I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 411

Chapter 118: Secret Rendezvous

The fierce battle during the day left the mage’s troops with significant losses.

Especially in terms of high-end combat power, two members from Sequence 6 were killed, and the only remaining Malfoy was not in top condition. The only mid-tier Extraordinary Being left was Leanna.

Under such circumstances, if Diabolus showed up, they would all be doomed, with no time to escape.

Sequence 5 was hailed for its ability to take on thousands, and it was no joke when it came to dealing with regular troops and low-tier Extraordinary Beings.

However, Roy had to deal with the reverse命 node and stay behind.

But to Malfoy, that meant something different.

He actually agreed to it so readily?

Aren’t Adventurers supposed to cherish their lives?

“Mr. Sword Demon, can you really do this? You’re so seriously wounded…”

Roy was about to agree when he caught the doubt flashing in Malfoy’s eyes and instantly shut his mouth.

Not good, this guy doubts me!

It makes sense; normal Adventurers fear death, and there’s no reason to risk their lives for money. What I’m doing is a bit too abnormal.

So Roy had to respond with a serious tone: “That said, this situation is special.”

“The Demon Race is a grave enemy of humanity. As an Extraordinary Being, how can I back down in humanity’s time of peril? Mr. Malfoy, there’s no need for concern; sacrificing for humanity is my duty!”

Such a righteous response moved Malfoy.

The Adventurers he had encountered before were all profit-driven, quick to flee when trouble arose.

But Roy’s answer genuinely made him feel admiration.

“Mr. Sword Demon understands the greater good, it makes me feel a bit ashamed.”

“Don’t worry; the Student Council will remember your contributions. Moreover, reinforcements will arrive tomorrow. If Mr. Sword Demon wishes to leave then, I won’t stop you.”

Roy nodded.

But reinforcements…

Roy didn’t hold much hope for that.

Diabolus dared to stir up such trouble, he wouldn’t have overlooked the possibility of being ambushed by the mage’s college, and he surely made preparations in advance. Reinforcements probably wouldn’t arrive as smoothly as Malfoy thought.

After chatting for a bit, when Malfoy prepared to take his leave, Roy called out to him.

“Wait.”

Roy tossed him a bottle.

Malfoy received it and his eyes widened.

“Holy Water? And it’s high concentration…”

This was a regulated item by the Church.

Of course, in the Western Continent, this was not considered contraband since various factions privately coveted it, thus it couldn’t be completely surrendered to the Church.

With Malfoy’s keen eye as a mage, he could tell that just this small bottle of Holy Water was enough to exchange for enough low-purity Holy Water for a thousand people.

This was far more effective than any bandage, herbal remedy, or healing potion.

Roy didn’t think much of it. After all, they were of the same race; whatever help he could offer, he would. Holy Water wasn’t a rare item for him.

However, Malfoy was once again moved by his selflessness, his breathing growing heavier.

“Mr. Sword Demon and the Church… no, thank you for your help.” Malfoy quickly reined in his emotions and slightly bowed to express his respect to Roy.

Once Malfoy left, the tent returned to silence. Roy quietly lay on the bed, suddenly recalling something.

Ah, I forgot to ask them how Leanna is doing.

That girl might not be injured, but she had used quite a bit of Extraordinary Power. I hope her bloodline isn’t acting up again.

Should I go check on her?

Roy felt a bit troubled.

Using the title of “Sword Demon” allowed him to avoid being treated like some noble from the Kingdom, pulling the Lionheart Kingdom into it.

Yet, the “Sword Demon” had no reason to get close to the Black Mage, Student Council President Leanna.

Now it was already late at night. Going to a girl’s tent at this hour would probably get him mistaken for a creepy guy trying to hit on her!

After thinking it over, Roy abandoned the idea of checking on Leanna.

However, not long after, he found himself unable to lie still.

The reason this time was simple.

He was hungry.

So hungry that he couldn’t sleep at all.

That’s right, as strong as he was, Roy had only just entered Sequence 7, far from a stage where he could completely forgo food.

After a day of fierce battle, even if his injuries healed, the abilities he had expended desperately needed replenishing.

Especially after that damn demon used that black magic heart extraction move and took away his meager breakfast…

Speaking of which, Adventurers or Mages, aren’t these guys a bit careless? They come to visit a sick person and don’t even bring something to eat?!

Roy didn’t realize that from outsiders’ perspective, he looked like he was barely clinging to life, even drinking water could choke him, which is why no one bothered to bring food.

With a rumbling stomach and a touch of resentment, Roy had to get up and search for food.

Just as he pulled back the tent flap, he saw an unexpected figure.

In the dim moonlight was a brown-haired silhouette.

And in her hands, a basket gently wafting with the aroma of meat.

Roy looked around, confirming no one else was nearby, and asked curiously, “What are you doing here?”

“Geez, is this how you welcome a lady who came to visit you?” Leanna replied with an exasperated smile.

She walked into the tent as if she were returning home, sitting naturally on the bed.

Roy tightened the curtain and quipped, “It’s late night, you a student, coming to a male Adventurer’s tent alone isn’t really appropriate, is it?”

“Such a lack of romance.” Leanna propped her chin up, pretending to be enchanted, “Meeting secretly at night is way more fun, don’t you think?”

“Why don’t you sit down?” Leanna eagerly patted the spot beside her, like she was calling a pet.

“Why are you welcoming me here…” Roy sat down, trying to maintain as much distance as possible from this bad woman.

However, the bed in the tent was already small, barely enough for one person.

Sitting side by side, the gap between them was pitifully small.

“There are only two of us here; you can take it off.”

“Huh?”

“I mean the hood.”

Roy speechlessly complied, revealing his original face, only to see the brown-haired girl smile brightly at him: “Great, now I’m the only one who can see how you look.”

Under the flickering candlelight, looking into her enchanting purple eyes mirroring his reflection, Roy couldn’t help but feel stirred.

He recalled that saying—“The president would be glad to see you.”

Whether as the Student Council President or the Serpent Eye Witch, Leanna always wore that ambiguous smile, as if it were both there and not there.

But Roy felt that her smile right now was somehow different, like a gentle breeze rippling through the night.

Somewhat cute.

Wait!

Isn’t this girl a bad woman? Getting smitten with a bad woman’s teasing is too foolish; better watch out lest I get completely devoured!

Roy forced himself to look away, “Speaking of which, you’re in the mood for jokes; it seems you’re fine.”

To his surprise, as soon as he said this, Leanna’s smile disappeared.

“Compared to me, you’re the one who needs more concern, right?”

She lowered her gaze, fingers intertwined, pressing against her skirt, looking at Roy’s chest with a voice much lighter than before: “Are you sure you’re really okay?”

The deep concern on the girl’s face made Roy’s already suppressed emotions surge once again.