I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 313

Chapter 19: Enchantment

The young boy spun casually, the giant scythe in his hand disappearing into thin air, and a trace of blood color in his dark eyes also vanished.

Typically, spellcasters aren’t good at close combat, and necromancy is one of the most extreme types.

A Sequence 7 necromancer, if controlling powerful undead creatures, coupled with a swarm tactics and unpredictable extraordinary tools, would give even a Sequence 6 a run for their money.

However, the moment the opponent injured Alice, his fate was sealed.

Roy held nothing back and unleashed Enchantment with all his might.

Compared to the Dragon’s Might, which only interrupts an opponent’s actions for a brief moment, Enchantment lasts for over ten seconds. The former halts physical movement, the latter attacks the mind to interrupt spellcasting.

Both have their uses.

For a spellcaster, Enchantment is a natural nemesis.

Any magic ability requires the caster’s concentration; once the mind is disrupted, they become vulnerable.

Just now, Roy didn’t even need to engage with those undead creatures; he confidently walked through the dense mass of corpses without a care, lifting the giant scythe as if it were a one-sided execution instead of a battle.

The actors were already dumbfounded. Only a few extraordinary beings were astonished, unable to comprehend how a young boy had turned a necromancer capable of summoning countless terrifying undead into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But the battle wasn’t as easy as they thought.

Unlike the Dragon’s Might, which only required releasing bloodline pressure, Enchantment was a type of blood magic that demanded a significant amount of blood.

In fact, within just ten seconds, Roy had already lost one-fifth of his blood, his face turning slightly pale.

But every power comes with its price, and being able to dominate a Sequence 7 mage, Enchantment certainly delivered in combat effectiveness.

In fact, he was quite satisfied.

As the caster, Roy also saw the illusion in Kalman’s eyes.

Thank goodness, Enchantment didn’t require sacrificing his looks to play his own adult film, but instead depicted the deepest desires in his opponent’s heart.

Roy didn’t want to see some creepy old guy getting hot and bothered over him; otherwise, even if he won the battle, he’d be left with some indelible mental scars…

But regardless, he had won.

Roy picked up the eerie staff and stored it in his magic ring.

A powerful extraordinary weapon capable of summoning mythological creature remnants was priceless.

It could be a family heirloom even for minor nobles. For a major noble family like his, it was an undeniable strategic weapon.

Regardless of whether it might come in handy, he decided to hoard it for now.

Then, Roy returned to Alice’s side.

The girl was sitting on the ground, looking up but with downcast eyes, hesitating to speak: “Master, I…”

Her disheartened appearance made Roy’s face change instantly.

Had she sustained an injury somewhere?

Or was she left with emotional scars after such a brutal battle?

To his surprise, the little maid said, “Sorry, not only did I fail to help you, but I also ruined your newly bought clothes.”

Alice looked at her tattered sleeves with a sigh.

“What’s with that nonsense? Without you holding that guy back, I wouldn’t have been able to lead so many people to safety. Besides, breaking through a Sequence 7 opponent at the last minute? You did more than well enough.”

Hearing this, Alice’s eyes brightened instantly: “Really?”

But Roy firmly pressed her head down, his tone suddenly serious: “However, you overexerted yourself.”

His gaze fell on her right arm, where through the tattered sleeve, he could faintly see a barely noticeable scratch.

Even thinking back to the moment Alice was struck by the bone claws made Roy’s heart race.

Noticing his gaze, the girl timidly shrank back her hand slightly: “It’s just a small injury, it’s nothing.”

To her, as long as she could help her master and earn his praise, this minor injury truly wasn’t a big deal.

But Roy still held Alice’s hand, looking at the wound that was healing yet still clearly visible, and couldn’t help but softly ask, “Does it hurt?”

“…Not anymore.”

Roy knew full well that the Seraph‘s Holy Light had tremendous healing abilities, yet that didn’t change the fact that the girl had been injured.

Despite the smoke and chaos, just imagining Alice covered in blood made him heartbroken.

Roy embraced the girl in his arms and whispered in her ear, “Listen, next time don’t take such risks. Your safety always comes first, no matter what.”

“Mm.” Alice obediently responded.

Despite being lectured, Alice strangely didn’t mind it, instead quietly hugging back, soaking in his warmth.

Speaking of which, there were similar scenes in “The Gray Maid,” where after the male lead hugs the female, she returns the embrace and then starts gazing at his lips.

The girl in Roy’s arms quietly lifted her head, staring at the boy’s lips, her heart racing uncontrollably, like a little deer jumping around, utterly entranced, just like that maid.

Oh no, this cursed, sickening smell of romance between mortals! In the corner, Kalman, who still had a breath left, cursed inwardly upon hearing their distant conversation.

But he had to be grateful that thanks to those lovesick fools, he now had a glimmer of hope for escape.

No creature is better at playing dead than undead beings—they don’t need to breathe or have a heartbeat. As long as they don’t cast spells, their presence is indistinguishable from that of a corpse.

Maybe the scythe was just too sharp, or Kalman’s body was too frail; in any case, before the blood magic could completely obliterate him, his body was cleaved in two.

This allowed his upper half to narrowly escape the clutches of blood magic.

His remaining upper body was continuously disintegrating from the prior impacts of Holy Light and blood magic, injuries deep enough to see bone, as if he had soaked in a bath of sulfuric acid.

But he still had a sliver of hope!

As long as he could escape, there would still be a chance for revenge one day!

That damn False King’s blood! Next time, he would repay this humiliation in person, turning that blonde girl into a specimen for him to dissect!

Cursing under his breath, Kalman struggled, inching towards the shadows.

Unfortunately, just then, he felt a gaze from behind.

“Wait a second, that guy seems to still be alive—I’ll go take care of him.”

“No need for you to trouble yourself, this is something I can handle.”

“Em… that’s true, after all, Holy Light works better on undead, right? Just remember to cut off the head properly.”

“Mm!”

Kalman almost cursed aloud.

Are you guys demons?

Why can this freshly smitten couple say such chilling words casually?!

“Wait, no need.”

Though he didn’t know why the other suddenly changed their mind, Kalman couldn’t afford to think too much.

The old man who had escaped death used up his final ounce of strength, finally managing to stretch his bony hand into the shadows.

Then, a large boot came crashing down on his head.

What met his eyes was a face with a hooked nose, eyes filled with fierce malice.

The Red Mage smiled sinisterly: “Where do you think you’re going, Cultist?”