As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

As if there was some force pushing behind him, Antoine quickened his pace.

Think again of some of the rumors that have been circulating in the market recently:

A fox suddenly walked past people, holding a piece of yellow cloth in its mouth, and even uttered human words: The empire is prosperous, the princess is king!

A fish seller, when he cut open the belly of a fish, actually took out a piece of brocade silk and wrote a letter: When the noble dies, everything will be prosperous, and when the princess is king, the world will be peaceful!

A stone man was dug out from the bottom of the Seine...

The more Antoine thought about it, the paler his face became.

Dolores, she really might want to be the Queen of Granville.

No, that's not right.

Not just a queen.

The rise of empire?

Could it be that she wants to build Granville into a huge empire? She wants to be... the queen!

Antoine had never even thought about this thought, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Let's think about what Dolores has done recently. After she received the support of a large number of soldiers, she did not stop in the royal city. Instead, she led the army to the border to support those territories that were attacked by black beasts and young gods.

All those who survived were grateful to Dolores, and the princess gained the support of many nobles in remote areas.

Not to mention, there were even armies from other places that took the initiative to join Dolores without recruiting her, making the forces around Dolores become stronger and stronger.

Damn, are these soldiers crazy? Don't they have any loyalty as soldiers? A bunch of shameless bitches.

The more Antoine thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his speed increased again.

If I can reach an agreement with the church, I still have a chance to make a comeback.

As long as the Dawn Goddess Church is willing to fully support itself, it will be completely fine even if the Dawn Goddess Church is allowed to preach at will within the kingdom in the future. He is even willing to rule the country together with the Dawn Goddess Church, as long as he can keep his throne.

To achieve this level of covenant, marriage has always been a good way.

In fact, in Antoine's mind, Saint Christian should be regarded as the most suitable marriage partner.

First of all, the status of the great saint is respected enough to represent at least half of the church.

Secondly, the Great Saint is powerful enough and can also be used to contain Arianna.

However, the great saint is the wife of the vice-pope.

And he happened to not like wives, nor did he like women older than him... This was Antoine's psychological shadow. This shadow came from his affair with a marquise when he was sixteen. He saw the terror of mature women. !

Excluding the Great Saint Christian, the White Saint Irelia seems to be the best choice.

This White Saint is a being who has suddenly emerged in the Church of the Dawn Goddess in recent times. It is said that she was originally just a village girl living in a small remote rural place like Larnaca City.

Larnaca was also the first city to be attacked by black beasts and young gods.

Just a month ago, a beast disaster broke out in the city next to Larnaca. Sister Irelia, a companion around her, and another female knight led a group of people to support them.

In that war, Sister Irelia killed more than three hundred black beasts with her own hands.

Because of her long silver hair, she was called the White Saint by those believers.

The companions around Irelia also got the name of a bloody nun because of their long bright red hair. It is said that this bloody nun was even more cruel, and every black beast was chopped into meat paste.

Really, it’s so devoid of the decency of the upper class.

This kind of dirty work should be left to my subordinates.

It is said that the three women even joined forces to kill a young god and solve the disaster in the city next door.

The Great Saint Christian seems to be consciously trying to establish a new image in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and is preparing to let Irelia serve as the long-vacant Saint.

Once Irelia becomes a true saint, the name of the White Saint will be worthy of her name.

In fact, Antoine doesn't think much of women from small rural areas. They are vulgar and do not understand etiquette. It even makes Antoine feel unseemly to let such women become his princes and concubines.

But, for the sake of the throne, I endured it.

Bah, bah, bah...

Along with the sound of hurried footsteps, Antoine's figure had entered the church. At this moment, a figure walked out of the church.

The long silver-white hair shines with a hazy and dreamlike beauty under the sunlight.

The pure white nun's robe highlights her well-proportioned figure.

The crimson eyes were like pure gems, revealing an enchanting beauty.

And that otherworldly, dreamlike, pretty face.

Silver hair and red eyes?

Is this the White Saint?

In an instant, Antoine's heart moved.

Such a beautiful woman, even compared to her younger sister Dolores, can't stand a chance.

I never expected that there would be such a beautiful woman in that remote countryside.

I originally felt that a village girl from the countryside, even if she had the status of a saint, was not worthy of my noble bloodline. But now, Antoine feels that... it is not unacceptable for him to marry such a woman as a prince and concubine.

After all, etiquette and temperament can be cultivated slowly, but that face is something you are born with... you cannot cultivate it the day after tomorrow.

He showed what he thought was the most gentlemanly smile on his face, puffed out his chest, and walked quickly towards Irelia.

With one arm across his chest, he made a standard gentleman's courtesy. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to grab Irelia's white and tender little hand and kiss her hand:

"Oh, beautiful lady, your..."

Swish!

Before Antoine's fingers touched Irelia's fingertips, a flash of scarlet suddenly flashed across her face.

Antoine's body instantly froze in place, feeling goosebumps all over his body, and an unbearable chill swept through his body.

On the tip of the middle finger of his outstretched right hand, a nail has fallen to the ground.

Dozens of guards nearby didn't even have time to react.

Just a little, just a little, his hand was gone.

"Don't touch her..."

Along with the indifferent voice, a tall figure appeared next to him. His long scarlet hair seemed to be emitting the smell of blood. In his hand was a scarlet long knife, which seemed to be covered with blood.

"No one can touch her except sir."

The panic gradually subsided.

Instead there was anger, and humiliation.

He was the eldest prince of Granville, and this was the first time someone dared to be so rude to him.

And, sir?

What the hell sir?

Could it be that the mysterious gentleman has already touched the White Saint? Sir, you can touch it, but you can’t?

When he thought of this, Antoine suddenly became more irritable.