I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 152

Chapter 5: The Forgotten Crisis

“Master…”

Instead of startling awake in Roy’s embrace, the girl, having finally found a suitable pillow, comfortably snuggled into Roy’s arms, uttering a soft, indistinct murmur.

Her light golden eyelashes fluttered gently, her fair face appeared even softer than usual, and her dewy lips slightly parted, giving her a sweet sleeping expression that was utterly adorable.

Seeing the little maid sleeping soundly, how could Roy bear to shatter her sweet dreams?

So, he stretched out a hand, cradling the sleeping beauty in his arms, and gently placed her on his bed.

Under the dim flicker of candlelight, Alice looked so peaceful in her slumber.

Roy felt he could watch her like this for the entire night without growing tired of it.

If only this tranquil life could last forever.

But Roy knew that was impossible.

One day, the Cultists would come, and he might face the same fate as Rowlin, dragging those he loved into a whirlwind of madness and bloodshed.

What would he do then? Like Rowlin, abandon those around him and bear the fate of the False King alone?

No, that was ultimately a desperate, self-pitying solution.

Just look at Karl and you’ll understand.

Perhaps doing so could buy peace for those around him, but what it left for them was a fate worse than death: endless loneliness and sorrow.

Just imagining Alice left at home, gazing into the distance, hoping for his impossible return, made Roy’s heart ache as if it were being cut apart.

No, he couldn’t let her bear it all.

He must never follow Rowlin’s old path.

With that thought, a rare glint of ruthlessness flashed in Roy’s eyes.

Be it lazy dogs or giving up, Roy truly despised fighting, much less killing.

The good news was, in Veszyra, the Cultists were not much of a concern.

If these Cultists insisted on seeking death, Roy wouldn’t hesitate to send these bastards straight to hell.

Of course, he wasn’t just making empty threats; he had real plans in mind.

He had previously discussed future strategies with Karl, but based on Rowlin’s notes, he needed to make some adjustments and devise three key plans.

Plan One: Increase Strength.

Collect the Certificate of Kingship to enhance the bloodline of the False King, while also ensuring that the source of the Certificate was safe, to keep it a secret.

At the same time, he could not neglect the training of Ironblood. Rowlin’s most embarrassing point was how weak the bronze False bloodline was, forcing her to risk her life. But he was different.

Ironblood was a legitimate bloodline from the Ainbrad family, and as long as he developed it, while not on par with the False King’s blood, it would still be a significant force.

Plan Two: Build Influence.

Although Roy originally intended to do this, Rowlin’s experience made him acutely aware of the importance of influence.

Two fists were no match for four hands; even a hero couldn’t withstand a random flurry of sticks. Especially against Cultists, who proliferated like weeds, a single person’s power was ultimately limited.

Rowlin didn’t want to hurt the people around her, perhaps also because she didn’t have enough allies at the time and had to shoulder everything alone.

But he was different.

As the son of a Marquis, inheriting the family title was only a matter of time, and he was also a pledged knight to the Lionheart Princess.

The Ainbrad family and the Lionheart royal family were both his support.

So he didn’t need to rush the development of influence; it could happen naturally.

The above two points were the conclusions from his previous discussions with Karl.

However, what Roy hadn’t mentioned at that time was that he had a third plan.

Plan Three: Cultivate the Destined Saintess, living off her success!

That’s right! He had Alice as his trump card!

At the end of “Angel Waltz,” Alice fully awakened her Angel bloodline, leaping from an unnoticed maid to the Destined Saintess of the Holy Light Church!

It wasn’t that Roy wanted to ride coattails; it was just that this opportunity was too tantalizing.

Once Alice became the Destined Saintess, whether in personal power or influence, she would become the pinnacle existence in Veszyra!

Compared to that, what were the Cultists?

Moreover, the Holy Light Church specialized in dealing with Cultists since the Third Era, making them experts in extermination!

In fact, the notes also indicated that the Holy Light Church had some research on divine power, possibly having methods to end the fate of the False King.

So, Plan Three: cultivate the Destined Saintess was Roy’s biggest trump card!

With that in mind, he was already eager for Alice’s growth.

However, whether it was about the Certificate of Kingship or Alice’s development, both hinged on the Central Continent Magic Academy.

As the heart of Veszyra, it gathered countless Extraordinary Beings and resources, making it the most promising place to find the Certificate of Kingship. Moreover, it was also the true stage of “Angel Waltz.”

Hmm?

Hmm??!?

Roy suddenly recalled something very important.

The Cultists were indeed dangerous, but they weren’t the pressing concern.

The real urgency lay in another matter.

The story of “Angel Waltz” was about to begin, and it was those fateful main characters from the original tale that truly posed a threat to his life!!!

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At that moment.

A young elf girl, draped in a dark green cloak, sat quietly in a corner far from the hustle and bustle, holding a wine cup in one hand, bathed in dim light, unable to blend into the adventurers’ joy and sorrow, appearing lonely and melancholic—if only she were drinking alcohol instead of honey water.

Thus, rather than the aloof adventurers, this elf girl looked like a moody teenager, attracting some lascivious stares from the adventurers.

As the capital of the Green Council, the Green Valley was awash with beautiful elven maidens.

But she was strikingly beautiful, unlike any of them.

Elven women often dressed in simple, conservative long skirts, with nearly identical long hair—they were charming in a dull sort of way. After a while, it became tiresome.

But this girl was different.

Her vibrant green hair was tied into a practical side ponytail, and under her long dark green cloak, she wore only a leather breastplate and shorts, showcasing her plush curves, healthy abdomen, and well-proportioned thighs, all on display. And above her knee-high boots, there were even white stockings, the fine material tightly clinging to her legs, creating an inexplicably seductive look.

Of course, this slightly revealing outfit wasn’t rare; many rangers and thieves dressed like this.

But not only that, this girl also had tender, pointed ears like bamboo shoots.

She was an elf.

Cool attire wasn’t extraordinary, but an elven beauty with such a flawless figure was something else entirely!

To top it off, this eye-catching frame held a pure, youthful face.

With a succubus’s physique, an elven face—yet dumbly wandering alone in a tavern late at night, she was simply irresistible to the degenerate adventurers who had been single for thirty years and were at their drunken best.

“This lady, isn’t drinking alone lonely?”

“This place isn’t safe; how about my buddies and I escort you home~”

“If you don’t want to go home, how about we find some fun together?”

Drunken adventurers could only marvel at how great the Green Valley was, finding such a wonderful target for their first-day pick-up.

But they didn’t notice that,

The bartender witnessing this scene didn’t step in to stop them, while other adventurers secretly began to bet.

Then the elven girl turned her head, a bright smile appearing on her innocent, sweet face.

As if she was the hunter.

“You don’t need to look anymore. The fun has already arrived!”