold and holy angel, who would only appear warmly for him, half-heartedly welcoming him.

"Master, look at me like this... Alice is a little... shy..."

"Feel sorry."

Roy looked away for a second, but his heart was beating non-stop.

Damn, isn't this a little too cute?!

Alice is still the same Alice, but when Roy thought that she was not simple-minded and was sincere to him, he could hardly bear it.

Seeing that Roy really looked away, Alice became dissatisfied again.

"Um, you don't hate Alice, huh?"

"Ugh?"

"Iris doesn't dislike being looked at like that by her master. Rather... I like it..."

By the end of her speech, her ethereal voice had become as thin as a mosquito's hum, but her misty eyes were enough to express her feelings.