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

Chapter 163 Why Can’t It Be Me?

The moonlight shines and the snow falls.

Bathed in the silver light, the two people seemed to be the only ones whose time was frozen by the winter snow. They let the snow pile up on their shoulders, unwilling to separate.

After a long kiss, the girl breathed softly, her ice-blue eyes had indeed melted into spring water, and she couldn't help but continue to go deeper into the boy's arms, like a little wolf that was completely tamed.

No one would refuse a kiss from their lover.

However, just when Roy was about to savor the fragrance of the blue rose again, a sharp noise of broken glass suddenly came from the corridor, which scared Jon Snow so much that he almost jumped up.

"Hmm, sorry..."

After a soft apology, when he looked towards the corridor again, Jon Snow's eyes were cold enough to kill.

"He's so clumsy. I don't know which useless guy he is. He needs to be disciplined."

Once he suffers a loss, Jon Snow becomes so domineering.

Not wanting the other party to turn into a tyrant, Roy quickly advised, "That's not necessary. We should be going back anyway."

Roy put his arms around her slender waist from behind, and whispered to her soft hair, "Don't worry, there's still a long night ahead. No one will disturb us."

"Tonight, I belong only to you."

"......Um."

After the ice and snow melt, only the tenderness of water remains.

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The moon is as cold as water.

The broken moon hangs high in the sky, casting its silver light across the horizon, a most equal blessing to every living being.

The same moonlight that once bathed Alice and Roy, and now bathes Roy and Jon Snow, is actually the same moonlight.

The moment she witnessed the two kissing, an unprecedented restlessness tore at her heart, and Alice inexplicably wanted to escape.

When I came to my senses, the glass had already fallen from my hand and I took a step forward unconsciously.

But no matter how she tried to escape, she could not escape the cage of moonlight.

Before she knew it, she had returned to the balcony.

The balcony where they embraced and kissed.

The same balcony, the same moonlight, the same falling snow, but it is so empty that it is suffocating.

Alice walked blankly to the balcony, not activating the Holy Light to ward off the cold, letting the snow cover her shoulders. Only this chill could slightly soothe the restlessness in her heart.

But after the restlessness subsides, there is endless emptiness.

"Everyone likes the master so much."

"Even though I like it so much, I am willing to share this happiness for my master."

Alice observed the attitude of each of them along the way.

At first, Charlotte was so reserved and proud that she tried her best to hide her feelings even if she had any.

Nia even had strange misunderstandings and had an inexplicable hostility towards her master.

Lyanna even tried to snatch her master away by dirty means at one point, and once even secretly abducted her master to the South Sea Kingdom without any explanation.

The same goes for Jon Snow. He was criticizing his master's emotional problems at the beginning, but now he has joined in.

They have all changed a lot.

All this is because of the master.

Their masters gave them happiness, so they are willing to return the same happiness.

"Everyone is a good kid."

The master must be very lucky to have met so many outstanding, kind girls who are willing to give to him to this extent.

No, is there any need to say this?

Haven't you already witnessed it?

A kiss under the sunset of the Red Fort, a kiss under the bright starry sky, a kiss under the autumn maple leaves, a kiss under the shining snow and moon.

There is no need to question Roy Ironblad's happiness.

As a maid, it is natural to be happy for the happiness of your master.

It should be a matter of course.

It should be as natural as it can be.

But why...

She tried her best to lift the corners of her lips and her eyelashes trembled slightly, but in the end, let alone smile, she couldn't even keep a straight face, which she was best at.

His vision was blurred by the mist, his shoulders couldn't stop shaking, and uncontrollable sobs escaped his lips.

The petite maid knelt in the snow, helplessly covering her disheveled face.

The master is obviously happy, but why does my heart hurt so much?

I don't want more girls around my master.

I don’t want my master to hug, kiss and be intimate with other girls anymore.

I don't want to continue like this, letting my master's sight drift further and further away from me.

Ah, I see.

It turns out that I was not indifferent from the very beginning.

From the very beginning, I didn't want to see the master with other girls.

Not for a moment.

Because she doesn't want to be hated by her master and doesn't want to be abandoned by her master, she endures and endures desperately, wanting to play the role of a well-behaved and sensible child, a little maid who always obeys her master's every command.

But in the end, if you don't want something, you just don't want it.

Alice, you're so selfish. Realizing her true feelings, Alice felt a suffocating bitterness well up in her heart.

Charlotte, Nia, Lyanna, Jon Snow.

They can put aside their possessiveness and make concessions for the sake of their master's happiness. They are all good children.

Only Alice was different.

As a maid, I couldn't truly feel happy for my master's happiness. I even thought...

If only it weren't them.

I wish it were me.

If only I could become a princess who stood by Roy's side, if only I could become an elf who brought him sweetness, if only I could become a witch who was redeemed by him, if only I could become a teacher who warmed his heart...

It is obvious that they are of equal strength and status to their masters, and they have an unbreakable bond that can bring happiness to their masters.

But I have thought more than once, it would be great if I could be the one who kisses my master.

It cannot be explained in any words.

This is jealousy.

Jealousy towards those who have been chosen by Roy.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Only Alice is a bad kid..."

In the cold and lonely night, the blonde girl could no longer bear it and hugged herself tightly, sobbing.

"Master, why can't it be me?"

The moonlight is still shining and the snow wind is still howling.

The girl's long-suppressed thoughts finally dissipated into thin air without receiving any response.

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The holy city, the city of light, Luxerio.

The holy city is brightly lit tonight.

The goddess has revealed an oracle, and the once-in-a-century saint selection ceremony is about to begin. At that time, the new saint son or saint daughter will carry the grace of the holy light and bring new salvation and blessings to the world.

To this day, there are no more devastating disasters on the mainland.

The saint selection ceremony has also become a purely religious event.

However, all this is just appearance.

Church temple.

On the holy throne, a man with an elegant appearance but an overly plump and well-proportioned figure slowly opened one eye.

Heterochromic eyes that are as holy and brilliant as the morning light.

[Eye of Divine Observation], as rumored, can see through the earthly destiny beneath the stars.

"The fifth one."

Just a few words caused a huge uproar among the church leaders.

"The fifth one? The predicted day is finally here?!"

"Blessed! Our true Savior!"

"Holy Light, Goddess! We finally have hope!"

Looking at the people crying with joy, the Pope on the Holy Throne smiled faintly.

"Everyone, cheer! We have finally welcomed the fifth candidate for Sainthood, the prophesied destined one!"

"The Chosen One of the Goddess of Holy Light, our true... savior!"

Chapter 164: Men are silent and women are in tears

The church leaders who were crawling and half-kneeling were suddenly in an uproar.

All the church leaders knew what the fifth saint meant.

"When the stars return to their positions and the disaster awakens, the Saint of Heaven will awaken and bring eternal salvation to the world."

What the Pope said was the prophecy that had been passed down since the Third Age, and it was also the only direction they could move forward in the darkness of reality.

"Your Holiness! Please reveal the true appearance of the Holy Saint for us lost lambs!"

I don't know who shouted.

"That's natural."

The Pope smiled as a matter of course, his eyes emitting an incomparably pure power of holy light.

The huge rays of light gathered into a pillar of light that reached the sky, illuminating the entire holy city like daylight.

Vast and extraordinary fluctuations spread across the entire continent.

Even the people at the port on the other side of the West Continent could vaguely see the faint light emerging in the distance.

In the air above the temple, light and shadow flowed, gradually outlining a vague outline.

Everyone was talking and speculating.

"I didn't expect that the legendary destined person is actually in the Western Continent. This is a bit difficult, right? What if he doesn't come back with us?"

"Indeed, with the talent of a saint, even if he wasn't in the church, he would be a noble lord or an elite adventurer."

Everyone's concerns are not without reason.

There have been cases in history where candidates for sainthood have emerged outside the control of the church.

The more powerful a person is, the more arrogant he is and may not be willing to take the right path.

The power of the church is certainly tempting, but there are always people who disdain power.

For example, the current Sword Master rejected the olive branch of the church and spent more than ten years before reaching an agreement with the Pope in private and submitting to the church.