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

Tonight, Roy bathed in advance as required by the ritual, put on a pure white bathrobe, and stepped into his room.

However, what comes into view is not the monotonous scene of the past.

Holy white candles flickered quietly around him, and the faint aroma of holy water danced softly, bringing peace of mind. Beneath the bed lay an intricate and beautiful holy light array, along with countless priceless holy white stones.

The double bed that Roy was already familiar with was now covered with iris petals. Bathed in the moonlight outside the window, it looked sacred and beautiful, complementing the quiet atmosphere.

But putting aside the sacredness, Roy always felt that something was wrong.

The ceremony venue certainly needs some decoration, but is it necessary to sprinkle flower petals on the bed? No, after all, why choose the ceremony venue in the bedroom?!

A strange premonition made Roy's heart beat faster for no reason.

Until there was a polite, slightly reserved knock on the door behind me.

"Master, may I come in?"

"of course can."

No, normally Alice wouldn't be so reserved as to knock on the door before returning to her room.

The door of the house was open and a fragrant breeze blew in.

The originally restless heartbeat paused slightly, and then the excitement doubled.

Roy finally got the answer.

Because, that wasn't the usual Alice at all.

After taking off the complicated and heavy holy robe, Alice was left with a loose and thin pure white bathrobe.

The wet and soft blonde hair draped over her shoulders, and her flawless white skin was revealed from the slightly open neckline and sleeves. Her slender legs and even a pair of snow-white bare feet were exposed without reservation, showing an astonishing charm.

But the most important thing is that, unlike her usual cold and indifferent appearance, Alice at this moment is holding her chest, lowering her brows, and even her toes, which are as round as grapes, are slightly curled up, depicting her shyness.

Just like the irises covered with evening dew under the moonlight, they are blooming with unprecedented beauty and beauty, like a dream.

The two of them sat on the bed as usual, but they didn't snuggle up together in the same blanket as usual.

The two of them sat at a distance neither too close nor too far from each other, neither daring to look at the other more than once, as if there was an invisible barrier between them.

In the end, it was Roy who broke the silence first.

"Let me ask you, Alice, do you want to... do that with me?"

No matter how stupid he was, he could see that tonight's ceremony was not that simple.

Alice shrank her neck slightly, pinched the corner of her clothes, bent her legs together, and nodded slightly: "Yeah."

"This, this is part of the ceremony."

"Consuming a large amount of Holy White Stone and casting a high-level extraordinary magic circle, the White Harbor ritual can temporarily increase my bloodline level, but these alone are not enough."

"To completely eliminate the erosion, we must completely merge our bodies and souls. Only then can the holy light fully penetrate the master's body and mind."

Alice's tone was very flat, completely lacking in intonation, and her speaking speed was so fast that it seemed like she was reciting a script.

Combined with... White Harbor does have a good foundation, and actually came to the same conclusion as Rowling.

Roy rubbed his brows in distress and sighed, "Is there no other way?"

Alice raised her head and answered immediately: "No!"

"Well, if the master is worried about Charlotte and the others, Alice has already discussed this in advance and obtained their consent."

"and......"

After a brief pause, Alice's gaze drifted downwards, and she said in a faint voice, "Master wants it too, right? After all, he gets up every day..."

puff!

Roy clamped his legs together on the spot, his face turned red, and he felt unwell.

What the hell?

My image as a gentleman is about to be ruined!

Roy wailed, "This, this is just a normal male physiological reaction!"

"It's okay, Alice understands."

"So, as long as the master wants, he can use Alice to solve the problem."

The next second, Alice stood up and walked towards Roy.

As if she had made up her mind, the girl took a deep breath, then resolutely put her hands on her collar.

With her eyes rippling and eyebrows slightly raised, Alice looked him straight in the face for the first time tonight. The look she gave him was purer than the ripples on a lake, and contained a hint of charm.

"After all, it's only natural to remove erosion, right?"

However, she never expected that Roy would stand up at this moment, hold her hands, organize her movements, and help her pull up her clothes.

The young man looked away and smiled bitterly: "That's not necessary."

"......well?"

This scene reminded Alice of the night they met.

Roy used the same action to stop her from doing something stupid.

His movements are always so gentle.

But this time, Alice felt deeply uneasy.

"I cannot do such a thing as a ritual to cleanse the Holy Light. That would be like exploiting your bloodline and taking away something important from you."

Alice opened her mouth, but was swallowed by the anxiety that surged in her heart and no sound came out.

When the young man placed his hands on her shoulders, the endless fear almost suffocated her.

If, if I were pushed away by him now, maybe the goddess would take over my place.

But the next moment, the boy held her face.

Eyes darker than the night, yet brighter than the stars, reflected her figure, and they met her gaze with those azure eyes.

"Unless you want to do this yourself."

"Alice, do you want me?"

Chapter 140 Alice is finally yours

Lack of love since childhood and growing up in the cruel environment of the slums, Alice always puts herself last.

Only in that way can we survive.

Roy knew very well that no matter whether it was a transcendental promotion or becoming a saint, as long as he spoke, she would not care about anything.

But not caring and being willing are two different concepts.

Precisely because her feelings were so pure, Roy didn't want to mix in any impurities, taint her feelings for him, and inadvertently wrong her.

Even the slightest bit of grievance is not acceptable.

Therefore, he had to get her personal approval.

"Alice, do you want me?"

"The union of a man and a woman is not a trivial matter. I hope you will consider it carefully before answering me."

The girl was slightly startled and remained silent for a while.

"Master, can you pat my head?"

Roy was a little confused by the overly abrupt answer, but he still met the other party's request.

The girl rubbed against his palm, as gentle and obedient as a friendly puppy, her moist and soft blonde hair like the finest silk.

She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and such a simple action made Alice feel as happy as if she were sinking into the warm sunshine.

"At first, Alice didn't understand the meaning of this action."

"But the master taught me a lot."

It is precisely because of the ray of light in the darkness that people yearn for more light.

It was the encounter with Roy that made Alice, who had never had any expectations for the future, feel the so-called warmth for the first time and began to yearn for more.

Even though she was a maid, even though she was a saint, she had already received a lot, but only his figure, his voice, and his breath could not satisfy Alice, and she could not stop craving for more.

.

"Alice knows that maids shouldn't be disrespectful to their masters, and saints shouldn't violate their purity. But, really, those things don't matter..."

Facing the light that was within reach, at this moment, she could no longer deceive herself.

Alice raised her head, her cheeks flushed with shame, and she used all her strength to squeeze out a mosquito-like whisper of her feelings: "Alice wants to be your girl and give everything to you."

Then, a breeze blew.

The pure white bathrobe falls to the ankles, revealing the flawless beauty.

The bright moonlight, the dim candlelight, and the silvery glow cast a hazy dream on the platinum girl, and the holy atmosphere creates a pure and beautiful look.

The girl, as pure as an angel and more beautiful than an iris, bloomed tenderly to her only lover, and then floated into his arms with the wind.

"Master... No, Roy, don't you want to?"

Do not want?

Even a thought is impossible.

My heart was beating like crazy and my head was burning.

Roy's breathing was trembling.

The body's instinctive desire is certainly true.

But what really touched his soul and shattered his concerns was the girl's most innocent feelings.

Faced with the most sincere devotion from your loved one, even a hint of hesitation at this moment would be a violation of this love.

Of course I want you.

The overly hot breath had long made it impossible to express it in words, so Roy turned this passionate emotion into action and kissed the girl's lips.

Alice's eyes widened slightly, but then became moist and soft, and she sank into it.

After a silent kiss, both of them lost their breathing.

Alice turned into a greedy puppy and couldn't help but pounce forward, clumsily offering lips softer than flower petals again and again, letting the blush on her cheeks spread.

Responding positively to the girl's cute gesture, Roy also hurriedly threw off the burden on his body.

The well-defined muscles were covered with burns of holy light. Any slightly intense activity would bring the goddess' wrath and bone-eating pain.

But all this receded like the tide in Alice's flawless embrace.

The two of them fell onto the bed.

The neat sheets were tangled, and the iris petals fell like angel feathers in the pure holy fire.

As a long, clear silver bell rang, Alice frowned.

The moonlight flickered, casting two lines of pearl-like tears on the girl's face, which seemed to be in pain but more like joy.

Even so, she still hugged the boy's hot body tightly, not wanting to let go for even a second.

"Does it hurt?" Roy stopped moving.

He felt a little distressed.

There was no answer, Alice just shook her head silently.

Then, she slightly opened her lips and used trembling breaths to seek comfort that was more direct than words.

Shallow and short.

Deep and long.

Intertwined with breathing is body temperature, and closely connected with heartbeat is the soul.

At this moment, we are no longer separate.

Pure white holy light slowly emanated, outlining the wings of an angel.