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

If the believers saw this situation, they would probably explode on the spot, convict themselves of heresy, and be burned at the stake.

Thinking of this, Roy couldn't help but feel a little scared, but also a little...satisfied.

Roy pinched Alice's cheek and said with a smile, "So, little Saint, what you did is far beyond the Saint's duty to the guards. It's not something you take for granted, okay?"

However, Alice looked back and said seriously, "No, it's just a matter of course."

"After all, besides being a saint, Alice is also the master's daughter..."

"So... this kind of thing is only natural..."

At the end of her speech, the girl's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

It was obviously the truth, but it made her inexplicably shy, and her heart was pounding with every word she spoke.

Alice was not good at this kind of thing, and in the end, she could only clumsily peck Roy's cheek lightly, then turned into a mimosa, put her arms around his waist, and retreated shallowly into his arms.

The white bare feet were like a nervous puppy's tail, stretched tight and taut.

Beneath the blonde hair, her fair face was already tinged with a blush more charming than the candlelight.

Little did he know that Roy's face was also red and his heart was beating wildly.

Holding the warm little angel in his arms, Roy also gave a loving kiss to the hair on top of her head.

This overflowing happiness alone is enough to dispel the pain caused by the erosion of holy light, and even soothe the soul.

Gradually, the holy light faded into silence, and Roy fell asleep peacefully in the arms of the angel.

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Deep in his soul, Roy always woke up with a smile.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, look how happy you are. Is the Saint Lady's healing so beautiful?"

Rowling lay on her own tomb, casting a playful look, and sighed that it was great to be young.

"Cough cough."

Roy forced down the corners of his mouth and said seriously, "It's okay, it's okay."

The nightly healing was indeed addictive, but it wasn't a solution.

Looking back at the mausoleums of the kings, Roy's expression became solemn.

All the mausoleums were stained by the holy light to varying degrees, with Phoenix's mausoleum being the worst affected. Most of it was engulfed in the blazing white flames, and she herself was submerged in it, passing out.

The erosion of the flesh can be suppressed by the [Angel's Embrace], but the erosion of the soul increases day by day.

Perhaps because of the resentment and anger for the Saint being taken away, the white holy light that should have been healed has been constantly restless in the past few days, and will not stop until it has devoured him completely.

What kind of goddess is this? She's just a shrew!

What's more, even the "Angel's Embrace" is only a temporary solution and not a long-term solution.

Suppressed by the holy light, Roy is now unable to use any extraordinary abilities.

Alice's soft rice smells delicious, but he can't just lie in bed and eat it for the rest of his life.

"Mother..."

Roy called out to Rowling awkwardly, asking, "Do you have a way to cure the erosion of Holy Light?"

He might not be as powerful as the other demigods, but Rowling has the valuable experience he needs most.

Having fought against the church many times in the past and knowing the first generation Saint Angel, Rowling's understanding of the [False King] and the [Angel] far surpassed her own, making her the best mentor.

Roy believed that the other party must have encountered similar difficulties in the past and naturally knew the corresponding countermeasures.

Chapter 133: Mutual Passion

Luo Lin held the back of her head, crossed her legs, and said with a wicked smile, "Why bother with treatment? Why not just let your little angel take care of you for the rest of your life?"

"Oh, I used to dream of being kept by a handsome guy!"

"...Stop looking at me like I'm a piece of trash!"

Under Roy's resentful gaze, Rowling had no choice but to raise her hands in surrender: "Oh, I won't tease you anymore."

She sat up straight, crossed her legs, raised her fingertips, and straightened her expression slightly. "The holy light that erodes you is essentially the fire of the goddess."

"It's the same holy light, but the goddess's power is of a higher level and stronger quality. It's difficult to cure it with Alice's current strength."

"So, either increase the power output—"

Roy rejected it immediately: "No, letting Alice use the Seraph rashly will only agitate the goddess' soul. The risk is too high."

In fact, during the battle with the Pope, the goddess's power had already been somewhat out of control. Fortunately, Alice has now successfully digested that part and used it for her own benefit.

But [Seraph] is ultimately a double-edged sword.

If I fail to cure her and Alice is controlled by the goddess again, it will be a waste of time and effort.

Rowling nodded slightly: "That's why we have to use the second method."

Roy watched with bated breath, listening attentively.

However, the words uttered by the other party were extremely horrifying.

"Sleep with her."

After being stunned for several seconds, Roy finally squeezed out a word: "...Ah?"

"Sleep with her." Rowling shrugged, seemingly not understanding why he didn't understand.

"Am I being too subtle? Going to bed, making love, sex, sex, anyway, it's all about promoting the harmony of reproduction, understand?"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Roy covered his head and waved his hands repeatedly.

Why does this guy speak so harshly as soon as he opens his mouth?!

"No, if you don't understand, then don't tell dirty jokes here, okay?!"

Roy immediately showed an expression as if he was looking at a perverted scumbag, full of disgust.

Unexpectedly, Rowling's face turned stern: "I'm serious."

"Kissing is the simplest way for souls to touch, but sex is the most profound form of soul contact."

"The fusion of body and mind, no longer distinguishable, will allow Alice's holy light to penetrate every corner of her blood."

Luo Lin pinched her chin, leaned on the mausoleum, and said leisurely: "This will not only heal the holy light in your body, but will also be of great benefit to your bloodline advancement."

"Oh, you didn't know that yet? If the [False King] wants to advance to a higher level, he must rely on absorbing divinity from the bloodline of the Saint. In other words, even if it's just for promotion, you have to do it with her!"

"this......"

The shocking truth made Roy dizzy.

Who could have imagined that the secret of advancement that had troubled the blood of pseudo-kings of all generations was so simple and crude?

So, if you want to advance, you must be in harmony with the life of a saint?!

Singles are not worthy of becoming high-level?!

No wonder there have been few pseudo-kings whose blood has reached a high level.

Saints have been under the control of the church since ancient times. Even if a [false king] successfully evades the pursuit of cultists and reaches the limit of the intermediate level, without the assistance of the saint, he will eventually stop before the high level.

Roy suddenly discovered his blind spot: "Huh? But didn't you end up with Angel..."

Rowling almost choked to death on a mouthful of water.

She quickly defended herself, "I haven't done anything to let your father down! Even if I sacrifice my soul and turn it into firewood, I can still forcibly promote the bloodline of the [False King]!"

In order to heal the erosion of holy light in the body and to allow the [pseudo-king] to advance to a higher level, he must unite with the saint.

The Goddess of Holy Light is an existence that is powerful enough to suppress the phoenix that specializes in this field at the soul level.

The holy blood of the angel contains the divine power of the goddess, and combining with it can be said to be of great benefit without any harm.

But Roy clenched his fists and shook his head firmly: "I can't do this."

As long as you ask, Alice will agree to anything.

It was precisely because of the other party's unreserved trust that Roy was even more reluctant to trample on her feelings.

"Even if it's to heal the Holy Light erosion, I can't hurt... What are you laughing at?"

The black-haired woman had a funny look on her face with a crooked mouth.

It was like an older woman admiring the innocence of young people, with an expression of someone who had experienced everything, which made Roy feel uncomfortable.

"You can say such things, it seems you are still a rookie."

Grass?

How can this be seen? !

Under Roy's astonished gaze, Rowling acted like an elder and said helplessly, "You men always think you're the only ones who are lustful, but you don't know that girls are the same."

"It's right to cherish a girl, but if you've already won her heart and you're still hesitant to take that step, you'll seem like a nagging mother. What's the matter? You're willing to go to war with the church for her, but you're still afraid to take her body?"

Rowling reached out and patted his shoulder, admonishing him in a motherly tone, "Don't make the girl wait too long."

As expected of someone who has been through this, his words are true and make a lot of sense at first glance.

However, it might be a good idea for other girls, but Alice hesitates for a long time even to kiss. Will it scare her if I ask for this right away?

Roy hadn't forgotten that the little maid was extremely nervous when they slept together.

After much deliberation, Roy finally swallowed his restless thoughts and sighed helplessly: "Wait a minute."

Even if we put aside the factors of healing erosion and promoting bloodline, as a healthy man, it is impossible for him to say that he doesn't want to do that kind of thing.

But no matter what, I have to get Alice's consent.

Well, Charlotte and the others are also a problem.

Roy has never taken that step because the girls are still divided over who should cross the line first.

Even if we agreed to treat each other equally, I don't know how to clone myself, so there has to be a sequence for that kind of thing.

No one is willing to submit to anyone else, and no matter who takes the first step, it will arouse public anger.

His intuition told him that if this matter was not handled properly, there would probably be another big disturbance.

The next morning.

Alice always gets up earlier than him.

When Roy opened his eyes, the blonde girl had already straightened her appearance and prepared warm water and a towel for him to wash up in, as he was injured and unable to get out of bed. Roy's clothes for the day were neatly stacked at the foot of the bed, and under the insulated cover next to him was a breakfast that Alice had prepared herself.

Noticing Roy waking up, Alice bowed slightly and said, "Good morning, Master."

"Good morning. But there's no need to be so formal. If I must, shouldn't I bow to the Saint?"

"Well, I'm used to it..."

Alice said as she considerately set the knife and fork for him.

Her delicate golden hair shines brightly in the morning light, and her fair face is elegant and pure in the breeze, just like soft clouds.

The holy robe, engraved with golden holy marks, is pure white and complex, dignified and luxurious, highlighting the girl's elegance and holiness that cannot be tarnished in the slightest.

To be honest, not only Alice, but Roy himself has not yet gotten used to the change from maid to saint.

"What's wrong?" Alice looked over.

Looking at the girl's clear eyes, Roy found it even harder to speak.

How shameless does one have to be to tell such an innocent girl directly that he wants to have sex with her!

It’s not that the desire doesn’t exist, but the warmth at the moment seems pretty good too.

"Nothing, I just think Alice is cute."

"Ugh?"

The saint said something with a slight frown, as if she was suddenly electrocuted. She was so shy that she didn't know what to do, which made Roy laugh.

"I won't tease you anymore..."

Roy immersed himself in washing up, using clean water to wash away the distracting thoughts in his mind, but he didn't know that Alice's eyes drifted away imperceptibly.

There is curiosity, uneasiness, and a hint of... passion.