I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 878

Chapter 91: The Tyranny of Dragon Blood

Thanks to Charlotte’s quick handling, the commotion wasn’t too overwhelming.

To the outside world, the dragon-slaying knight merely displayed some reckless behavior due to just entering the advanced stage and struggling to control his bloodline.

No one blamed him for that; after all, reaching the advanced stage was something countless Extraordinary Beings could only dream of, and people instead felt sympathy for the knight’s hard-won battle.

But for those in the know, things looked grim.

That night, Charlotte hurried to summon the kingdom’s top medical team to diagnose Roy’s condition, but the prognosis was anything but optimistic.

Inside the conference room.

A teacup clattered to the ground.

Her Highness the princess wore an obvious look of displeasure, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

“So your final diagnosis is… powerless?”

“I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

The hundred-year-old royal physician answered tremulously, unable to meet the fiery gaze directed at him.

“As you know, cases of advanced Extraordinary Beings are exceedingly rare, and symptoms of bloodline agitation have very limited treatment options, and Lord Roy’s bloodline is rather unique…”

At this moment, another physician nervously suggested, “Could it be related to the demonic aura?”

“Confronting a demonic dragon, he could easily be tainted by demonic energy. The power of the dragon clan is notoriously brutal; if Lord Roy was affected as well, shouldn’t we take some measures…!”

Just as the words left his mouth, Charlotte shot him a glare.

The terrifying pressure in the air felt like it could ignite, and the tactless physician became frightened to death, like a deer caught in the headlights facing an enraged lion.

“I-I’m sorry! It was rude of me!”

Shifting her gaze away, Charlotte rubbed her throbbing temples and let out a weary sigh.

“You do have a point; we can’t ignore the possibility of demonic influence.”

Research on demonic energy was quite limited. However, it was indeed the culprit driving Nidhogg and the entire dragon clan to madness, so it couldn’t be taken lightly.

“But remember, even if he is indeed tainted by demonic energy, Roy sacrificed himself for the kingdom. Wouldn’t mistreating such a national hero leave the people disheartened?”

Charlotte said gravely, “In the coming days, I will personally stay by his side to prevent him from going out of control and ensure the kingdom’s safety.”

The first part of her statement inspired respect, leading people to admire her royal demeanor. But upon hearing the latter half, the physicians couldn’t help but think elsewhere.

So all this talk was just to lay the groundwork for your personal vigil, huh?!

Of course, anyone wanting to keep their head wouldn’t dare expose the princess’s ulterior motives at this moment.

On the other side.

Bound tightly with layers of barriers and chains, Roy lay on the bed, wearing a face of total dismay.

After two weeks of rest, he thought his bloodline prowess would stabilize, but who would have imagined that he would cause such chaos the moment he stepped outside!

Damn it, he hadn’t even tasted any of the good food at the banquet yet!

“My dear mother, didn’t you say I’d just need some time to adapt? Why can’t I control my bloodline?!”

“Uh, when I said a period of time, I meant any period, like a month or even six months. Maybe you just need to adapt a bit longer?” Rolin nervously replied.

Great, this useless mom!

Looks like stepping into the advanced stage wasn’t all that great after all.

Roy once again realized that Extraordinary Power was a double-edged sword.

Neither the original work of “Angel’s Wheel Dance” nor Rolin, the blood of the former False King, provided much experience regarding the high-level characteristics of the False King.

To be honest, this feeling of stumbling in the dark made Roy a bit uneasy.

After all, in his past life, he was the type of person to look everything up on Baidu for the slightest health issues. Now, he didn’t even have a diagnosis report, which was pretty alarming!

At the banquet, it was just dragon might getting out of control—what if he accidentally spit fire or acidic liquid next time?!

Reached the advanced stage, and his mom was completely unreliable; his dad and the others knew very little about the powers of the False King.

If only an old grandpa with a ring could guide him at this moment…

As Roy sighed, a dark golden halo appeared above him.

A figure clothed in a dragon robe, holding a dragon staff, floated in the air, instantly bringing hope to Roy.

There really is an old grandpa with a ring!

“Lord Bahamut? Didn’t you get injured?”

Even the remnants of his soul were having a rough time facing the real deal, as the former demigod had been brutally wounded by the mad dragon.

Bahamut stroked his beard, smiling kindly, “Hehe, indeed I was heavily injured, but thanks to your advancement to the advanced stage, my spiritual power has increased, and I’ve recovered much faster; that’s why I can come and check on you.”

Perhaps because the war between dragons and humans had finally ended, resolving a knot that had troubled him for thousands of years, despite the haziness of his spiritual form, his expression was brighter than ever.

“Enough about me; your troubles are far more pressing.”

“Lord Bahamut, do you know my current situation?”

Roy was excited to sit up, but being chained to the bed, he could only pull a bit, then give up the thought.

He understood the physicians’ concerns well enough.

If he truly went mad due to demonic energy, turning from dragon-slaying hero to an evil dragon wouldn’t be a funny situation; necessary precautions had to be taken.

That said, those chains and barriers were merely for show; he still needed to be careful not to break anything.

“I can’t be influenced by Nidhogg’s demonic energy, can I?”

“Oh, not at all.”

Bahamut glanced at Roy, his tone slightly amused: “Kid, the erosion from demonic energy can only affect lower beings. Given your bloodline rank, and coupled with the purification power inherent in the merfolk bloodline, you don’t need to worry about being affected by Nidhogg.”

“That’s good.”

Confirming he wouldn’t go insane, Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Then why is my bloodline so agitated?”

Bahamut nodded slightly: “It’s quite a bother for you; that’s just a characteristic of my kind.”

“A characteristic?”

“Currently, the concentration of dragon blood within you is similar to that of the seven great heavenly dragons; technically, you are now half-dragon.”

“We are born of the heavens, possessing not only immense power but also a fierce and proud nature; the characteristics embedded within our bloodline will subtly influence you, and the symptoms you’re displaying are actually common occurrences for Nidhogg and others when they first entered the advanced stage.”

Ah, this…

So I’m actually a genuine little dragon person now?

The Cursed Dragons dream of turning into dragons, and in the end, I’ve become one myself?

As a usual antagonist in human stories, the violent side of dragons is well ingrained. Looking back, perhaps Nidhogg and others fell because of the predatory, bloodthirsty nature of dragons.

From the Bloodfire Dragon to the Frost Giant Dragon, every dragon he knew fit this mold perfectly; if there were exceptions, only this leading dragon and the unfallen Fafnir could be considered gentle… Hmm?

Roy suddenly noticed a blind spot.

Carl had mentioned earlier that the remnant soul symbolized the origin of this bloodline. If the violent aspect was a dragon’s natural trait, then how come the remnant demigod Bahamut is so kind and gentle? Shouldn’t he be more cruel than Nidhogg?

Roy speculated, “Lord Bahamut, there must be a way to lessen this influence, right?”