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

"I failed to protect my sister back then, and I will never make the same mistake this time."

Chapter 38: Saint Candidate

Church warship.

This time, the East Continent Church came to White Harbor. In addition to the Saint Trial, they also wanted to demonstrate the church's divine power and promote the Goddess's teachings.

Therefore, the mighty fleet included both high-ranking church officials and the Knights Temple, a symbol of military power, and the lineup was unprecedentedly large.

However, before they could show their power, they received a letter from the White Harbor Church in the Western Continent, which slapped them in the face.

In the luxurious room, a girl with a beautiful figure, wearing a white holy robe, sneered immediately after reading the letter.

"The most gifted Saint candidate ever, a genius whose affinity for Holy Light surpasses that of the Eastern Continent's prodigies? Haha, have those poor souls from the Western Continent deluded themselves to this extent?"

The girl had noble golden hair and a nun's robe that was not simple, but was adorned with jewels as bright as stardust, making her look extremely luxurious.

She is the candidate for sainthood, [Eye of Light] Aoloya, who has won the hearts of thousands of men in the East Continent.

Then he crumpled the letter and stuffed it under his body.

The man acting as a human cushion opened his mouth and swallowed the letter.

Besides the cushions, there were several handsome young men combing her hair, massaging her shoulders, and licking her leather boots. All of them had their eyes bound with white cloth, so without her permission, no one could see her true face.

Aoloya casually stepped on one of the men's heads with her leather boots and raised the corner of her mouth maliciously: "However, I heard that the Saint Guard of the Western Continent is a good-looking young man. It might be nice to take him in as a dog to play with."

"Being chosen as a Saint's Guardian makes you one of the most outstanding young men in the Western Continent. Even so, you can only be treated like a dog? Aren't you going too far?"

Opposite Oloya, a brown-haired boy with a shirt draped over his shoulders, disheveled hair, and who had obviously just experienced some kind of group sex, poured himself a glass of red wine and also held up a letter.

If the [Eye of Light] is the dream lover of countless men in the East Continent, then [Gentleman of Flowers] Jay is the dream man of girls and another candidate for the Saint.

The two standing side by side form the most beautiful scenery in the East Continent.

But, that's all appearance.

Their private life has nothing to do with holiness.

"I'm a bit interested in the candidate for White Harbor's Saint." Jay cleared his throat and pretended to be surprised: "Oh, it is said that the child has a beauty that surpasses the Eye of Light..."

"How disgusting." Aoloya made no secret of her disdain for her companion. "Because you can't woo me, you're going after another blonde girl?"

"You play with girls' bodies and minds at will. People like you will be punished by the goddess."

This woman is as stupid as ever.

Jay also looked down on his companion in his heart, but he smiled frivolously: "At least I give the girls a taste of sweetness, unlike you who are so heartless."

"Are you kidding me? Lowly men are no different from dogs. It's dirty to let them touch me!"

Just as the two were arguing, a woman in heavy silver armor interrupted them with a deep voice: "Enough!"

"You two, regardless of what happens in private, please do not expose your unsightly... tastes to the public on this trip to the Western Continent."

After the muffled sarcasm, the female knight looked around at the two of them and couldn't help but shake her head.

One of the candidates for the Saint, [War Sister] Vesalia, is considered to be one of the few candidates for the Saint with good conduct, as shown in her propaganda, as a genius of the Church who maintains a decent conduct.

"Let's not even talk about the Saint candidates from the Western Continent. At least the Saint Guards are no ordinary people." Beneath her armor, Vesalia's eyes sharpened. "The Iron-Blooded Knights of the Ainblad family are renowned. The descendants of the Iron-Blooded Knights are surely as brave as the rumors say."

"Don't blame me for not warning you."

However, both of them scoffed at their companion's reminder and did not take it seriously at all.

"Why are you pretending? To put it bluntly, don't you also want to conquer outstanding men? You just use different methods."

"Miss Visalia, once you have tasted the pleasure between a man and a woman, you will understand what true pleasure is."

Hopeless fellows, why are these people favored by the Holy Light...

Having been misinterpreted to such an extent, Visalia was too lazy to talk nonsense and simply shut up.

The final candidate for Saint, [Son of Light] Sang, had been gazing out the window with a calm expression, with no intention of joining the discussion at all.

However, the white-robed swordsman beside him smiled coldly after reading the envelope and threw it into the fire.

Theoretically speaking, no matter how high the honor, a Saint Guard is still just a guard.

Above ten thousand people, but ultimately below the candidates for sainthood.

The three candidate guards present were waiting outside and were not allowed to enter the room and offend anyone unless summoned.

But the guards of the Son of Light are different, and have the same status as the other candidates.

The Sword Master's direct disciple, the Chief of the Knights Templar, Levi.

They are also the two strongest heroes of the younger generation of the Eastern Continent, alongside the Son of Light.

Therefore, Levi's speech revealed the arrogance that came from his bones.

"It's ridiculous. After all, the Ainblad family is only a silver-level bloodline. They are not worthy of being our opponent."

"Saint Candidate, Saint Guard? Do you think that just because you share the same title, you can be compared to us?"

"Don't be ridiculous, this is an insult!"

Levi raised his head and glanced back and forth at the two people in front of him.

"Oloya, Jay, just do it."

"Whether you take him in as a dog or play with him at will, let the so-called genius of the Western Continent recognize what a true darling of the Holy Light is and recognize the gap between us."

The two people who were allowed to do so couldn't help but reveal a sneer that was either evil or cruel.

Visalia secretly shook her head. As the second in command of the Knights Templar, it was difficult for her to disobey the order of the chief.

at the same time.

On the deck, the gentle young man in white robes, Archbishop Simon, the [Cherubim], had already known everyone's plan through secret techniques.

Beside him, the gray-haired swordsman who had also overheard the conversation couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Are you sure you want to let them do whatever they want? Your Majesty wants to take the Daughter of Destiny into his possession, not start a war with her."

"Your Excellency is overthinking. I know my limits."

Simon smiled lightly, but his eyes seemed indifferent and detached, flickering with fluctuating spots of light.

"The fireflies of the mortal world cannot extinguish the brilliance of those destined by heaven; they can only highlight their brilliance."

"If she is truly destined to be one, this level of hardship should be easy for her."

As the warships approached, the outline of White Harbor slowly came into view.

Archbishop Simon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a look of anticipation on his face.

"Let me see if this legendary man of destiny is worthy of being entrusted with our great wish."

Chapter 39 Old Father

The next night, the welcoming dinner was held as scheduled.

The Archbishop of the Church and the Saint Candidate have come to the Western Continent after a long absence. This is not only related to White Harbor, but also to the communication between the two continents.

Therefore, all parties sent representatives to attend to express their respect for the Church of Holy Light.

Princess Lionheart, the Elf Nightingale, the leader of both the Purple Mage and Black Mage schools, and the daughter of the Grand Duke of the Imperial Border.

The princes of Jinsha and Nanhai have also arrived.

Considering that this place is White Harbor, except for the Winter Empire, the representatives of the seven major forces in Viszea are all royal families and politicians. It can be said that the heavyweights are maxed out, which is enough to show the importance attached to it by various forces.

There are few banquets where you can see so many dignitaries and politicians.

But today, whether they are royals or geniuses, they are not the protagonists of this banquet.

The nun in white robes walked in and immediately became the focus of the audience.

The dignity of the [Holy Sister] is self-evident, but the real guests are the young men and women behind her.

A candidate for Saint of the White Harbor Church, and her Saint Guards.

The young man has black hair and black eyes, and he is wearing a white suit embellished with gold patterns, which is solemn yet gorgeous. His every move and gesture carries with him the elegance that a noble should have, as well as the masculinity and heroism that a knight should have.

The girl was wearing a pure white dress, the skirt of which was layered and swayed lightly like foam with her steps.

The sleeveless design revealed her soft shoulders and delicate arms wrapped in lace sleeves. Under the skirt, one leg was covered in smooth, delicate white silk, while the other leg was left uncovered, with only a black leg ring highlighting the girl's elegant complexion.

Her soft, shawl-like ponytails draped across her shoulders, her light blue eyes like a pool of spring water. Her cool and gentle temperament complements her chaste attire, creating a captivating character.

The two of them walked side by side, so beautiful that they looked like a sacred painting from the hands of a master. I don't know how many young boys and girls were moved by their love and yearning for them, but they were also deeply aware that they were not as good as them and sighed inwardly.

Before this, the people of White Harbor had only heard of Alice's stunning performance during the audition, and knew nothing about Roy.

Can the Saint candidate from White Harbor really compare to the genius of the Church from the East?

But now that they have seen their true appearance, their outstanding temperament alone has made many nervous believers feel relieved.

Appearance may not determine everything, but it is the appearance that is most likely to create an impression on people.

Roy and Alice's appearance can undoubtedly be answered with full marks.

"But why does our Saint candidate have to wear a black leg ring?"

"And why don't you wear the white silk symmetrically?"

"Don't worry about that! As long as it looks good, that's all!"

Except for nuns and waiters, any black attire is an unwritten taboo in church dress.

The bare legs were to comply with the master's words "I want it all", and the leg rings were a gift from the master that Alice wanted to wear herself.

Due to the strong request of the little maid herself, she finally changed into this outfit.

After her stunning appearance, Alice exchanged pleasantries with the girls led by Charlotte and received a lot of teasing.

"Tsk tsk, our saint is so beautiful. If she can't win over Roy, I'm starting to suspect that he has no taste!" Nia's eyes glowed as she scanned Alice from head to toe.

"The master did say he liked it very much." When talking about this, Alice's tone, which was usually calm, was as gentle as the evening breeze.

"Wait a minute, you are a big shot now. Let's not talk about private matters, but you can't call him master in public anymore, right?" Charlotte, holding a glass of champagne, frowned slightly and gave a suggestion.

Habits are terrible.

If you think about it carefully, it is really weird for a young girl to call others "master" all the time.

Now that Alice is a candidate for sainthood, if she calls him "master" right away, it will probably make headlines in an instant and be criticized!

"But the master is the master?" Alice was a little confused.

Lyanna, who was always looking for trouble, started to come up with some weird ideas: "It's a rare opportunity, just call me whatever you want. Brother, senior, or dad..."

"No nonsense!" Jon Snow interrupted quickly.

Considering how cute the little maid is, maybe she actually believes it!

On the other hand, Roy did not meet Charlotte and the others immediately because he wanted to meet with their real family members.

"Father, why are you here?"

"Haha, the kid has made great progress. Shouldn't I come and take a closer look? Besides, we haven't seen each other for a year..."

The old father stopped talking abruptly, obviously too embarrassed to show his longing.

"Life in the academy is tough, isn't it?" Carl looked at Roy, his eyes trembling. "At your age, you've already advanced Iron Blood to Sequence 6. You must have endured a lot of hardships."

Even when the Lionheart Kingdom faced a war against dragons, Carl's bloodline didn't improve this quickly. Putting aside his talent, this meant Roy had experienced a far more brutal battle than he had back then.

However, Roy felt extremely guilty.

With beautiful women by his side all day long and plenty of money, his life in college was so good that he had forgotten about his empty-nest father at home. He even sent him a New Year's card later!

"The Saint Trial is an honor. It is of great significance not only to the White Harbor Church, but also to you, the prestige of the Lionheart Kingdom, and the cohesion of the entire Western Continent."

Roy nodded slowly and said solemnly: "I will not let my father down."

However, after hearing this, Karl smiled and waved his hand: “That’s not what I meant.”

Carl put his arm around Roy's shoulders. At that moment, he didn't look like a knight who had participated in slaying dragons. He was just a clumsy but caring father.

"Although it's of great significance, you don't need to take it too seriously. Just give it your all and have no regrets. Even if it involves the secrets of the [False King], there's no need to force yourself. Don't let others' premeditated expectations sway you."

"The Ironblood family will always be your retreat, understand?"