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

"No need. There is no distinction between you and me. It's better to say that what I have done for you is far less than what you have done for me."

Nia interrupted the group: "Hey, why are you being so sentimental?"

She put her arms around Roy's neck, patted her chest, and smiled brightly: "The six of us are a family!"

"As Alice said, isn't it natural for family members to help each other?"

Nia clapped her hands: "Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early, we have important things to do tomorrow!"

"Well, you guys should go back soon too...?"

Roy discovered that none of the girls had any intention of leaving.

"Didn't you say to rest early?"

"Yes." Nia said as a matter of course.

"So we came to rest with you."

"???"

A few minutes later.

Lying on the bed, Roy was bewildered as he looked at the four girls surrounding him.

The big bed, which was originally spacious enough for Alice and I to sleep in, now became a bit crowded.

Lyanna and Jon Snow stood close to him, one on each side, while Charlotte and Nia lay on Roy like little animals.

The delicate and fair skin pressed tightly against his, and the slightest movement would bring him into contact with something incredible. The various pleasant aromas intertwined together made his heart flutter.

Surrounded by the soft fragrance, I no longer feel empty, lonely and cold in any sense.

Okay, okay, so this is what your companionship means!

Wouldn't doing such a thing in a sacred church really anger the Goddess of Holy Light?

"I'm not a child who can't sleep. I don't need you to accompany me like this, okay?!" Roy complained with a helpless smile.

"Hey, you're still acting like a good boy after getting the advantage?" Lyanna raised her eyebrows, and her slender fingertips moved restlessly on Roy's body.

"That's right, don't think there will be such a good opportunity in the future! If we weren't afraid that you would be too lonely without Alice, how could we four come together to accompany you!" Lying in the boy's arms, Charlotte complained angrily and raised her hand to pinch his face.

It inexplicably looks like a cat scratching a cat toy, and I can't let it go.

Jon Snow, who had just become close to Roy, was obviously not used to this kind of situation.

They all just leaned shoulder to shoulder with the boy, their fair cheeks slightly hot, like snow stained with the glow of the sunset.

"Well, if you don't like it, we won't force you..."

The elf girl lying on Roy's chest couldn't help laughing. "You're overthinking it. Your apprentice must be overjoyed by now, right?"

Bending her legs and swinging her tender feet, Nia cupped her cheeks and gave Roy a charming glance: "Am I right?"

Roy turned his head away stubbornly: "Wrong!"

"Don't think I'll forget myself if you come close to me, okay?"

"Hey, then you have the guts."

Roy's face twitched.

"Since we are here, we should make the best of it. There is no need for that. Just do as you please."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you can't even suppress your smile! I just like the way you're stubborn." Nia laughed out loud on the spot.

These girls...

What is more heartwarming than a soft and fragrant embrace is their affection.

The girls were rarely as harmonious as they were now. Not to mention sleeping in the same bed, even if they were standing on either side of each other, they would quarrel for a long time.

Charlotte could never hide her concern, Lyanna's deliberately relaxed teasing, Jon Snow's undisguised pity and doting, and Nia's sweet smile that she deliberately showed to reassure him.

Even though he had never revealed the pain of losing Alice, they had already noticed it and were doing their best to share the burden he carried and heal his heartache.

On the eve of the decisive battle, the loneliness and anxiety, the long night that even the starlight could not dispel, but it was bright and warm because of their company.

Roy didn't want to show off, and he didn't know how to show off.

Relaxing his body and immersing himself in the subtle fragrance of gardenias and jasmine, blue roses and platycodon, Roy closed his eyes, letting the suppressed emotions of the past few days surge into his heart and exhaled.

Then, it slowly dissipated under their healing.

No one noticed that the boy's eyes were slightly moist, but they spoke out to disturb him.

Until Roy suddenly said: "Everyone, it's great to have you here."

"But you won't be satisfied with this, right?" Nia said with a smile.

Charlotte said with a straight face: "I will allow you to have one more at most."

Lyanna covered her mouth with her hands: "Really? Maybe then it depends on whether Alice allows you~"

"White Harbor cannot live without the Saint, and you can't live without her either, right?" Jon Snow gave a rare knowing smile and stated the truth.

"Yeah." Roy nodded vigorously.

Along the way, he has changed the fate of Charlotte, Nia, Lyanna, and Jon Snow.

The next thing to do is to rescue Alice.

It's time to give "Angel Rondo" a perfect ending.

Chapter 118: The Day Destiny Begins

In the darkness, the angel squatting among the flowers suddenly stopped being silent. It curled up and its wings trembled.

The delicate facial features were distorted by pain, as if they were enduring a torture that was as severe as it was thirsty.

At the same time, Roy, who was sleeping, had a faster heartbeat, hot breathing, and showed the same look of pain.

The blood is boiling.

It's like the absence of sweet dew after a long drought, or the emptiness of not being able to get what you're addicted to.

Roy regained consciousness from his sleep.

Could it be that after tasting the nourishment of the Holy Light these days, the bloodline of the [False King] is now somewhat unsatisfied?

Damn, the difficult path from luxury to frugality is actually reflected in extraordinary bloodline?

Damn it! Even though I really want to hold this sweet and soft little angel in my arms, I can’t really die without her, right?!

Just as Roy gritted his teeth and endured the burning pain in his blood that was gnawing at his bones and burning his heart from the inside out, unexpectedly, his consciousness gradually sank into the abyss.

The restless blood actually awakens the memory of the blood.

Unlike the road to becoming a king brought by the King's Certificate, there is no need for a medium, and past memories will emerge at the right moment.

In the blurry picture, a black-haired girl, accompanied by the shadow of the first-generation saint, stepped into the ruins of a city.

"Whether it's resisting the fate of the false king's blood or saving the world from the [World-Destroying Disaster], sufficient strength is required. And to reach a higher level, the power of a saint is required."

"But are you sure that the Saint of this generation is here?"

Looking around, all she saw were scorched earth and broken walls, which made Rowling feel uneasy: "It doesn't look like there are any living people here at all."

"Believe me. As a fellow saint, I can feel her aura."

"Go further in. Do you see that church? The saint is inside."

The closer we got to the church, the more corpses we saw.

Priests, nuns, and Templars wearing the same robes faced each other, died at each other's hands, and sank into a pool of blood.

"Your church is really harmonious." Rowling said sarcastically without any joy or sadness, and stepped over the river of blood under her feet.

"Not everyone agrees with the Pope. Not everyone desires the Saint." Angel closed her eyes reluctantly.

"The Saint's advent is bound to bring turmoil to the world, and as the center of that turmoil, her fate will surely be imprisonment, with no peace to be found."

"I understand. Just like my fake king's blood, it's all bad luck."

Rowling muttered and kicked open the church door.

His dark eyes scanned the entire church thoughtfully, and Rowling's expression darkened slightly.

There had obviously been a fierce battle here.

Most of the church has collapsed, casting a faint halo.

The statue of the goddess has been cut in half, and the former kindness and peace are no longer there.

In this world without anyone's protection, there was only a blonde nun kneeling, facing the direction where the goddess fell, curled up her body, maintaining an extremely twisted prayer posture, without a breath.

Her status is not low.

However, the pure white robe that symbolizes a high-ranking nun has now been stained red with blood.

The church was filled with the corpses of other knights and priests. One can imagine the desperate situation she went through in the end.

To perish together is the same as being defeated.

Rowling glanced away unhappily because the nun's miserable condition reminded her of herself.

"Is this what you call living? Dead people's jokes are not funny."

"No, the Saint is indeed still alive..."

Rowling was about to ask a question when she faintly caught a glimpse of movement so tiny that it seemed like it would disappear at any moment.

She walked quickly forward and came in front of the nun, only then she discovered that there was still a life in the nun's arms.

A swaddled baby.

Roy looked up sharply.

Behind the nun was a priest with a pierced chest and glaring eyes.

It was obvious that he had unleashed a final blow before his death, trying to destroy the last thing he saw.

But he failed.

This nun was not praying to a goddess who would not bestow any blessings, but was simply protecting her child.

That's it.

Rowling sighed slightly, then carefully took the baby.

The blood stained the robe, but did not stain the baby at all.

The fear of death is one of the driving forces behind Rowling's resistance along the way.

She couldn't imagine what the other person was feeling, as he had such a holy and peaceful expression on his face when his life was in danger.

After a long silence, Rowling finally asked the question that Roy was concerned about: "How can I rely on her to reach a higher level?"

"Not now. We have to wait until she reaches the intermediate level and receives the baptism of Holy Light. Unless..."

Seeing Angel hesitate to speak, Luo Lin asked curiously, "Unless what?"

"Unless we use a ritual to forcibly take her soul and place her under house arrest, which would kill her."

"But I won't allow you to do that." Angel narrowed her eyes, giving off a hint of warning.

There was another moment of silence.

Rowling studied the baby for a long time before sneer- ing , "Save your breath."

"I haven't reached that point yet."

She hugged the baby tightly in her arms and looked at Angel with a serious look for the first time: "Although I am not a good person, I am still a human being after all."

"Compared to the beasts in your church, they are far superior."

Angel finally breathed a sigh of relief, her expression softening somewhat.

Seeing this, Roy was filled with emotion for a moment.

The saint baby back then is Alice today.

It turned out that it was Rowling who saved her!

The blood of the false king and the holy blood of the angel, there is such a fate between these two bloodlines. Perhaps this is also the wonder of fate.