I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 306

Chapter 12: The Red Mage and the Undead

Leanna stood before Malfoy, gracefully lifting her long brown skirt in a dignified curtsey.

“Leanna greets you, my lord.”

“I understand your concerns, and I trust your strength. However, according to the rules, this is a task jointly executed by the Academy and the Society. If we withdraw early, it would disgrace the Academy.”

“Moreover…”

Leanna lifted her red lips in a slight smile, exuding elegance and grace.

“The opportunity to witness excellent red mages take action is quite rare, you know.”

Upon hearing this, all the red mages present felt a sense of pride, with some even blushing with embarrassment.

Only Malfoy’s expression darkened slightly.

Enchantment magic. And the means of casting it was exceptionally subtle!

Most magical extraordinary abilities require incantations or specific gestures, but the opponent managed to cast a spell right under his nose without him noticing until it was too late.

Leanna.

Even Malfoy, who usually looked down on the little punks from the Academy, had heard of this name.

Of course, being in Sequence 7 or the Student Council President was merely a glamorous title.

Fame is often not accompanied by real ability.

But seeing her secretive casting techniques today, and considering the girl’s position in Sequence 7 while being bold enough to face his extraordinary presence, Malfoy couldn’t help but feel a bit wary of the brown-haired girl before him.

The growth of an extraordinary being relies on experience and resources; few accomplish this through self-teaching, especially for mages.

A successful extraordinary being is usually supported by a certain faction.

Heaven knows which force the girl is backed by.

“Come if you wish, but I warn you, don’t recklessly interfere with my business.”

Malfoy coldly huffed, turning away and leading the fellow red mages into the museum.

Only then did Kreya finally let out a big sigh of relief, tears filling her eyes as she rushed to Kreya.

“President! You finally came! That hooked-nosed guy is so scary, waaaah!”

Leanna turned to her with a calm, icy expression.

“Kreya, you really are useless.”

“Eh?!”

“Just kidding.” Leanna raised her smile again, turning back into the gentle and dignified Student Council President.

Kreya chuckled stupidly: “I told you, the president wouldn’t be that mean.”

“Well, I’ve pretty much gotten used to the fact that Kreya is a waste.”

“President?!”

“Just kidding. Alright, let’s hurry inside with them.”

Leanna and the group of students followed the steps of the red mages.

Upon entering the museum, a bone-chilling wave of extraordinary energy washed over them, as if they had stepped into a bottomless ice cellar.

Kreya, hiding behind Leanna, instantly changed her expression.

She leaned close to Leanna’s ear and whispered, “By the way, President, do we really have to come along with them?”

“That hooked-nosed old guy could handle the priest by himself, right?”

In fact, the Red Star had previously clashed with the cult’s priest and achieved significant victories, making them one of the most active mages in fighting cultists.

Without preparation, cult priests usually only reach Sequence 7.

It was relatively rare to encounter someone like Roy, who faced two at a time, one blessed with blood from one of the Seven Heavenly Dragons, and another fortified with a massive barrier.

However, after hearing Kreya, Leanna’s gaze turned chilly as she chuckled in a way that seemed mocking.

“Not necessarily.”

“The means of a cultist can’t simply be measured by strength alone.”

“Let’s look forward to the performance of the Red Mage.”

The brown-haired girl narrowed her eyes, letting out a soft, cold laugh, like a snake hissing.

That lack of mirth in her eyes was colder and more terrifying than the extraordinary energy swirling in the air, making Kreya tremble involuntarily.

They faced no obstruction as they arrived at the third floor of the museum.

In the darkness, a frail, skeletal old man, who looked as if he could break apart at any moment, was gazing at them with hollow eyes.

The air grew increasingly cold, with gray frost tainting their breathing.

Only Malfoy was unperturbed, striding forward as if he didn’t regard the old man at all.

“What should I say? Brave or foolish? Knowing that our Society is in the midst of a large-scale hunt for cultists, you dare to crash into the Academy City at this time, even appearing in the city openly…”

“Don’t underestimate people, cultist!”

Malfoy shouted angrily, red starlight flaring up beside him, and the overwhelming extraordinary energy immediately dispelled the chill in the air.

The Sequence 6 extraordinary energy stood as an unassailable wall, boosting the morale of all present, banishing their fear of the cold.

However, the frail old man merely shook his head.

“To fulfill our long-cherished wish, death is not to be regretted.”

“Indeed, you have ulterior motives. Now spill it, and I’ll give you a quick end.”

The old man opened his parched lips, a cold and mocking tone emerging from his empty mouth: “You are too overconfident.”

“Heh, are you trying to make me laugh? A mere source-level four fallen being, equivalent to Sequence 7, daring to appear before me? Isn’t that you being overconfident?”

“I’ve personally slain priests from All Things Wither and Blood Worship, why do you think you’re any exception?”

While boasting, Malfoy secretly gestured to his subordinates.

Receiving the signal, the group quietly dispersed, surrounding the cultist in a special formation.

If it came to serious blows, a typical Sequence 7 wouldn’t last a single strike against a Sequence 6.

Yet the cultist’s means were peculiar; even someone as proud as Malfoy had to be cautious and called for extra mages as backup.

The old man suddenly sighed.

“Sad.”

“Judging strength by bloodline level is indeed a foolish notion held by mere mortals like you.”

The old man suddenly flung his arms wide, his deep eyes emanating an eerie green evil light.

“Very well, let me, Kalman, show you the might of my lord—”

Before Kalman could finish, crimson light burst forth beneath the feet of the mages.

The light connected, forming the combat formation most commonly used by red mages.

With the formation established, Malfoy had no need to waste time talking to the cultist any longer. He raised his hand for an attack.

The crimson dots transformed into a torrential downpour in an instant, engulfing the frail figure.

In the next moment, an explosion erupted, causing Kreya and the other students to gasp in surprise.

Countless light points erupted in a thunderous roar; each explosion was not particularly powerful, but when combined with hundreds of them, it was as striking as a fireworks display.

The old man was sent soaring through the sky without a doubt, continuously fluttering in the blaze and explosion, ultimately crashing down to the ground like a ragged cloth.

He had lost an arm, and his lower body had turned to ashes.

“Wow, amazing! As expected of Sequence 6, one hit took him down!” Even Kreya, who had doubts about Malfoy, couldn’t help but murmur in awe.

Malfoy unknowingly raised the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself, the little girl really has no experience.

He looked down upon his opponent with disdain and declared proudly, “The All Things Wither can heal the body; the Blood Worship can defend with blood. You should have some means as well, right?”

“If you don’t let me see them soon, you might not get the chance.”

Once again, crimson dots gathered around Malfoy, resembling countless flying fire crows.

However, at that moment, the heavily injured old man began to laugh nonchalantly.

“Youngster, don’t be too overzealous. In the presence of my lord’s divine might, your power is meaningless!”

Creaking sounds echoed from all directions.

In the darkness, countless pairs of eerie green eyes began to glow.