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

"......I see."

Roy felt a warmth in his chest, but he smiled bitterly in his heart.

Dad, what you said only makes me want to pass the Saint Trial even more and show it to you.

After meeting Carl, Douglas and Jason came to congratulate Roy and said some polite words.

After the trip to the Kingdom of Sands, Roy and Douglas have completely reconciled.

As for Jason, I can only say that I neither like nor dislike him.

Strangely, the prince of the South China Sea looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, leaving Roy bewildered.

After meeting Roy, Douglas punched Jason on the shoulder, looking a little proud: "What did I say?"

"Alice is far more than just a maid, and Roy's next target is the Church of Holy Light. Let's witness how he will unleash his skills!"

Jason moved his mouth with difficulty, but could not utter any rebuttal.

The facts were before his eyes. Looking at the representatives of various forces surrounding him, even the church showed respect to Roy. Jason had to admit that an alliance that brought together various forces from the Western Continent had already taken shape!

This is the general trend. As a country in the South China Sea, if it does not join in, it will be isolated by all parties and suffer huge losses.

But there is only one thing he still can't figure out.

Jason was frantic and asked, "Why would a candidate for Sainthood willingly pretend to be a maid beside Roy?!"

Douglas was stunned for a moment, then said solemnly, "Perhaps there is a deeper meaning behind this matter."

Chapter 40 Please Respect Yourself

Although Roy and Alice stole the spotlight, they were not the real protagonists of the party after all.

As the time approached, a group of clergymen in luxurious robes entered the venue as the night bells rang, instantly causing a sensation.

"That, that's Archbishop Simon!"

"And there's the legendary Sword Saint!"

"I never thought I would have the honor of witnessing the darling of Holy Light and the hero who saves the world!"

【Cherubim】Simon Uriel, 【Sword Saint】Leo.

The former, the youngest archbishop in the church's history, was renowned and had become the Church of Holy Light's hottest rising star in recent years. The latter was a veteran high-ranking figure who had fought against the demons in the past, and an unsurpassed heroic role model in the eyes of countless transcendents.

Half of the people present were believers of the Holy Light. In their minds, noble clergy were more noble than royalty.

Even the people of the Western Continent, even if they are not believers in the Holy Light, find it difficult not to respect the two great figures.

Roy hid behind the crowd, looking at the two people under the light, but frowned slightly.

The arrival of the Cherubim is consistent with the original work, but the presence of the Sword Saint is beyond Roy's expectations.

Changes are never a good sign.

Unlike [Saint Sister] Theresa and [Sage] Booker, both high-level transcendents from the Heroic Age, the gray-haired Sword Master looked much more aged than what Roy saw in his projection.

Only his eyes were still as sharp as swords, hiding their edge.

Just meeting his gaze made Roy's blood boil, and he felt as if a sword was pressing against his chest.

High-level transcendents naturally attained divinity, ascending to realms unattainable by others. However, the pressure brought on by the Sword Saint was even greater than that of the Cherubim.

Should we say that he is worthy of being the strongest swordsman forged from the battlefield of the demon clan?

However, what exactly is the variable that would attract the [Sword Saint] here?

Roy always had a bad feeling.

In fact, the politicians from other factions all looked unhappy when they saw the arrival of the Sword Master.

Unlike the Archbishop, the Sword Saint has extraordinary martial arts skills, but does not have much political significance. He is not necessary for the Saint Trial at all, which is an unfriendly signal.

Theresa stepped forward to receive the two important figures, followed closely by representatives from various factions.

However, Roy already knew what kind of people the next candidates for Saint would be, and he was too lazy to get involved with them, so he quietly retreated to the sidelines.

But just as the boy stepped out of the crowd, he bumped head-on into a noble and imposing girl.

With her golden curls and dazzling robes, she looked like a noble and exquisite girl, a work of art. Wherever her skirt passed, stars seemed to fall, and her every move exuded a graceful and elegant temperament.

Even in those light-colored eyes, there was a faint outline of a circle of holy light, as if when she looked at it, one could glimpse the beauty bestowed by the goddess.

【Eye of Light】Oloya.

Beside the girl were several handsome attendants dressed in black.

Throughout the banquet, countless men's eyes lingered on her, and some even envied the waiters who could follow her around.

However, looking at those holy and strange eyes, Roy felt nothing in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

Artificial starlight and artificial eyes of light are nothing but tricks of illusion. Compared with Alice, who relies solely on the power of her bloodline to materialize the holy light, they are far inferior.

But after seeing Roy's true face, Oloya's chest trembled violently.

His hair and eyes were as black as night, and his face was heroic yet elegant, just like the protagonist in every chivalric novel.

I see. Judging from the appearance alone, the rumors are indeed not exaggerated.

It must be wonderful to take the dream boys of the young girls in the Western Continent and make them your dogs, right?

Aoloya smiled generously and took the initiative to walk towards Roy.

"I've long heard that the Saint Guards of White Harbor are exceptionally handsome, but I never imagined that rumors wouldn't be enough to fully describe Mr.'s appearance."

"I am Oloya, and it is an honor to meet you, sir."

Oloya performed a perfect skirt-lifting ceremony.

The white stockings and smooth skin under the skirt are faintly visible, and they shine vividly under the skirt hung with jewels.

Neither humble nor arrogant, without any flaws.

But at the same time, accompanied by a subtle and extraordinary fluctuation, the [Confusion of Light] has already unfolded here.

With the tone and breath, the extraordinary power invisible to the naked eye will penetrate into the target's soul and affect the other party's subconscious mind.

Engrave your image into the other person's mind, and just chatting and laughing will be enough to make the other person fall in love with you. After one glance, they will never forget you.

No man can take this move without changing his expression.

This seems to be the case. After being hit by the illusion, Roy's eyes flickered noticeably.

Are you going to be taken down now? Show some resilience.

However, it was different from what Oloya thought.

Illusions can counteract illusions, and the vampire's [Charm] was completely enough to negate Aoloya's abilities. Furthermore, the Phoenix also protected Roy's soul, and any abilities acting on it only served to feed the Phoenix.

"Oh my god, it's so sweet that I'm going to vomit! The holy light illusion fluctuations are really disgusting!" - commented the great gourmet Phoenix.

The reason why Roy was sweating coldly was not because of the woman in front of him, but because of the woman behind him.

From the moment on, at least five cold gazes kept piercing me like needles!

No, I understand you're jealous, Charlotte, but why are there five? Who's the fifth person?!

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Oloya, but I have something else to do..."

"Don't be impatient. It's a rare opportunity to meet you. I want to know more about Mr. Roy."

As a genius from the East Continent, Oloya certainly noticed several gazes coming her way, but she was not angry but happy instead.

Well come!

The more popular Roy is, the more fulfilling it will be to take him down!

"Mr. Roy, can't you chat with me for a while longer?" Oloya pretended to be aggrieved, and frivolously and naturally closed the distance between them and came to Roy's side.

"The men in the East Continent are so boring. I'd rather communicate with outstanding peers like Mr. Roy."

"Ah, I just wanted to chat with Mr. Roy, nothing else. I hope those girls won't be angry when they see me..."

Oloya continued to cast illusions, then raised her head and aimed her glowing eyes into Roy's.

At this moment, the illusion was pushed to the limit, and the invisible halo penetrated deep into Roy's soul.

Take it!

After all, Iron Blood doesn't have much resistance to illusions, and Roy Ironblood is probably only that strong.

Aoloya finally couldn't help but smile.

"After the party is over, can you stay with me tonight?"

The strongest type of illusion is always pupil technique.

The man who is gazed upon by the eyes of [Light of Confusion] will be completely captured by her and become a dog that will not complain even if ordered to lick her boots.

Oloya boldly extended his hand to Roy.

However, she never expected that the black-haired boy's expression turned cold, and not only did he not respond to her invitation, but he suddenly shook her hand away.

The young man took a half step back, his tone extremely cold: "Miss Aoloya, please respect yourself!"

Chapter 41 I Just Want to Be Friends with You

"Ms. Aoloya, please respect yourself!"

Even though she was scolded by the opposite sex for the first time in her life, Oloya still had an unchanged smile on her face.

Because she didn't react at all.

Instead, the expressions of the waiters around her changed.

"Who do you think you're talking to?!"

"The Eye of Light is the third seat of the Knights Templar, a candidate blessed by the Holy Light. It is an honor for your guard to be able to speak with you!"

Roy did not argue with the guard - reasoning with a barking licker would only be a waste of saliva.

The right thing to do is to teach their masters a lesson.

"I'll be frank, Miss Aoloya, we're not very familiar with each other, and I don't want to get too familiar with you."

"In my opinion, you have nothing special that deserves my attention, yet you possess a kind of blind arrogance."

"So, please allow me to excuse myself first."

To put it bluntly, it means to be sincere and humble!

Relying on a little magic, she thought she could manipulate all the opposite sex at her will. She was no different from those rich green tea girls that Roy knew.

For people like this, you should naturally stay as far away from them as possible.

After saying that, Roy ignored the other person's expression and walked straight past her.

Aoloya still maintained her fake smile.

However, the pupils that emitted a halo flickered, and veins were faintly protruding at the corners of the forehead.

No one had ever dared to reject her like this, especially at a banquet, under the gazes of countless people.

There are people who laugh and sigh, the high and mighty [Eye of Light], but there are also those who fail to strike up a conversation and are left aside in an ugly state.

This made Oloya feel extremely humiliated.

The illusion was completely useless.

But even so, she couldn't understand why the other party, the son of a marquis, didn't take her beauty and status seriously at all!

"Hahaha, very good, you are the first man who dares to insult me ​​like this."

Oloya covered her face, staring at the boy's receding figure, revealing a sly smile that was far from a Saint candidate. "I've changed my mind, rude dog. I'll start from the beginning and play with you until you break..."

However, just as he was speaking, the air suddenly became freezing cold.

At some point, the silver-haired girl stood in front of her.

A candidate for sainthood is comparable to royalty.

The daughter of an imperial duke was not worth her worrying about.

However, being stared at by the cold eyes of Bingpo, Aoloya couldn't help but feel cold like a mouse being targeted by a wolf.