I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 933

Chapter 30: Where Is She?

The once-glorious Tree of God conference hall had lost its luster.

Blood stained the ground, decaying vines consumed the flowers, and even the sunlight disappeared into the murky yellow-green mist.

Everywhere lay the mangled bodies of council members and rangers, pierced by vines, drained dry, and reduced to mere nutrients for Valoran.

Janthea, the Chief of the Verdant Council, had now become a prisoner, suspended in mid-air by the squirming vines.

Yet, she defiantly glared at Valoran, filled with both rage and horror.

“I thought we merely disagreed on politics! Who would have thought you’d actually fallen to the point of believing in an evil god?!”

“Fallen? Quite the opposite! I’ve just seen further than you young ones.”

The elven elder, now fully transformed into a plant, chuckled hoarsely, the surrounding vines twisting slightly as if swept by a sinister breeze.

“What a pity, Janthea. To be honest, I never wanted to act against my kin. Blame that adventurer for telling you what you shouldn’t have known…”

“Bah!”

A mouthful of blood splattered across Valoran’s face.

Janthea sneered, “Even if you kill me, you won’t lay a finger on Nia.”

Underestimating Valoran’s power, Janthea felt immense frustration at the unexpected boost from the evil god. But on the flip side, she felt relieved about one thing.

With a dragon-slaying knight protecting Nia, her daughter’s safety was temporarily assured.

“Foolish girl, who do you think you’re relying on? The rangers have already been held up by my subordinates. Even if they break through, they won’t stand a chance against me.” Valoran arrogantly stated the facts.

“I am already the strongest Extraordinary Being of the Verdant Council. Added to that, with the power of the evil god, not only can I destroy the council, but I could also wipe out the Forest Elf before leaving without a scratch!”

With that, Valoran tugged on a vine.

The other end extended out of the conference hall, transforming into a series of decaying trumpet flowers that transmitted Valoran’s orders into the air.

“The Chief is right here in my grasp.”

“If you want her to live, bring Nia Molly!”

“You have ten minutes!”

“Nia, don’t come over…!”

Her desperate shout was choked back by the rotting vines, and Janthea’s eyes were momentarily filled with despair.

Valoran was an old rank 5, and with the power of the evil god, even with the rangers’ assistance, Nia stood no chance.

Unless—

Suspended above the banquet hall, Valoran leisurely sat down in what used to be the Chief’s seat.

“With a girl like yours, I’m sure she’ll come to her doom. For the sake of our kin, I might as well sacrifice both of you to the great Mother Goddess.”

At the same time, Valoran’s voice, along with Janthea’s anguished groans, echoed around the Tree of God.

Nia’s face turned pale, and she rushed towards the conference hall.

But the rangers moved in to block her path.

“Step aside,” Nia said, her face steely.

“Nia, that’s a trap!”

“Lady Janthea has ordered us to protect your safety at all costs!”

“Leave the Chief to us, please take shelter first!”

None of the rangers were willing to yield.

At that moment, Nia felt a pang of bitterness and began to envy Charlotte and Alice for their prestige in their respective factions.

She was still the caged bird being protected, unable to even compel her subordinates to obey such a simple request.

“So, are you saying I should just watch my mom die?”

No one answered. But their unwavering stance was answer enough.

Just when Nia clenched her fists in frustration, a warm hand landed on her shoulder, followed by the calm voice of a boy.

“Let her go.”

The rangers exchanged glances, looking conflicted.

For no other reason than Rodrick’s punch earlier that could rival a cannon.

They could forcibly stop Nia, but they absolutely couldn’t hold back this unfathomable Adventurer.

The rangers’ leader spoke seriously yet reservedly, “Lord Rodrick, you must understand, Miss Nia, as a Forest Elf, cannot be put in harm’s way.”

“Do you think I would allow anything to happen to her?”

“Well…”

“Don’t get it wrong, I’m not here to play Valoran’s game. I’m going to save both Nia and the Chief, not to get myself killed.”

These words brightened the rangers’ downcast faces as if illuminated by flames.

Who would want to follow the wishes of a Cultist and abandon their leader? Allowing Nia to first take refuge was just a desperate option.

But this Adventurer before them had the guts to refuse Valoran!

The rangers’ leader softening his tone asked, “What do you need us to do?”

“Just stay outside and provide support.”

Patting the elven girl’s head, Roy smiled gently, “This girl is rank 5 after all. Having her as a helper is more than enough.”

“What do you mean by ‘this girl’?!”

The rangers stepped aside to clear the path.

“Nervous?” Before departing, Roy casually asked.

Following Roy’s strong footsteps, the elven girl looked at that reliable figure, her voice faltering, until he questioned her, and she replied, “Not really.”

“You’re something else, going to meet an evil cultist who wants you dead without a care; you’ve got some guts.”

Just as Roy joked, Nia surprisingly found that she was not overly anxious about facing the Cultist intent on her life.

As if as long as he was by her side, even the deepest abyss would feel like flat ground. It was just a little adventure after all.

“Hehe, isn’t it because you’re here?” The girl smiled lightly, radiant as a flower.

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The conference hall had become a paradise of decaying plants, and as Roy stepped inside, his face showed no signs of wavering.

The tricks of All Things Wither were all too familiar; the miasma and rot meant nothing to him now.

Noticing the young man’s arrival, Valoran slowly raised his head, slightly surprised.

Ordinary people would dissolve instantly in such dense miasma.

Even mid-ranking Extraordinary Beings couldn’t withstand it long; they’d suffocate to death before their bodies dissolved.

However, the Adventurer before him completely ignored the miasma, showing no signs of disarray whatsoever.

Only a Forest Elf or a high-ranking Extraordinary Being could use overwhelming power to disregard such erosion.

Of course, even a powerful adventurer wouldn’t reach that level; it seemed he had some special bloodline protection.

“Rodrick… there’s no record of you in the guild. The intel I’ve gathered is all fabricated. Now, you can even ignore the Mother Goddess’s presence; you truly are no ordinary Adventurer.”

“And you’re not a proper elven elder.” Looking around at the writhing vines like maggots, Roy unabashedly mocked, “After all, no elven descendant would be as disgusting as you.”

“Disgusting?”

Valoran chuckled coldly, his voice rasping as if sand were grinding against iron.

“Flesh and blood are weak; what you see before you is the most authentic, noble elf form! The current descendants are merely traitors who have forsaken our ancestors!”

“Heh, out of respect for our kin, I had no intention of acting. But since you’ve incited Janthea to turn against me, I wouldn’t mind hastening the return of the Forest Elf bloodline to the Mother Goddess!”

“So… where is she?”

Fixated on the solitary figure of the boy, Valoran coldly demanded.