I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 207

Chapter 60: Nia’s Idol

The icy, sweet drink slid down Nia’s throat, making her squint with delight. The girl’s dimples appeared slowly, and in the clear sunlight, it was a heartwarming sweetness.

Roy stood staring at the blissful smile on Nia’s face, momentarily forgetting his own movements.

Happy Nia looked up, noticed Roy was transfixed, and feeling a bit embarrassed, regained her smugness.

She raised an eyebrow and shot back, “Weren’t you so brave earlier when we were munching on cookies?”

Roy turned his head away, no longer looking at her, sulking quietly.

“Seeing you like this, how can I possibly stay calm?”

Only feeling sassy for two seconds, Nia fell silent again.

Neither of them dared to look at each other, sharing the sweet and sour crimson tears quietly and delicately.

After that, they casually found a street stall for lunch—more precisely, lunch for Nia.

Sometimes, girls use the excuse that ‘desserts and main courses are in different stomachs,’ but Roy suspected this girl genuinely stowed snacks and meals in separate compartments.

Come afternoon, if they wanted to get back before the academy closed, they had to find one more place to explore.

Hand in hand, they ambled along, discussing their route.

They didn’t even realize how naturally their hands intertwined.

Roy feigned ignorance and asked, “Is there anywhere else you want to go?”

The elven girl loved to eat and have fun, but above all, she loved adventures.

For Nia, who dreamed of being an adventurer since childhood, there was only one place she wanted to go.

But to Roy’s surprise, Nia shook her head.

“You decide.”

“Huh?”

Nia couldn’t help but chuckle, “What’s so strange? You’ve taken me all over, so it’s only fair I accompany you this time.”

Roy looked at the girl in front of him as if seeing her for the first time.

Nia was carefree and willful; when she came across something she liked, her passion surged, and she wouldn’t rest until she completed her goal. That was evident from the way she once ran away from home in a fit of zeal.

“You actually have such delicate thoughts?”

“Hey, are you looking for trouble?”

Nia’s mouth twitched.

Her words weren’t just a diversion; it didn’t mean she didn’t want to go to the Adventurers’ Guild, but she did have her own worries.

Would Roy like it? More importantly, would any boy like a girl who was obsessed with adventures?

Since childhood, her mother had taught Nia that adventuring was a rough business. Girls should be keen on dance and music to win their attention.

No one would dislike a female adventurer covered in mud and blood.

Nia always scoffed at that idea, but now, even if there was a slight chance Roy might grow weary of her, she didn’t want to risk it.

Today had to be perfect.

“So, where do you want to stroll around? Let me accompany you this time,” Nia hid her anxiety, smiling as usual.

Her acting was truly impressive. So much so that Roy couldn’t detect a hint of awkwardness.

“Then let’s go to the Adventurers’ Guild.”

“Huh?” Nia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What’s so strange? I’m a martial-hearted lionhearted guy; this is my jam,” Roy said, obviously convinced, then mischievously added, “If you don’t want to go, that’s fine.”

The boy remained oblivious to her delicate worries.

He simply wanted to take Nia to a place she wanted to visit.

“No, no, no! I want to go!” Nia shook her head repeatedly, her smile brighter than ever.

The Adventurers’ Guild was just as lively as the last time Roy visited.

However, this time Roy didn’t show himself as the Sword Demon. Two students wouldn’t attract any attention.

In fact, many students from the Magic Academy came to gather information, purchase supplies, or even work part-time as adventurers—basically, they were the most common faces apart from full-time adventurers.

The guild was piled high with the grotesque corpses of magical beasts, releasing the foul stench of strange herbs, along with adventurers who spoke coarse words.

Even the kingdom’s noble daughters, who emphasized elegance, would frown at this sight.

Ordinary girls probably wouldn’t even dare step inside.

Yet Nia was as casual and familiar as if she had returned home, eagerly dragging Roy around.

Clearly, this wasn’t her first time at the guild, but no matter how many times she came, the free atmosphere excited her.

Upon learning that it was Roy’s first time at the guild, Nia enthusiastically began introducing everything to him—where to receive quests, where to sell weapons, and all sorts of adventurer rules, etc.

Roy had merely intended to accompany her on a stroll and had pretended it was his first visit, but he hadn’t expected her to give him a mini-lecture that turned out surprisingly interesting.

Just that Nia was a bit too passionate and sometimes got too close, making that soft little ball constantly nudge against him, consistently grabbing Roy’s attention.

“But the most worth-seeing thing on the first floor is this!”

Following Nia’s gaze, Roy looked up at the wall in front of him.

In a corner of the Adventurers’ Guild, a tribute forever commemorated those legends.

Perhaps it was a portrait, perhaps a short sword, or maybe a broken ring—these were relics of adventurers and testimonies of legendary tales.

Only A-rank adventurers and above were eligible to remain on this wall.

And as the rank increased, the remnants became fewer.

Approaching the top, an old harp hung there.

Nia was gazing at it, lost in thought.

A faint smile graced her face, mixed with longing and a hint of unintentional sadness.

Roy didn’t dare disturb the rare silence of the girl.

He knew that the harp’s owner was Nia’s father, whom she had never met.

【Swift Wind】Ain Violet.

The surname of elven descendants was always named after flowers, but only those who truly awakened as Forest Elves and successfully advanced to Sequence 7 as Extraordinary Beings could bear the surname ‘Violet’ and be revered as royalty.

That’s right, the true name of the Emerald Council was the Emerald Kingdom.

Ain was the standout of his time and a legendary adventurer who left footprints in many dangerous realms.

Everyone believed this elven prince would lead his kind back to glory, and they thought that this legendary adventurer would explore every corner of Veszyra.

However, eighteen years ago, he disappeared during an adventure, never to return.

He was both Nia’s most radiant aspiration and her enduring loneliness that could never be mended.

This was all part of the story in “Angel’s Dance.”

But what weighed on Roy’s mind was another connection.

The reason 【Swift Wind】 perished during that adventure eighteen years ago was because of Rowlin.

To be precise, his mother was responsible for Nia’s father’s death.

Nia suddenly murmured, “Actually, I’ve always had an idol.”

The girl cast her eyes down, her tone growing more solemn, “If possible, I really want to see him in person.”

Roy felt a surge of guilt and could only gently reassure her, “【Swift Wind】 has passed; his legend has come to an end.”

Unexpectedly, Nia turned back, her expression peculiar as she waved her hand in dismissal.

“No, no, no! It’s not him I want to see. How could I meet someone who’s already gone?”

Roy looked puzzled, “Then who do you want to see?”

Didn’t he recall Nia having any idol in the original story?

“Oh, since you’re also a lionheart, you must have heard of his name!”

Roy was even more confused now.

Weren’t the lionhearted adventurers wiped out due to the 【Second War with Dragons】? How could there be anyone worth mentioning?

Nia closed her eyes, spun around dramatically, flicking her side ponytail, and with the passion of a fangirl began to introduce:

“A brave fighter against dragons, crushing cultists, even the lionhearted princess was infatuated with him, yet he turned down riches and honor to venture forth as a lone, proud swordsman!”

“That’s the daring adventurer from the Lionheart Kingdom, Sword Demon!”

“… Huh?!”