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

Interestingly, once she started this action, the girl was recharged, and the gloomy and depressed atmosphere gradually brightened and became vibrant again.

"Actually, Alice doesn't need so much attention."

The girl raised her head and rested her chin on Roy's shoulder, squinting her eyes slightly, like some small animal taking a nap in the afternoon, lazy and sweet: "Alice, as long as the master looks at me, it's enough."

While Roy felt heartwarming, he also found it a little funny: "If the believers heard this, they would cry, right?"

When Alice scolded those academy believers before, some of them actually cried.

"Alice doesn't hate them and hopes they can be happy."

"But the premise is that it won't disturb Alice and the master's life."

Roy was slightly stunned: "Is this why you are angry?"

The Saint of White Harbor in the eyes of the world, and also his little maid, pouted and said angrily, "Because if you make too much noise, you and your master won't be able to be alone together."

Chapter 2 Unity is a luxury

Looking at the girl's expression of attachment and reluctance, Roy suddenly understood.

It turns out that whether it was leaving White Harbor and insisting on returning to school, or not wanting to be disturbed by the believers in the academy, in the final analysis, it was not because of obsession with studies or tranquility.

To be precise, she was just obsessed with herself.

Only in front of him would the Saint relax her tense heartstrings in front of outsiders and turn into a docile golden retriever puppy.

Suddenly, Roy raised his head and kissed her forehead.

"Owner?"

"A little treat for you."

"so......"

Alice shyly lowered her head and nuzzled Roy's neck affectionately, her white-socked feet curling slightly, like a puppy's tail wagging in pleasure.

With the reward from her master, the saint's hard work became insignificant at this moment.

However, the golden retriever puppy, having tasted the candy, will not be satisfied with the shallow outer layer of sugar coating.

The girl raised her head, her eyes filled with watery blue, expressing a silent plea.

Roy couldn't stand being stared at all.

"Alice?"

"Reward, is this the only way?"

"Ugh?"

Alice's eyes dodged for a moment, but then she mustered up the courage to look over and pleaded weakly, "Can you think about it a little longer?"

The lips, smoother than the morning dew, were too shy to approach, and only trembled slightly, suggesting the girl's hesitant desire to speak.

Roy's breathing hitched for a moment.

Of course it is possible!

Then, he buried his head in a kiss.

What follows is a touch softer than petals and a hint of warm fragrance.

Like a marshmallow about to soften in the sun, it suddenly became soft, but still tightly wrapped around his neck, so sticky that he couldn't get rid of it.

Of course, Roy didn't want to get rid of it. He wished he could be wrapped in this warmth and sweetness for the rest of his life.

Ever since crossing that line, Alice is still a little shy, but she finally stopped suppressing her inner emotions and became more and more spoiled.

This is a good thing.

The only downside was that she became more and more adorable, making Roy's heartbeat increasingly unbearable.

After a kiss that was neither too long nor too short, the two of them just quietly immersed themselves in each other's breath, not wanting to do anything.

"By the way, I have to meet with the dean tomorrow morning to report the situation."

In fact, after recaptured Alice, Roy sent a letter to the Sage, reporting everything that had happened.

But some things still need to be discussed face to face.

The true meaning of the Holy Light Church, the future of the Western Continent, and most importantly, Alice.

The erosion of the goddess is a problem that even [Saint Sister] Theresa cannot resolve.

Theresa herself is not a core member of the church and cannot access the most profound secrets of the power of holy light. She has done her best to help Alice temporarily seal the erosion.

After much thought, only the Sage who rebuilt the Magician Society and led humanity to defeat the Demon King could find a way to deal with the power of the Goddess.

However, it was a rare day off, and Roy didn't want to make Alice work any extra hardship.

"If you're tired, Alice, it's okay to stay home and rest."

Alice shook her head: "Alice will go with you tomorrow."

"I told you it's okay if you don't go, okay?" Roy smiled wryly as his hand slid across the slender blond hair. "It's enough for me to pay a visit as the Saint's representative."

Alice enjoyed the boy's touch while trying her best to straighten her expression. "That's true, but the dean has helped us a lot, right? As the master's maid, I still need to express my gratitude."

"What's more..."

The blonde girl's eyes were bright and she said as if it was natural, "With the master by your side, Alice isn't tired at all, is she?"

Such endearing words warmed Roy's heart again, and he couldn't help but step forward and continue to savor the fragrance of the iris.

To be honest, this kid's mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter.

The next morning.

Roy and Alice knocked on the door of the dean's office.

"Please come in."

A breeze blew and the door opened.

Waiting in the room was the familiar old man Roy knew, with a kind face and deep eyes, like the bearded grandfather in all fantasy stories who combined kindness and wisdom.

Alice saluted first.

Wearing a neat college uniform did not diminish her elegance, but made her look more polite.

"Alice meets the dean."

"Thank you, Dean, for sending down your projection and helping me."

The Sage nodded slightly in return, "You are so kind, Saint Lady."

"Whether it's completing the trial or defeating the erosion, it's all thanks to you and Roy. What I did was just a tiny bit of help."

The girl chuckled: "It has nothing to do with that."

"To be able to accompany the master now is inseparable from the help of the dean. This is why Alice is grateful to you."

Booker didn't miss it, the girl subconsciously interlocked her fingers with the boy's hand.

Do the Saint's Trial and the Goddess's Power have to take precedence over being with him?

Many maids appear to be well-behaved and sensible, but their sincerity cannot be faked.

"I'm a little envious of you for meeting such a good kid." Booker glanced at Roy and raised the corner of his mouth playfully: "I really hope that a certain God can learn from her."

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched slightly.

Fortunately, Phoenix has not woken up yet, otherwise the Sage would not dare to be so presumptuous.

The legendary magician who saved the world was certainly respectable, but after being labeled as a lolita lover, Roy had to discount his respect for him by half.

"By the way, the Saint Lady just called him..."

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Alice's eyes trembled and she froze for a moment.

The sage had no intention of teasing Alice, but he cast a teasing look at Roy.

Young people still know how to play!

"It was fine if you let her call you that before, but now you're still letting her do that. Aren't you afraid that the believers will rush over and kill you?"

I'm scared! How could I not be scared?!

Roy gave the other person an awkward but polite smile in return.

Alice frowned slightly and said in a serious tone: "Alice will not allow them to meddle in other people's business."

"Even if a believer attacks the master, Alice will handle it for the master!"

The embarrassment disappeared, and Roy put on a smug expression, pressing the girl's shoulders, as if showing off.

Seeing this, the Sage suddenly felt a little jealous.

What a warm-hearted girl!

Do such angelic children really exist?

"I really hope that some foul-mouthed little firebird who only knows how to laugh at others can learn from you."

"Master Dean?"

"nothing."

Roy felt ashamed after hearing this.

Just because the Phoenix hasn't woken up yet, [Sage] Booker really let himself go!

After a brief chat, Roy reviewed the intelligence he had obtained with Booker.

Angel's discovery, Rowling's death, the Saint's secret, and a series of actions of the Church of Holy Light in White Harbor.

Listening to all this in silence, the [Sage] seemed calm, but his grey eyes were deep and turbulent, brewing a raging storm.

"So, knowing full well that the [World-Destroying Disaster] is real, the so-called salvation of the world is just a lie fabricated by the Pope?"

"I've long known that the Pope couldn't be trusted, but I never imagined he would be so obsessed with his own selfish desires, even resorting to the use of a cult. Now that I think about it, when we were fighting the demons with all our might, he had already been plotting for that unspeakable secret for a long time."

"It is indeed a luxury to expect humanity to unite."

Sighing like this, the gray-haired old man looked more lonely than ever before.

Chapter 3: The Road to Godhood

The old man's face sank into shadow, appearing gloomy and weathered, without the wisdom and peace of the past. He looked like a decayed old man lost in the night.

It is hard to imagine that a great magician who has almost reached the pinnacle of his extraordinary journey would be hit to such an extent.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A few short coughs made Booker's face look even uglier.

Ok?

This finally made Roy notice something strange.

After all, a Sage who has experienced hundreds of years wouldn't be devastated to this extent, right?

Rather than a mental breakdown, this is more like...

"Master Dean, are you injured?"

Booker was startled, then he straightened his back and waved his hand: "It's just a minor injury."

"Just a small price to pay for high-level projection."

After reaching a high level, you can create power projection.

The projection can only exert one-tenth or one-twelfth of the power of the original body, but the power consumed to condense the projection itself is far more than that.

To put it bluntly, condensed projection has a very low cost-effectiveness in terms of power consumption, and it also requires reliance on special media. This trick is more of a last resort.

That being said, something is not right with the Sage.

High-level projections consume a portion of their power, and if destroyed, they would suffer significant damage. However, the Sage's projections naturally consumed their power, so there shouldn't be such significant aftereffects.

You know, more than half a month has passed since the battle, and even Carl has almost recovered, but the current condition of the Sage is obviously not right.

Roy said with concern: "Master Dean, you know that Alice and I are not ordinary mid-level extraordinary people. If you need help, please feel free to ask."