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

However, as a latecomer, Roy already knew the ending.

No matter what the connection was between the [Angel] and the [False King], Rowling was ultimately unable to change her fate.

Rowling eventually died in the Eastern Continent.

Alice also fell into the hands of human traffickers.

Their encounter was destined to end in tragedy.

Just as Roy was immersed in sentimentality, he was startled by the sudden crying.

But the two parties involved were much busier than him.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Rowling was so frightened that she was in a panic and her hand slipped, throwing Alice out on the spot.

Fortunately, Angel was quick-witted and used the power of holy light to solidify it into a solid form, and was able to catch her safely.

The first-generation Saintess had a murderous look on her face: "No? How can you take care of a child like you do?! You are a mother!"

"Well, I had a maid to help take care of me back then, so I didn't really learn it... How about you come?"

"I......"

Angel hugged Alice, feeling bewildered and lost. "I, I'm still a virgin, so I don't understand..."

Angel was sweating with anxiety: "How about using Holy Light first?"

As the holy light shone, Alice suddenly became energetic, but her crying became louder.

This made the two ladies very anxious.

They studied it for a long time, and after confirming that the girl had no injuries, was not cursed, and even her soul was intact, Rowling finally slapped her head and discovered the truth.

"Is there a possibility that she is just hungry?"

After that, the two of them rushed to the nearest village and snatched a cow for Alice, which saved her life.

Roy was speechless for a while.

It is not easy for Alice to grow up safely with these two talented people taking care of her.

Huh? But J.K. Rowling is actually her mother...

Thinking of this, Roy suddenly felt a chill in his spine.

Looking at Alice, who was stuffed under the cow by Rowling and had milk sprayed all over her face due to the failed milking, Roy suddenly realized that this child had endured too much for him over the years.

Chapter 119: Boy, You Are Too Young

After that, Rowling and Angel set out on a journey with the young Alice.

They have to evade the cultists while also facing the pursuit of the Holy Light Church. However, Alice's presence adds a faint but bright touch to their breathless journey.

One sunny afternoon, looking at the baby sleeping soundly in Rowling's arms, Angel suddenly asked, "Should we give this child a name?"

"That's right. You keep calling her the Saint. Her attributes overlap with yours."

Luo Lin thought for a moment and smiled mysteriously: "Just call her Feng Aotian!"

Angel suddenly showed an expression of incomprehension.

This doesn't sound like a real human life!

"You're kidding, right?"

Rowling looked back quietly with a **smile.

Angel was frantic: "You're kidding, right?!"

"Forget it, I can't count on a random guy like you! A name is proof of a person's existence in this world. Such an important matter cannot be entrusted to you!"

Angel snatched the child away, thought for a moment, and then caught a glimpse of a white silhouette.

The pure white flowers sway gently in the soft sunlight, stretching out the quiet beauty.

Angel felt something and rubbed the little saint's head: "Let's call her Alice (Iris)."

"...I think I'm not as good as Feng Aotian."

"Please, this has a meaning!"

Angel raised her finger and explained seriously, "The language of iris is good news, missing you, messenger of love, and..."

"fairy tale."

As if treating the most precious treasure in the world, the golden-haired saint gently held her in her arms, showing the radiance of motherhood.

That was the brilliance that she did not have the chance to release during her lifetime.

As a saint, she knew better than anyone that the blood of an angel was more of a curse than a blessing.

This child was born with a curse.

But her life will never be filled with only curses.

"I hope she lives up to her name and gets a fairytale ending."

Rowling was silent for a moment, then raised the corner of her mouth cheerfully: "She will."

The soft sunlight, the gorgeous fragrance, the light and shadow of Rowling, Angel, and Alice, all turned into rippling shadows and disappeared in the wind.

In Roy's opinion, whether it was Rowling or Angel, they had all reached their own end, and even at that point in time, they had already realized their own end.

But even so, they sincerely hope that Alice can have a different ending from them.

An ending like an iris in the morning light.

The blood of [Angels] is undoubtedly cursed, but fate is never static.

Roy opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

The night slowly faded away, and a faint light appeared.

Roy stretched out his hand towards the distant ray of light and held it tightly.

After the night comes the dawn.

What Angel expected and what Rowling failed to do, she had to accomplish by herself.

Change all that and give her the Iris ending.

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The morning light gradually rises and a thin mist fills the air.

A team of 2,000 knights, led by Simon, was advancing slowly, wandering in the fog.

At first, no one paid attention to the fog. However, after more than ten minutes, no one could get out of the fog. Even the outlines of the surrounding buildings disappeared. It was so quiet that even the singing of birds and the voices of people could no longer be heard. Even the believers of the Holy Light began to waver.

In the early morning of a port city, there is always the spread of sea fog.

But no matter what, it won't confuse a group of extraordinary people.

Simon stopped and sighed.

"Mrs. Theresa, your hospitality is hard to refuse, but you wouldn't resort to such an illusionary formation to trap us, would you?"

The mist dissipated slightly, outlining the dignified figure of the [Holy Nun] surrounded by holy light.

However, apart from her, the people around her were all knights wearing armor and nuns holding crosses, who surrounded Simon's team in a double-team.

Theresa was polite and courteous. "Master Simon is a real man. It's really rude of you to leave without even saying hello. At least let me show some hospitality."

However, contrary to the kind appearance, the pressure from the high-level extraordinary person caused the fog to stagnate, and it was like an insurmountable peak blocking Simon.

Simon's tone grew colder. "I don't think it's necessary to report every detail of the activities of the Holy Light Church and others."

"It's really not necessary. But can you at least let me see the Saint? The child has just lost her beloved guard and is heartbroken. Taking her away from the Western Continent at this time is too inhumane, isn't it?"

"It is precisely because of grief that I do not want to see the past and think about the pain. The Saint Lady wants to see you."

"You don't want to, or you can't?"

Theresa's eyes fell on the exquisite carriage behind Simon.

Between the next breath.

A dazzling light and shadow flashed in front of the carriage, and a palm was slapped out so fast that the knight guarding the side had no time to react.

However, Simon also arrived at the same time and sent out a palm strike as well.

It's not some extraordinary ability, it's simply the power of holy light.

Just this alone stirred up a terrifying hurricane, knocking over the surrounding knights and blowing away the thick fog.

The confrontation lasted only a moment, but Simon was knocked back half a step.

The waves created by Theresa also successfully overturned the carriage.

The white horse collapsed, and a blonde girl who was not Alice fell out of the carriage.

Simon was not annoyed. Instead, he straightened his robe and smiled faintly.

"Do you think I wouldn't notice what's going on in White Harbor?"

"The Six Heroes who saved the world certainly won't give up so easily."

"But unfortunately, Her Majesty is not here."

"The Church is unwilling to fight against its own people. Lady Theresa, please think carefully. Stop now, and I will forgive your offense."

The deacons of the Inquisition monitored the Knights and Sisters of White Harbor day and night, and they already knew who had been entering and leaving the church in recent days.

Coupled with the reminder from the Pope, the Cherubim had already made full preparations.

However, when Theresa heard this, she tore off her hypocritical appearance and revealed a sneer that was completely inconsistent with a nun.

"Boy, you are still too young."

"What makes you think that I don't know that you can detect my movements?"

Theresa swung her hand upwards and released a flash of magic.

The dazzling holy light cuts through the dim night.

It means Alice is not here.

This action made Simon's face change immediately.

Meanwhile, at White Harbor.

A group of deacons, nuns, and mid-level knights arrived at the port under the leadership of the Sword Master.

Just as everyone was eager to escort the cloaked girl to the warship, Leo raised the hilt of his sword to stop them.

"Master Sword Saint?"

Leo didn't reply, but looked straight at the church's warship.

"Come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of griffins took off into the air, more archers appeared on the deck, and the other two warships surrounded the church's warship from both sides, erecting row after row of huge cannons.

What is even more nerve-wracking than these troops are the mid-level transcendents one after another.

The [Iron Blood] Knight of the Lionheart Kingdom, the [Ice Rose] of the Winter Empire, the adventurer [Singing Wind] from the Emerald Council, Lisanna, the former head of the Purple Magic School of the Magicians Association, the Captain of the Wind Shadow Guard of the Kingdom of Golden Sands, and the Captain of the Navy of the Kingdom of the South Sea.

A total of six Sequence 5 transcendents, dispatched from various forces, are guarding here.

If a Sequence 5 was equivalent to one against ten thousand, then there were a full sixty thousand troops stationed at the port right now!

Even the deacon of the Inquisition who had fought a bloody battle with the cultists had a grim expression at this moment.

Chapter 120: The Dead Resurrected

As the sky gradually turned pale, the people of White Harbor welcomed a new day.

Although the previous cultist attack caused considerable losses, the casualties were not too severe thanks to the bravery of the saints, heroes, and countless knights.

Instead of dwelling on grief, people actively engaged in post-disaster reconstruction.

Rather, the massive invasion of the [School of the Undead] did not cause any serious consequences. Instead, the canonization of the Saint of Destiny greatly consolidated people's trust in the church.