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

In addition to Levi, Sang, and Jay, several saint candidates and guards from the East Continent also arrived, staring at the conference hall with jealousy that was beyond words.

It is said that the sword master's sword heart was broken, and he went into seclusion to regain the holy sword.

There is no news from [Son of Light], but judging by the hints in the original work, this guy's faith is probably broken and he is starting to doubt his life.

It's really miserable for these two guys. The guards were beaten by the guards, the candidates were beaten by the candidates, and they were beaten up by both myself and Alice, and they didn't owe anyone anything.

However, considering their arrogant and self-centered appearance, Roy could only laugh in his heart.

As for Jay.

Apparently, he still couldn't remove the soul mark of Phoenix. It hurt so much that he couldn't walk. His life was probably over.

No one would be so tactless as to provoke the Saint's guards anymore.

However, an unexpected big shot came up.

"Boy, let's talk?"

He has gray hair and gray eyes, and a weathered face, but he exudes an incomparable and powerful presence.

It is like a sword that has been covered in dust for many years. It does not need to be unsheathed to show its sharpness. The traces carved by time alone are enough to inspire awe.

[Sword Saint] What do you want from me?

Roy did not refuse and followed the other party to the empty balcony.

It just so happened that he also had something he wanted to ask the Sword Master.

Unlike the Cherubim who are loyal to the Pope, the Sword Saint is not a direct descendant of the Pope, nor even a believer in the Holy Light. He only submits to the Church for some reason.

Without talking about the deep secrets of the church, at least you can still ask about what happened eighteen years ago.

The gray-haired old man seemed not good at speaking. He stared at me in silence. After a while, he said without a word, "You are amazing."

"Over the past hundreds of years, among the more than ten false kings, only one or two have reached your level."

Roy raised an eyebrow: "Like my mother?"

"Eighteen years ago, my mother went to the Eastern Continent, hoping to seek answers from the Holy Light Church about how the False King could break through to a higher level. But she disappeared... No, she's dead."

"Senior, you are a high-ranking official and have close ties to the church. Do you have any clues?"

Leo didn't answer directly, but murmured: "Your mother is also amazing, but she made a stupid mistake."

"The Church has never been her enemy."

But he is not her friend either.

Otherwise, why conceal the secret of the [False King]'s advancement to a higher rank? You must know that the enemies of the False King's Blood are cultists, equivalent to potential allies of the Church.

Roy sneered in his heart, but said kindly on his face: "But her death is indeed related to the church."

"...I can assure you that it was just a misunderstanding. She committed a taboo that she shouldn't have committed and had a conflict with the church, but the church doesn't consider her an enemy, and there's no need to prejudge her or harbor ill will."

No denial.

It seems that even if the church is not the culprit who killed Rowling, it is closely related to Rowling's death.

Roy didn't think the Sword Master had any reason to lie.

As for the Church of Holy Light, all signs indicate that they have ill intentions and are indeed untrustworthy.

Compared to the evil cult that dreams of killing him and the demons that want to exterminate humanity, the Church of Holy Light is not his enemy for the time being.

But it's only temporary.

Leo narrowed his eyes, and through his old but clear eyes, he caught Roy's true meaning.

"Think about yourself, kid."

"Some things are better not to delve into."

“Try to gaze into the abyss, and you will fall into it.”

“Sometimes, turning back and learning to let go is the wisest choice.”

Chapter 87: The Saint's Choice

The gray eyes stared at him, revealing an invisible sense of oppression.

She was like a sleeping dragon in a volcano, or like an empress commanding thousands of corpses.

At this moment, the other party's eyes were filled with cold light like thousands of swords. Roy felt firsthand that the swordsman in front of him had already far surpassed the limits of mortals, even surpassed the extraordinary, and glimpsed the divinity above the mortal world.

Canonized by the sword.

Since the Third Age, there has been only one.

The boy heard the warning in the other person's words.

However, the black-haired boy exhaled a breath of foul air and asked calmly: "Have you let it go?"

His eyes trembled slightly.

[Sword Saint] Leo did not and could not hide his astonishment at that moment.

Legend has it that in a certain village, a young swordsman hated evil and embarked on the path of sainthood in order to save the people harmed by the demons.

But Roy understood that it was just a legend fabricated by later generations.

Only after witnessing the Sword Master holding the fox girl weeping helplessly could Roy understand that what the other party sought was never the ambition of a hero.

Roy turned his gaze away from Leo and asserted, "Learning to let go may be the wisest choice."

“But sometimes, even if it means stepping into the abyss, we have no choice.”

Without waiting for Leo to reply, Roy left.

The so-called letting go is nothing more than obeying the gears of fate, a helpless act of self-deception.

Leo was not annoyed by the boy's rudeness, but just sighed slightly.

"I hope you won't get to that point."

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The sky is blue and the white clouds are soft.

Archbishop Simon's expression was as warm as the bright spring sunshine.

On the other hand, the blonde girl opposite him also sat upright, but maintained a cold and somewhat inhuman expression, even giving off a sense of illusion.

Alice didn't show any hostility.

But when it comes to outsiders, she always has this cold attitude and is too lazy to even pretend.

However, despite her lack of interest in Simon, she did have something she wanted to ask.

"I've been hearing voices of prayer quite often lately. Is this also the influence of my bloodline?"

"Thank you for your hard work, Saint." After sighing, Simon slowly nodded, "That's right."

"The bloodline of the Angel carries the faith of countless believers. Its power comes from this faith."

"Unfortunately, as your bloodline's power awakens, the influence of your faith will deepen. This is inevitable."

Alice frowned slightly.

Even though I don't understand what this means, I still feel a sense of unease instinctively from the depths of my soul.

But powerful supernatural powers will naturally bring about various side effects, and now those prayers only sound occasionally, so there is no need to worry.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Alice shook her head.

Simon relaxed his brows, sat more relaxed, and said with a smile, "Then let's get down to business."

"Through the inauguration ceremony, we will bestow upon you the divine power of the Goddess, fully activating your Angelic bloodline and awakening your true power."

"At that time, you will be officially inaugurated as a saint, and legally attain a status equal to that of His Holiness the Pope."

Having said that, Simon changed the subject.

"You seem unwilling to join the Church of Holy Light and would rather stay in White Harbor."

"But I must tell you that you are not an ordinary saint."

Simon straightened his posture, his gaze deep, and his tone serious. "Beginning with the appearance of the fifth Saint candidate, the gears of fate began to turn, the stars returned to their positions, and the disaster awakened. The Destined Saint awakened, bringing eternal salvation to the world."

"This is your Majesty's prophecy. You bear the power and responsibility to save the world, and only the Church can help you unleash your true power."

The air is a bit solid.

Simon fell silent, deliberately giving the girl time to digest the information.

Saving the world is a heavy burden that is too heavy for anyone to bear at one time.

However, Alice did not hesitate for long.

"so what?"

"?"

"What does saving the world have to do with me?"

Simon's mouth twitched slightly.

So you really don't take the world seriously, right?

However, after observing for so many days, he had almost figured out Alice's temperament.

She is neither despicable enough to do anything for power, nor noble enough to take it as her responsibility to save the world.

"I understand. Not everyone cares about the safety of the world, and it's only natural that you wouldn't be interested in the responsibilities imposed on you."

Simon said solemnly, "But what if all this is closely related to the people you care about?"

Alice was slightly startled.

This detail did not escape Simon's eyes, as he expected.

Born in the slums, she does not yearn for glory; as a maid, she does not resent the nobles. The girl named Alice seems to have no desires, like an indifferent angel, watching everything in the mundane world with cold eyes.

The so-called angels who have fallen into the mortal world are, after all, nothing more than a false name fabricated by the world.

Even the Holy Maiden of Destiny is not without human nature.

Now Simon can be sure that Alice has an extraordinary affection for her master, her guard, Roy, the pseudo-blood king of this generation.

That is Alice's biggest weakness.

Simon, concealing his cunning, sighed, "The one you care about has an extremely special bloodline. He may not have spoken much about it, but I can tell you that the blood of the false king is closely related to demigods, and is born with the fate of being hunted by cultists."

"No false king's blood has ever had a good ending. Their endings are always tragic."

The blood of the false king. This legendary extraordinary bloodline even possesses the power to break the destiny of the Heavenly Fate Saint.

It was the existence of this bloodline that disrupted the Pope's plans.

However, it was also because of this bloodline that Simon was able to start planning and hit Alice's biggest weakness.

"...What exactly do you want to say?" Alice's voice turned cold.

"You should know better than me how much suffering he has endured so far."

Simon's blunt words were like a heavy hammer hitting Alice's heart, stirring up memories that she had ignored.

Alice had seen Roy covered in wounds from the false king's blood more than once, and even heard from Charlotte and others that Roy had been on the verge of death several times without her knowing.

Roy never complained.

But for him, the blood of the false king is a curse that can never be shaken off.

Alice closed her eyes. "Even so, with Charlotte and the others here..."

"On the contrary. Lady Saint, not only can they not save Roy, but they will harm him instead."

"Ugh?"

Under Alice's puzzled gaze, Simon stood up and cast his eyes towards the distant sky.

"The Lionheart Prince's daughter, the Elf Nightingale, a dual-school magician, the daughter of the Grand Duke of the Imperial Frontier... Due to their extraordinary talents and status, they must bear responsibilities far beyond those of ordinary people."

"If you get involved, you're doomed to be implicated in their extraordinary fate."