I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 117

Chapter 114: The Gift of Dragon’s Blood

Roy couldn’t quite understand why the Cult seemed so obsessed with him.

But that wasn’t important.

If Leo truly wanted to become king, how could he just let the Cult run rampant? He urgently needed a trump card to rein them in.

He couldn’t miss this opportunity!

As Roy expected, a fleeting spark of eagerness flashed in Leo’s eyes. Ignoring Bruwen’s warnings, he squinted and looked over: “You mean you have a trump card to control the Cult?”

“Talk is cheap; maybe you’re just scared for your life, trying to save yourself.”

Leo’s face was cold and indifferent, his words casual.

But attitude wasn’t what mattered; actions did.

At the moment he didn’t make an immediate move, Roy realized he had bitten the bait.

“Survival is human instinct; I don’t deny that. As for evidence, once Your Highness captures me, you can verify for yourself.” Roy spread his arms, finding it somewhat amusing: “We’re both in your hands now, do you think we can just run away?”

“Your Highness wants to kill me, likely out of fear of the Ainbrad family’s power, but imprisoning me would achieve the same result, wouldn’t it?”

Leo raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression strange: “Are you begging for mercy?”

Roy replied with certainty: “Survival is human instinct; I’m no different.”

Compared to the Cult, being beside the second prince felt safer.

At least on the surface, there were plenty of knights, and with Leo of Sequence 6 leading the charge, they had the advantage.

Moreover, the Cult was a pack of cannibals, impossible to negotiate with; falling into their hands would at best leave him with skin missing. But Leo could negotiate terms.

In short, avoiding the Cult for now and figuring out the rest later seemed the best plan.

Though Charlotte bit her lip, seemingly reluctant, she remained silent, clearly understanding this point as well.

After all, Leo was her brother; if she pleaded for him, perhaps it really could save Roy’s life?

The girl gave Roy a slight nod.

Confirming Charlotte’s agreement, Roy immediately put forth his terms: “As long as you can guarantee my safety, I’m willing to turn allegiance and reveal the secrets the Cult fears about me!”

In the world of noble circles, there are no eternal hatreds, only eternal interests. On this level, Leo was indeed a standout among nobles.

Leo had long felt wary of the unmanageable crazies in the Cult; if it weren’t for needing to relocate the half-dragon to control the Lionheart King, why would he ever cooperate with them?

Controlling Roy and Charlotte was far easier than controlling the countless half-dragons in the Cult.

Leo subtly glanced at Charlotte, secretly exhaling in relief.

After all, they were siblings.

He could harden his heart, but some bloodshed wasn’t necessary.

Using Roy to keep the Cult in check, while using Charlotte to control Roy. Everything was under his command!

After a moment of thought, Leo smiled slightly at Roy: “Very well, you’ve made the right choice.”

As the two nobles smiled amicably at each other, Bruwen was instantly furious.

These filthy, foolish nobles! They could be so shameless for the sake of profit! Just a moment ago they were fighting to the death, and now they looked like close brothers!

“Leo Reinhardt! You can’t back out!”

“Back out? You were the schemers from the start!”

The knights surged forth, keeping an eye on Roy and Charlotte while holding their swords as a solid shield against the Cult!

“You can explain why, having the sacrificial Rean Raymond, you still have your eyes fixed on Roy?” Leo asked, his tone cool.

Upon hearing this, Roy felt more reassured.

Leo was testing the waters.

If the Cult didn’t let go, it would only prove their fear of him. There was no way Leo would hand himself over to them.

If the Cult actively retreated, that would be even better. Falling into Leo’s hands was far better than into those of a Cult.

So Bruwen had no choice!

Bruwen realized this too, his expression shifting between fury and despair, gritting his teeth as if he were a fierce beast lured to its limit by blood.

“It seems Your Highness is dead set on stopping the Cult?”

With a fiery swirl in his hand, Leo swiped, creating a sword made of blazing red flames.

The roaring fire burned fiercely, radiating the sharpness and dominance of a king. The prince on his griffon, proud against the night, looked like a lion leading his soldiers forward!

“You should reverse that question, Cultist; are you dead set on seeking death?!”

The knights all raised their swords, surrounding Leo, their killing intent evident!

Leo’s followers weren’t just old soldiers who had hunted with him for years; there were plenty of battle-hardened Extraordinary Beings among them, their aura sharp as cold blades!

Even though the Cult’s followers gained strength and dragon scales from the power of their evil god, they wouldn’t get much advantage against the knights.

At the forefront, Leo had killed more than his fair share of cultists, and he was ready to strike without fear.

A brief silence fell.

Bruwen’s smiling face suddenly turned cold, his ghostly eyes igniting with a crimson blaze.

“Your Highness, it seems our cooperation ends here.”

Leo’s pupils constricted, and he bellowed, “Charge!”

The knights, responding to the command, moved like the wind, eager as hounds, bearing their fangs at the Cult!

But not a single knight made it across.

The black-robed figure merely parted their lips, incomprehensible mutterings echoing like a sinister wind.

“Cower, mortals, who are graced with the blood of my king! (Dragon Tongue)”

Flames ignited without warning from within every knight!

“Ahhh!”

“It’s the power of the evil god!”

“Your Highness! Help me!”

The screams melded into one, and the fierce knights became like matches, reduced to charred bones by the irresistible crimson fire!

No matter how brave and fearless they were, even the knights’ will had its limits. They didn’t even get a chance to fight back before collapsing in agony, consumed by the burning pain under Bruwen’s evil incantations!

Healing-type supernatural abilities had no effect; many knights were burned to a crisp, but worse still, their bodies twisted in the flames.

Accompanied by heart-wrenching wails, some knights’ flesh melted away, their bodies covered in ash-gray scales, their limbs twisted into claws, and ultimately their faces contorted into lizard-like forms.

Leo was all too familiar with this transformation.

It was the Half-Dragon!

This wasn’t Leo’s first experience with the Cult‘s methods, but seeing his long-time comrades turned to ashes like ants, struggling and howling in utter loss of dignity, infuriated him to the core.

After rage came a deep-seated fear.

The hand holding the flaming sword froze in mid-air, unable to strike down.

“What have you done?!”

Among the hoarse cries of the knights, Bruwen’s cruel laughter rang out, as if admiring a firework made of flesh and blood.

“It may be difficult to strike you directly, but for all these years, mixing the sacred blood of my king into your ranks has been no hard task!”