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

Such nobility made Alice's prestige reach the peak regardless of the East and West continents.

With the courage to slash the frost and fog with a sword and eliminate evil spirits, and with a compassionate and noble heart, at this moment, in the eyes of the believers of Holy Light, Alice even surpasses the saints of all generations and is no different from a true angel.

A golden Seraph who wields a sword to eradicate evil for his Lord, yet also has a kind and compassionate heart for the world.

This is all Simon wanted.

Now that Roy is dead, no one can take Alice away. Naturally, the Saint's reputation should be as high as possible. By the way, it can also unite White Harbor, which has become increasingly restless in recent years. Isn't that wonderful?

Rest in peace, Roy Einblad. We had no grudges against each other, but your death did make the world a better place.

However, Roy's funeral did not end in peace.

A girl with fiery red hair rushed into the church and kicked over the empty coffin before anyone could react.

She pointed directly at Simon on the podium and roared like thunder.

"Stop these disgusting tricks! My knight won't die so easily!"

"I know you don't want to accept it, but this is reality." Simon lowered his head, looking very sad: "The Saint Lady took action personally, and not even a corpse was left..."

The Lionhearted Princess's face darkened. Unable to contain herself any longer, she rushed up to the platform, engulfed in flames. "You're talking nonsense!"

Fortunately, the elf girl showed up in time, followed by a group of knights from the kingdom, and pulled her back from behind.

Simon's face was calm, but he was secretly shocked in his heart.

I can't believe that even if someone dies, it still brings so much trouble.

He is truly a blue-eyed man who brings disaster to the world.

If anything, Roy's close relationship with various forces in the Western Continent is a hidden danger.

However, now that Roy is dead, even if these forces are dissatisfied, they are unlikely to unite.

The seven major forces of the Western Continent stood side by side, but in the end they were just a few fingers and could not defeat the iron fist that condensed the power of the entire Eastern Continent.

Not to mention, after losing the Saint, White Harbor no longer has the ability to stir up trouble. Even if someone has ill intentions, they will not be able to find a reason to interfere in a short time.

Looking at the Lionheart Princess glaring at the audience and the elf girl with moist eyes beside her, Simon felt contempt in his heart.

The overall situation has been decided.

From now on, everything will return to normal.

Even though these geniuses of the Western Continent have extraordinary destinies, they will eventually fall into their own destined end and will no longer be able to stir up any waves and are not worth mentioning.

After Roy's funeral.

The girls gathered together and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

That day, they were also trapped outside White Harbor, but they didn't expect that after the attack was over, they would receive the news of Roy's death.

"Impossible! We haven't even found a body, how could he be dead? The church must be behind this... Why the hell are you crying?!"

Seeing the elf girl crying and wiping her tears, Charlotte was upset and kicked her hard on the butt.

But Nia was no longer in the mood to argue with her. She covered her face and her tears fell even harder.

"He's not dead, of course he can't be dead... Ugh... Ugh..."

Chapter 112 Sit-ups

Nia probably wanted to show off.

But before she could finish her words, she couldn't stop crying, and she turned into a wailing little widow, which made everyone even more depressed.

Lyanna's smile was pale and weak, like a withered flower, and it trembled with every word she spoke. "Is it impossible?"

"However, facing a high-level transcendent, even he..."

Charlotte's eyes turned red.

Her voice was hoarse, but it lacked the authority of the past, and sounded more like a plea: "If you say one more word, I will tear your mouth apart."

Lyanna was silent.

Jon Snow remained silent from beginning to end, as numb as a puppet with its strings cut. He let the silver wolf at his feet whimper in worry and rub against him without any reaction.

However, in this extremely depressing atmosphere, a ray of holy light slowly floated over.

The dignified nun, with a polite smile, invited the girls: "Ladies and gentlemen, could you please take a moment of your time?"

At Theresa's invitation, the girls came to the underground secret room of White Harbor Church.

Even when facing the influence of high-level transcendents and saving the world, Charlotte did not hide her anger.

Now that Roy's whereabouts were unknown, she no longer had any good feelings towards any church member.

"You better be fine."

"Your Highness, please calm down, but something very important awaits you."

The girls entered the house suspiciously, only to find someone already waiting inside.

Douglas, the prince of Jinsha, and Jason, the prince of Nanhai.

【Iron Blood】Marquis Carl Ainblad.

And, the handsome young man with black hair and black eyes standing in the center of the room.

Roy Ironblad, who should have died.

The boy touched his head, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I made you anxious."

"Actually, I didn't...!"

Before he could finish his words, a certain princess suddenly jumped up and punched Roy in the chest.

The other two quickly dodged to avoid being affected.

Roy was so scared that his scalp tingled, but he didn't dare to dodge.

He didn't inform them immediately that he was still alive, which made the girls angry.

[Evil Dragon Blood Armor] + [Iron Bones], it should be fine for her to punch out some air... right?

However, this powerful hammer softened the moment it came down and turned into a small fist that was neither light nor heavy.

Charlotte lowered her head and tried hard to raise the corners of her mouth, but her voice was hoarse and almost dry: "I knew my knight wouldn't be defeated so easily."

"Isn't that natural? If I die without permission and anger a certain princess, she will be more terrifying than the evil god." Roy supported the trembling shoulders and smiled gently.

"...You're too talkative." Charlotte said angrily, with a hint of weakness, but her tone was finally a little brighter.

Then, seeing Nia coming, Roy couldn't wait to open his arms and hug her.

Unexpectedly, what greeted him was not the soft and fragrant embrace he was accustomed to, but an extremely loud slap in the face.

The elf girl was more excited than ever before. Tears streaming down her face, she grabbed his collar and said, "You still remembered to come back? Do you know how many people miss you?!"

"I thought you really..."

The tears kept falling, messing up the originally sweet face, which was heartbreaking.

At this time, girls don't need explanations.

Roy lowered his head honestly: "Sorry."

"Please don't cry, okay?" Roy said with concern as he wiped the girl's tears.

"Ouch... No..."

Nia covered her swollen hand miserably, putting on a mask of pain: "You are too shameless..."

This is how Sequence 7's [Forest Elf] dares to fight Sequence 6's [Iron Blood].

It's funny to say that the first time I was beaten by a girl, I managed to kill a hundred enemies but lost a thousand of my own.

Fortunately, it was Nia who took action.

However, when he looked at the other two girls, Roy felt a little nervous.

These two sisters could definitely hurt him, and they weren't as easy to talk to as Charlotte.

Fortunately, Lyanna's emotions were not as intense as expected.

The brown-haired witch senior smiled as dignifiedly as always: "I'm sorry I didn't let you see me crying. It's a pity."

"Senior, have you always believed that I can come back?"

"No, I think you're really dead."

Lyanna stepped forward, took his hand, and said terrible words with a kind smile: "If you really die, I will kill all those who killed you, and then commit suicide to bury you."

"Senior?!" Roy was stunned.

"Ah, although I might have turned into a monster before that, or even been killed."

"If you don't want me to die, then live well, okay?"

Only then did Roy realize that the delicate and thick eyelashes were slightly moist, and there was a hint of redness in the eye sockets.

Roy nodded vigorously: "Sure."

Finally, there's Jon Snow.

The silver-haired girl said nothing and seemed calmer and more composed than anyone else.

Just when Roy thought that this was the calmness of an elder who had experienced the battlefield, Jon Snow unexpectedly began to cry.

Even Jon Snow himself was a little surprised.

The pearls that had broken off the string could not be wiped off no matter how hard she tried, and she couldn't even control the emotions that surged out of her, which scared the Silver Wolf beside her and made him at a loss.

It was Roy who stepped forward, put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered to Jon Snow to calm him down.

The girls' concern and care are both warm thoughts and heavy responsibilities, and are the driving force for him to move forward.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, but please give them some time."

At Karl's advice, Theresa and the two princes stepped aside.

But Carl himself was far from being as calm as he appeared.

It's a good thing that Roy came back alive.

It's a good thing that so many people care about him.

But why are they all girls? And why are they all more powerful than the other?

Even though he was a straight man, Carl also noticed that the atmosphere among the few people was not right when recalling the rumors he heard occasionally.

The pig that could dig up cabbages was a good pig that made his old father happy, but when he thought about the forces represented by the cabbages and the farmers behind them, Carl felt a little overwhelmed.

Not to mention others, if his good brother King Lionheart knew about such a confusing relationship between men and women, it would be a big trouble!

and......

Carl pretended to glance at Theresa casually, fearing that his son's philandering behavior would cause dissatisfaction from the [Holy Nun].

In fact, Theresa was indeed very unhappy.

Knead numb drops.

Aren’t there too many competitors?!

Each one was more beautiful than the other, and each one was closer to Roy than the other.

Why does it feel like the person I'm standing next to is the one making the slowest progress?!

In the corner, Jason felt uncomfortable looking at the girls surrounding him and the two elders waiting quietly beside him.

They said they were here to discuss important matters concerning the future of the Western Continent, but how come it has become Roy's family matter now?

I feel like both Douglas and I are redundant!

"Douglas, how about we avoid it first...?"

When he looked up, Jason was stunned.

Because Douglas' eyes were red, and he looked like he could empathize with the girls and was deeply moved.

"You... is it that serious?"

No. Do you have a good relationship with Roy?