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

"May the Holy Light bless you."

But even if she just holds her chest and says the simplest prayer, her holy and elegant temperament and beautiful and outstanding appearance are enough to capture the faith of believers.

"Thank you for your protection, Saint Lady!"

"Long live the Holy Lady!"

"Welcome back, Lord Roy!"

"Holy light is above!"

People praise the holy light, praise the saint, and hold the goddess in reverence.

The secrecy that had been maintained since the cult's attack was dispelled, and the White Harbor was once again immersed in the joy of the Saint.

The only regret is that I didn't get to see Roy Ironblad who came back from the dead. It is said that he is still injured and resting in bed.

However, those who are attentive can notice that the truth of the matter is not as calm as it seems on the surface.

There were constant disputes between East Continent and White Harbor.

But Simon praised the Saint and White Harbor, but deliberately downplayed the role of the East Continent faction. This was entirely to boost the reputation of others and damage the image of the East Continent Church headquarters.

They also said it was an attack by cultists, but they didn't specify which sect they belonged to. The area around the port and the church was covered in ruins, but it was so clean that not a single body was left.

Even though the top leaders of both sides have issued a gag order, the clues cannot be concealed forever.

Beneath the prosperous and peaceful appearance, a storm is actually brewing between the East and West continents, and there has even been a confrontation.

Theoretically speaking, White Harbor's power is far inferior to that of the East Continent Church. The two high-level Sword Masters and Cherubim alone are enough to overwhelm the Holy Sisters, not to mention the political crushing.

You have to know that, apart from [Saint Sister] Theresa, White Harbor's overall strength is only in the middle or lower reaches of the seven major forces in the Western Continent. For a long time, it has been controlled by the Eastern Continent Church and has no temper at all.

But from Simon's various concessions, it can be seen that White Harbor has the upper hand.

While feeling fearful, the middle management of White Harbor were also grateful for this unexpected victory.

Whether it was the civilians who were unaware of the truth of the incident or the elites who were paying attention to the political situation, what really made them rejoice was the fact that the Saint was staying in White Harbor.

All the saints in the past have come from the East Continent. There were also rumors that Archbishop Simon was determined to take Alice away, causing a dispute with the White Harbor Church.

After hundreds of years, we at White Harbor finally gave birth to a Saint, but in the end, you, the Eastern Continent, snatched her away? Why?

Is this still human work?!

Especially after the cult attack, Simon issued a statement saying that the saint would leave this sad place and go to the East Continent to devote herself to preaching.

This incident once broke the hearts of the people of White Harbor to the point of almost suffocating them.

How can we live without the Saint?

This is really no joke.

Not to mention the economic benefits brought by the Saint, many Holy Light believers would lose their appetite and sleep if they did not attend the Saint's prayers every day.

Fortunately, after just one day of unrest, everything turned around.

Although we don't know the reason behind the incident or the secret confrontation between the two sides, the result shows that Baigang won in the end and the Saint no longer has to be controlled by the East Continent Church.

Congratulations, Coca-Cola!

But the person who is truly satisfied with all this is the one who pushed all this forward.

"Simon gave in?"

"It seems the church won't attack you again in the short term."

Roy smiled brightly at Alice.

Simon and the Sword Master were both seriously injured and had lost the power of the Pope. Even if they wanted to take action, they didn't have the ability to do so.

"Um......"

Alice responded slowly, her eyelashes slightly fluttering, as if she couldn't believe it, but also seemed intoxicated by this hard-earned moment.

There was no need for special treatment. Just being like this, snuggling up to Roy and leaning on his shoulder was incredibly wonderful.

Outside the window, there are stars everywhere and bright lights.

White Harbor is overflowing with waves of joy tonight.

But Alice just wanted to be by his side, quietly enjoying the quiet night.

However, Roy still has something on his mind.

"Alice, after that, does the goddess' power still affect you?"

The goddess's divine power was temporarily suppressed by Alice, but excessive use of the power of holy light, especially the [Seraphim], would cause that terrifying power to become restless again.

"It still happens occasionally, but I don't think I need to worry about it anymore..."

Alice considered it, raised her wrist, and ignited a ray of holy light.

The power contained in it even surprised Roy slightly.

This is already the limit of Sequence 5, and one can enter a higher level state almost at any time.

The value of the protagonist...

No, in the original work, Alice was only at Sequence 6 at the end.

The bloodline of [Angel] requires pure emotions to advance. If I have to say, it is the value of pure love!

Thinking of this, Roy couldn't help but feel proud of his girl.

"Alice seems to be slowly digesting this power. One day, she will be able to completely transform it into her own use."

Putting away the holy light, the blonde girl looked at him with hope, softly speaking a gentle, heavenly voice: "When that time comes, Alice will truly be an angel belonging only to the master."

The clear eyes are free of impurities and as pure as the color of the sky.

It was hard for Roy not to be moved by such a sincere and heartfelt statement.

It wasn't some conceited delusion; the child was truly focused on him.

"Silly boy, you already are."

Roy couldn't help but reach out his hand to the soft waist, wanting to feel the angel's warmth.

However, Alice dodged with a blank expression.

"Master, your injuries..."

Looking at the boy's body, Alice couldn't help but frown slightly.

Roy was no longer worried, but Alice's anxiety was growing day by day.

The external wounds seemed to have healed, but the erosion of the Seraph was more tenacious than imagined.

The young man's body was covered with large patches of blazing white burn marks, and he was being eroded bit by bit from the inside out by this force.

It contains divine power, and with Alice's Sequence 5 power, it is difficult to completely heal it.

The ruthless killing power of the Seraph is extremely cruel.

Ignoring the compatibility between bloodlines, it wipes out other bloodlines equally.

Fortunately, Roy had the protection of many demigods. Not to mention the terrifying sword that pierced Roy's chest and destroyed half of the canyon, the blazing white holy light remaining in Roy's body alone was enough to completely destroy an ordinary Sequence 6, or even a Sequence 5.

Noticing Alice's distressed look, Roy pulled his shirt tighter to cover his body and comforted her, "It's not as exaggerated as it looks."

"Compared to those..."

Let me ruarua!

If the believers of White Harbor have a disease that will kill them if they cannot see the Saint, unfortunately, Roy is the worst patient and is already in the terminal stage of the disease.

What the hell is this holy light? I’m going to die now if I can’t rub the little saint’s head!

Chapter 132 Little Angel

Roy reached out again stealthily.

Alice was obviously moved, and her eyes kept drifting to his hands.

But in the end, she still put on a stern face, held Roy's hand, and said seriously: "Master, don't move."

"Lady Theresa clearly told me that I was injured and needed to stay in bed and recuperate!"

Can’t you even pat my head?

Alas, he is usually obedient, but at times like this he becomes tough.

Just when Roy was feeling discouraged, Alice suddenly came up to him.

To be exact, she climbed onto his bed.

The girl straightened her graceful figure, untied her intricate robe, and lowered her eyes: "Master needs to rest, so... Alice will do the work."

!

These words sounded a bit bad, and coupled with the rare shyness on the cold face, Roy couldn't help but be shocked.

But Alice is still a good child after all.

What she called movement was simply treatment.

Alice came up to him like a golden retriever puppy, her fluffy golden hair brushed past him like a warm current, and her soft little hand slid into his palm like a flower stamen.

Then, Alice closed her eyes, and a faint white holy light emerged from the girl's body, outlining a hazy halo in the night, like a dream.

Pure white holy light symbolizes healing and blessing, and is also the most primitive and gentle form of holy light.

Aside from the descendants of the elves who master the secrets of life, this is probably the purest healing power in Viszea.

[Angel's embrace].

Every night, Alice continued to use this power to help him weaken the blazing white holy light in his body in order to heal.

Roy is not as relaxed as he seems.

The raging holy light gnawed at his bones and burned his heart, and even the depths of his soul felt a constant stinging pain.

Even the protection of the gods could not extinguish the blazing white holy fire from the goddess.

However, under the scent of irises, the pain was like being wiped away by warm water, dissipating little by little. Roy no longer needed to be stubborn, but naturally relaxed his brows and sank into the soft embrace.

"It's really troublesome for you to do this every night."

Alice shook her head and opened her eyes. Although her face was calm, she exuded a healing atmosphere: "It's not a problem at all."

Rather, I am happy to!

Alice's throat trembled secretly.

Being able to stick close to the master like this and feel his warmth is something I just want more than anything!

Alice buried her head in the boy's chest, immersed in his breath, secretly hiding her little thoughts that were ashamed of the world.

It was spring, and beneath her holy robe, the girl was only wearing a thin white smock.

The slightly immature but already well-formed figure is the most beautiful season for a girl, depicting the tenderness that is about to bloom.

Pure and elegant, yet exuding a hint of...charm.

Previously, [Angel's Embrace] was experienced after a bloody battle on the battlefield, so Roy naturally had no intention of savoring it.

But now, pressed so closely together like this, feeling the beauty and tenderness beneath the thin clothing, Roy couldn't calm down at all.

"Master, although it's a little itchy, please bear with it for a while."

Alice, who seemed to have misunderstood something, was like a clingy little animal. Before Roy could even move back, she came close to him again.

It was so close that even the sweet breath lingered.

Roy finally averted his gaze from Alice and complained with a wry smile, "If your followers knew that the Saint actually slept with the guards every night, they would probably be jealous and crazy."

Alice blinked, puzzled. "The Saint is supposed to protect his guards. Isn't that natural?"

"How could that be? Saint guards are different from the Kingdom's sworn knights. The guards' status is far inferior to that of the Saint. Moreover, the Saint devotes her body and soul to the Goddess, and she is required to maintain absolute purity."

The servant is the person closest to the saint, but he can only serve and cannot cross the line.

The mere fact that he could hold the Saint's hand while guarding her made many people go crazy with jealousy.

And now, let alone holding hands tightly, even the skin that was usually hidden under the complicated holy robes and that mortal believers could not even dream of was leaning against him as much as possible.