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

One of their hands was intertwined, and the girl let the other hold her cheek, like an iris blown by the golden morning breeze, falling into the boy's arms.

The dawn gradually rises, awakening the life of the city.

Pure white doves spread their wings, children selling newspapers flocked to the streets, pedestrians began to flow, and the awakening city spoke of the beauty of ordinary things.

The dawn stained the quiet church with golden holiness.

At this golden moment, the boy and girl bathed in the morning light kissed each other, leaving the most beautiful mark of body and soul.

After a kiss.

The girl was shy and timid, but she hugged the boy's body lovingly.

How could Roy ignore such an adorable look?

However, just as Roy was about to indulge in the fragrance of the irises and respond to the girl's tenderness, he suddenly heard a sour and deep groan from behind him.

"You look pretty good. It's not fun to get up so early."

Roy was shocked.

Only then did he realize that there were four girls standing in a row behind him.

"You, when did you guys..."

Lyanna lowered her head in mock sadness. "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Nia, on the other hand, put on an affectionate look, held her cheek, and pouted: "Even if you are a god, you can't take my angel away."

numb!

Hasn't this been here since the beginning?! So you've been peeping here the whole time!

Roy wanted to find a hole to crawl into after hearing the shameful words repeated in front of him.

The little maid had already fainted from embarrassment, and she threw herself into his arms, her whole body limp.

"Tsk tsk, he's not even afraid of God for a girl. The caring guardian knight makes me a little moved." Nia stared at the two of them, her eyebrows slightly raised, and she couldn't help laughing.

"It's not just Alice."

Roy looked back at the four girls in front of him, suppressed his shame, and said seriously: "I will protect all of you."

All four of them were stunned.

Nia scratched her cheek, her ears twitching slightly as she smiled sweetly.

Lyanna lost her usual playfulness and seemed to calm down and take in the meaning behind the boy's words.

Jon Snow held his chest, looking no different from usual, except that his icy blue eyes were shining with a light they had never seen before.

The red-haired princess' cheeks flushed slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up, but she forced it down, put her hands on her hips, and turned her head away rudely.

"Don't think you can get rid of us just by talking nicely!"

Roy laughed: "Then what does Your Highness want?"

"Only by proving it with actions can a man show his sincerity, right?"

The arrogance on Charlotte's face disappeared in a second, and she raised her chin and walked forward slowly, looking like a cute cat seeking favor.

Before she could get forward, the elf girl leaped past her, as light as a bird.

But this time Charlotte was prepared, and she attacked like a tiger, hugging her waist from behind.

No matter how light a bird is, it cannot wrestle with a lion.

"Hey!"

"Hey, you bastard, don't think you can sneak attack this time...?!"

Just as the two were arguing, the witch with loose curly hair came forward quietly.

Just like tasting wine, she elegantly and seductively took the boy's lips in front of them.

Charlotte and Nia were both stunned, and then they were furious at the same time: "Lyanna?! *2"

"What's wrong?" Lyanna blinked, pretending to be clueless. She smiled charmingly, "Prove your sincerity with actions, didn't you say that?"

"You guys are just dawdling, who can you blame?"

Charlotte grabbed Nia's fruit fiercely, wishing she could tear it apart: "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, I would have..."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying this?!" Nia pressed her head, wanting to cry but unable to: "If you hadn't gotten in the way, I would have succeeded a long time ago!"

The two men pushed each other and moved towards Roy with difficulty.

But I saw silver hair falling like snow.

He was one step ahead of them, advancing aggressively like a silver wolf, but at the moment their lips touched, he transformed into a dark blue rose made of ice, generously bestowing upon the young man the icy beauty of the high mountains that should have been out of reach for everyone.

Then, Jon Snow put his arm around the boy and looked back quietly: "Only children would compete for the first place."

Yarn! Then what are you grabbing for?!

The continuous kisses were like intoxicating wine, almost making Roy dizzy.

Seeing that the boy was completely immersed in their fragrance and couldn't come back to his senses, Nia was almost crying in anxiety.

"Let go, you flat-chested bastard!"

"Don't let it go!"

Charlotte's eyes were also red and her face was full of grief. She hugged him even harder than before: "Things have come to this. Even if I can't be number one, I can't be number two!"

"Can you be a human being?! You're just trying to trick me, right?!"

The warm morning sun, the fresh breeze, and the noise of the girls are all dyed with soft gold.

All these ordinary yet beautiful things made Roy sincerely happy. He raised the corners of his mouth inadvertently and indulged in this golden moment.

Chapter 1: The Saint Wants to Be Alone

Under Theresa's leadership, the reconstruction of White Harbor went very smoothly.

The contribution of the Saint of White Harbor is indispensable in this regard.

Although her original intention was just for Roy, Alice did take on the responsibility of a saint.

Go to the reconstruction front in person to purify the remaining filth of the [School of the Undead], or go to the district church to treat the wounded.

Even if we put aside the power of the Holy Light of the Sequence 5 [Angel], the fact that the Saint herself was willing to share the joys and sorrows with them was enough to win everyone's love.

Roy sometimes worried about the girl's hard work: "Actually, you don't have to go to every scene and do it yourself. It's okay to direct your subordinates to do the work."

Alice's power is indeed extraordinary. She can easily wipe out the evil undead spirits that ordinary priests would have to spend a lot of time chanting to purify.

But the current situation is not so critical that she needs to go to the front line in person, so asking other priests to take action will be the same.

"Just as the Master brought happiness to Alice, Alice also wants to bring happiness to everyone within her ability. For a saint, this is natural, right?"

Stained with blood, she still showed a flawless expression. In Roy's opinion, the angelic girl was worthy of the worship of her believers.

But sometimes being too popular is not a good thing.

The reconstruction work came to an end, and on the day of returning home, a crowd of believers as far as the eye could see blocked the church door, and they were reluctant to let Alice go no matter what.

"Lady Saint! How can we live without you?!"

The famous saying that was once widely circulated among some fanatical believers has now become the consensus of the people of White Harbor.

To the knights, Alice is a paladin who leads by example and slays evil spirits; to the priests, Alice is a well-mannered, cold and holy clergyman; to more believers of the Holy Light, Alice personally heals their wounds, prays for their peace, and truly contributes to the reconstruction of White Harbor.

Whether Liz is a good leader remains to be discussed, but at least she will not be as arrogant as the East Continent Church and ignore their lives.

The Saint brought not only glory but also warmth to White Harbor.

Even Sister Theresa herself had the feeling of an old grandmother who was reluctant to part with her darling granddaughter, and said that Alice didn't need to rush to leave and could stay for a while longer.

Roy has gained some experience now.

He is worthy of being the destined protagonist of the original work. Everyone loves him and flowers bloom wherever he goes. I am not kidding.

But it's not just you who can't live without Alice!

I really can't live without her!

Just as the West cannot lose Jerusalem, Roy now cannot sleep without holding his little angel.

Fortunately, Roy didn't suffer for too long.

Because the Saint Lady personally stepped in and dealt with all the believers.

"Everyone, Alice is still young and inexperienced, and she still has a lot to learn. Even as a saint, she cannot neglect her studies. Therefore, I must return."

"On the day of returning to school, Alice will not forget you all and will pray for the Saint to bless you with happiness."

So saying, the girl, trailing the holy robe with white background and gold edges, held her chest and offered the most sincere prayer for the people of White Harbor under the blue sky and white clouds!

"Woo woo woo! Did you hear that? Lady Saint has me in her heart!"

"Don't even think about taking it all for yourself! It's clear that we are in her heart! The Saint Lady has us in her heart!"

The believer who had just been clinging to him and was desperate to die became extremely satisfied and looked sacred the next second.

Not wanting to delay the Saint's studies, the crowd retreated obediently, making way for the Pure White Horse's carriage.

However, the academy was not peaceful either.

The familiar academy came into view, but Roy and the others never expected that a crowd similar to that at White Harbor was already waiting there.

Although it is not as crowded as the one in White Harbor, it is still enough to block the entrance of the college.

After all, the belief in Holy Light is widely spread. Even if we put aside the international students in the East Continent, there are still a considerable number of believers in the West Continent.

And their fanaticism is no less than that of the people of White Harbor.

Just think about it, their classmate is actually a saint, and some of them even have the privilege of studying with her in class, or just chatting and laughing with her in their spare time. How can they not be crazy?!

Not to mention the students, even the teachers would go crazy!

See? My student is a Saint, so rounding it off, doesn't that mean I'm also a Saint Teacher?!

In this warm atmosphere, Alice's college life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Every morning, classmates dressed as nuns would come to her to do her bidding and would never leave her side.

In class, no one dared to fight her at full strength anymore—even though her Sequence 5 strength was already far superior to her peers, but before Alice could even make a move, the opponent had already turned 720 degrees upside down, not even giving her a chance to attack.

Even if the little maid went to the street to buy vegetables, believers would prepare vegetables and fruits in advance, and offerings would usually be prepared for her in advance.

The most exaggerated thing is that after learning that Alice and Roy lived in a small house in a self-built area, the believers could not sit still and raised funds to build a church for her!

No matter how indifferent Alice was, her eyebrows finally began to tremble as she looked at the huge building whose prototype was completed overnight.

"Please stop!"

"Even if you are a saint, you don't need to enjoy excessive privileges, and you don't need to waste your time serving you at all times!"

Alice rarely showed a trace of anger, and she scolded coldly: "Your interruption is not worth being happy about, in fact, the opposite!"

To be honest, compared to the rage of a certain princess or the ridicule of a certain witch, Alice's temper is even a little soft.

But if she is given the title of saint, everything will be completely different.

The saint's rebuke is like a divine punishment for believers.

Many people even bowed their heads on the spot and begged for forgiveness tremblingly.

Since then, the believers in the academy have finally restrained themselves and no longer offend Alice's private life.

The church originally built for Alice has also become a public facility for use by teachers and students of the college.

It has to be said that although the identity of a saint seems glamorous, it is actually very hard. She has to deal with endless believers every day, which is a considerable burden even for Alice.

Only when she was alone would Alice relax a little, take off her holy robes, put on a maid's outfit, free herself from the attention that a saint received, let go of the tense nobility and holiness in her body, and lazily lie on the sofa.

To be exact, he collapsed beside Roy.

Whenever this happened, Roy would come forward and stroke her head to relieve her fatigue of the day.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

"Being loved by everyone isn't as good as you think."

The girl nodded slightly in obedience, then moved forward limply and fell on Roy.