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

"Yes, to Alice, Lord,...!"

Roy, who was standing by, was so frightened that his heart almost stopped. He quickly pinched the little maid from behind to prevent her from uttering those two words.

Roy took over the conversation and explained, "Please rest assured, those rumors are not to be believed. The relationship between Alice and me is as pure as holy light!"

The audience kept asking, "Excuse me, Lord Roy, which rumors are you referring to?!"

Hey you're not done yet are you?!

Even if Roy showed up, he had to use all his tricks to barely deal with the people who were obsessed with finding out about the scandal.

After a busy day, even Roy, who was accustomed to socializing with aristocrats, was exhausted.

As soon as he returned to the room, Roy fell on the bed, like a limp fish.

Alice also looked a little tired. She yawned slightly, curled up on the sofa, and rubbed her eyes lazily.

"It's quite hard, right? Being a candidate for Saint isn't always a good thing." Roy smiled bitterly.

"It's okay, this is nothing." Alice immediately sat up straight and put on a serious face.

Roy stood up, feeling somewhat helpless: "There's no need to be so tense in front of me."

Coming to Alice, Luo bent down, first helped her take off her high heels, and then untied the leg rings.

The girl's originally snow-white thighs now had an obvious mark on them.

After that, Roy grabbed the edge of the white silk and quickly freed the soft legs and white bare feet that had been bound by the white silk all day, feeling tired and sore.

Having to stand straight and maintain her demeanor in public from morning to night is a considerable burden for girls.

We often hear related complaints from Charlotte and others.

Even though Alice never complained, it didn't mean that I should turn a blind eye to her hard work.

Thinking of this, Roy held the bare feet, which were as soft as petals, and gently kneaded the slightly flushed soles.

Even though this had become a daily routine these days, Alice still lowered her brows in embarrassment, too embarrassed to look at Roy.

"Master, it's okay if you don't do this specifically for Alice."

"You are the one. You don't need to mind so much, right? Technically speaking, you are a candidate for Saint now. I can't treat you like a maid anymore."

"Is that so?" Alice was slightly stunned.

"That means Alice is no longer the master's maid..."

Although she was one step closer to her goal of becoming a saint, Alice still felt a little lonely when she thought about breaking away from this identity that was closely related to Roy.

Even Alice herself didn't notice that her white feet were slightly curled up and drooped.

Roy finally discovered that the little maid's bare feet were like a puppy's tail, always betraying her feelings against her will.

Somehow cute.

Roy comforted her, "Whether she's a maid or a saint, Alice will always be Alice to me."

Alice's eyes lit up, and her soft feet stretched out again.

She raised her head and mustered up the courage to speak out her thoughts: "Well, whether she is a maid or a saint, Alice will always be the master's Alice!"

The clear words were like the feathers of an angel, lightly falling on Roy's heart and causing ripples.

That night, Roy watched the blonde girl sleeping soundly beside his pillow, but he just smiled foolishly and couldn't fall asleep.

Chapter 58: Testing

Unlike Alice and Roy who were busy all day, the Saint candidates from the East Continent were in an awkward position and were treated coldly.

No one is without grudges.

Back then, the White Harbor Church knelt and licked the East Continent despite being despised, but it was just out of helplessness. Now that they have Alice, why bother to do this and get no credit?

In just a few days, he went from being a popular candidate for the Saint to being ignored by everyone. He was often compared with Alice by others. Unable to bear such a gap, Levi and others voluntarily moved out of the White Harbor Church and found another hotel to stay in.

Inside the room, several candidates for sainthood had lost their former glory, each one more dejected than the other.

That day, let alone resisting Alice, their physical forms were even swallowed up by the blazing white halo, and they were completely reduced to a foil.

The darling of Holy Light, who always thought herself superior to others, suffered a blow for the first time. Even Visalia was a little discouraged, not to mention Oloya and others.

Only Levi was unwilling to accept this reality.

"Master Simon! There must be something wrong! This is impossible, this shouldn't be the case! There must be something fishy about the incident that day. They must have tampered with it!"

Levi roared hysterically at Simon.

But the latter looked out the window and said in a leisurely tone: "Unfortunately, it's all true."

"I can assure you that the concrete image is not fake. Alice's Holy Light bloodline is indeed slightly superior to yours."

More than just slightly better?

These words caused all the saint candidates present to tremble slightly, some clenched their fists unwillingly, and some sighed bitterly.

Even the child of miracles, [Son of Light] Sang, lowered his head, with deep hesitation in his eyes, no longer as gentle and warm as before.

"The Holy Light will protect us, the Holy Light will protect us, the Holy Light will protect us..."

Ever since the preliminaries ended, Sang had been mumbling in a daze. His eyes, which had once been enough to bring peace to one's heart at a glance, were now slightly out of focus and bloodshot.

But even so, Levi was unwilling to accept it.

Levi punched the wall, and his sword energy made a chaotic sound.

"No, why? How can a mere maid and a mere knight defeat us who have been blessed by the Holy Light since childhood?!"

"Don't you think so, San?!"

If we have to say who can make Levi willingly surrender, it is only this miracle child who has been with him since childhood.

Sang's mentality has always been better than his.

However, what responded to him was no longer a gentle exhortation, but a mechanical and numb repetitive murmur.

"Holy Light will protect us..."

Simon sighed helplessly, turned around, looked around at everyone in the room, and patiently explained: "Didn't you see it too?"

"That kind of concrete image that can touch the depths of the soul is difficult for even us archbishops to reproduce, let alone you."

"In terms of bloodline potential alone, Alice is indeed superior to you. However, throughout history, the Saint Trials have examined comprehensive abilities, strength, wisdom, and character... Please don't give up. You are not without a chance to compete for the Sainthood."

As he spoke softly, Simon quietly released a wave of holy light, which calmed the restlessness of several people.

Sang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had finally regained some of his former self.

"I understand. As long as we firmly believe in the Holy Light, we will eventually be blessed and achieve final victory."

Just believe it yourself.

Simon sighed in his heart.

Alice's extraordinary qualities went far beyond her bloodline talent, and Roy was no ordinary person either. This Saint Trial was far from as simple as he had expected.

Several candidates finally perked up.

Only Levi, even though comforted by the Holy Light, was still furious: "Lord Simon, do you really believe in those ghost things?"

"Oh?" Simon was intrigued by the determination of this sword master's disciple.

"That's just a ridiculous illusion that only ignorant people would believe. How can you assert that..."

"enough."

The chill passed by like the edge of a sword.

The old swordsman, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the corner and remained silent until now, let out a low sigh, but the comfort was more limited than that of the holy light.

At that moment, Levi felt as if a sword was placed on his neck. Shunnan froze, his whole body felt cold, and naturally his anger disappeared.

"A swordsman should sharpen himself and cut through obstacles, not deny reality and deceive himself."

The gray-haired old man glanced at Levi, as if he had lost interest, and lowered his head again: "That's all I have to say, you can do whatever you want."

Levi's face turned blue and purple, but after all, he shouldn't disrespect the legendary hero. In anger, he could only be angry for a moment and turned away.

Several candidates followed him.

When they were the only two left in the room, [Sword Saint] Leo snorted slightly.

"If I could fully unleash the power of the Holy Sword, I might be able to sever that image. Unfortunately, he's very weak."

"Senior, you are a little too harsh on young people."

Simon teased, "After all, he is your direct disciple."

Leo said expressionlessly: "You know very well that it was the Pope's one-sided statement, and I have never admitted it."

"You should be more worried about the Man of Destiny than Levi. Force is not an option, bribery won't work either. What are you going to do next?"

The Pope has ordered that the Holy Saint of Heaven be captured at all costs.

The most optimistic plan is to use other saint candidates to put pressure on them, and then have Simon come forward to promise a bright future.

For a lowly, downtrodden servant, this was hard to refuse.

But the current situation is quite grim.

Worst case scenario...

This time, Simon did not choose any other archbishop, but chose him, the Sword Master, just to prepare for the worst case scenario.

"Do you need me to come forward?"

Simon tapped the table lightly, pretending to be thoughtful: "...No need."

"Why should we shed unnecessary blood among our own kind?"

"The situation is still unclear, so let's wait for a turnaround."

In the past, Alice was able to perform such miracles, not only because of her own strength, but also because of other factors.

How could Simon not notice that Roy's bloodline was special?

Considering that he had misjudged Alice's situation before, Simon didn't want to act rashly before collecting sufficient intelligence.

Leo glanced outside the house in the direction where Levi and others left: "But that young man might mess up your business."

Hearing this, Simon smiled and shook his head: "Quite the opposite."

"A slightly radical little move is the best test."

That very night, Levi, disguised, arrived at the outskirts of White Harbor and met with a black-robed assassin.

A twisted and mottled figure flashed quickly among the dense forest. Levi could only sense its breath but could not see its body shape.

From the darkness, a voice so distorted that it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female could be heard: "Give me a name. As long as it's alive, even if it's a god, I will kill it for you to see."

Confirming that the other party's skills were genuine, Levi couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, she's just a maid."

"I am listening."

Levi said coldly: "White Harbor's Saint Candidate, Alice."

"I believe that with Mr. Chameleon's skills, taking her life will not be a problem."

Chapter 59: Alice Discovers a Blind Spot

【chameleon】.

A Sequence 5 assassin, one of the seven most wanted criminals in the Academy, and a well-known killer in the underground world.

His true appearance is unknown, but it is said that he wears a new face for each mission.

The only people who have seen him are the dead.

Although he is one of the seven most wanted criminals in the Academy City, he has been traveling frequently between the Eastern and Western Continents in recent years, and already has several Sequence 5 members under his command.

His most famous achievement was attacking a high-level transcendent and coming back alive.

Even Levi had to admire the other party's business ability. After being introduced by someone, he spent a lot of money to meet the Chameleon.

The shadow assassin who lives on the tip of his blade and is a wanted criminal in both the East and West continents is the best candidate to get rid of Alice!