I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 228

Chapter 81: Followers of the Mother Goddess

The atmosphere was unusually tense, and Janthea’s expression was exceptionally cold.

To avoid offending this nearly most powerful figure in Veszyra, the sweating captain hurriedly bent down with a forced smile, “I-I’m just following protocol, Your Excellency has important matters, we won’t pry into it!”

With a straight face, Janthea slightly pursed her lips and eventually let out a faint sigh, turning her head away, saying nothing.

I came to catch the rebellious daughter who ran away from home—

How could she possibly say something that would ruin the elf’s reputation?!

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The Thieves’ Guild was a loose organization, and following the death of “Black Claw” Andy, the guild, once one of the Seven Great Powers of Academy City, scattered overnight like birds and beasts, collapsing in an instant.

In fact, the thieves’ underground tavern was very well-hidden and had yet to see the light of day.

While the remaining thieves weren’t as elite as those who ventured to seek the Blood Stone, they had some Extraordinary Beings among them, and if united, they still formed a force that shouldn’t be underestimated.

Unfortunately, after losing their leader, the disunited Thieves’ Guild ended up fighting over treasure that same night in the underground tavern.

Blades flashed, and blood flowed like a river.

Only that woman in the green robe, the cultist, leaned quietly to the side, amidst the chaos of mutual slaughter, completely unfazed, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Until the killing finally settled, an old thief of rank 8 alongside his dozen brothers wiped out the competitors and inherited all the guild’s assets.

To this old thief, it seemed he had also inherited this woman.

The church and the Seven Great Powers always portrayed cultists as something sinister and otherworldly.

But so what?

Aren’t we all just humans with two arms and two legs?

Ignoring a woman was just a waste.

“Little bitch, your damn rock got our leader and so many brothers killed, I can’t believe you still have the guts to stay here.”

The old thief approached her, raising his bloodied longsword, the tip menacingly hovering over her well-endowed chest under the robe, teasingly turning it.

Typically, a woman would be frightened to tears, adventurers and female knights would glare back in humiliation and resentment, but no matter which, they would ultimately beg for mercy, only to be discarded when he got bored.

But this woman clearly wasn’t quite right in the head.

“All mortals must die, only the Mother Goddess endures.”

“Black Claw Andy didn’t have enough faith in the Mother Goddess, ultimately failing to escape the suffering of this world.”

No one expected this guy still thought about preaching at a time like this, the thieves exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

As expected of a cultist! Quite a nut job!

The old thief laughed so hard he almost couldn’t stand up, and when he finally calmed down, he raised his sword again, pressing it against her neck.

“Little bitch, how about this—if you please me, I’ll believe in your cult.”

The green-robed woman raised an eyebrow with a playful smile, “Please?”

“You mean in the sexual sense, I hope I’m not mistaken?”

“Exactly, exactly, you know what to do, right?” The old thief licked his lips, breathing heavily.

His buddies were already eager to loosen their belts, joining in on the depraved act.

“Of course. Unlike that hypocritical Holy Light, our cult staunchly supports the propagation of harmonious life activities, as per the Mother Goddess’s will, it’s the natural order.”

As the green-robed woman spoke, she reached out, starting to undress.

The old thief’s eyes were glued to the beautiful body he imagined, flames of desire almost igniting in his gaze.

But soon, his lust was completely extinguished, and in his widened eyes, deep-seated fear took over.

The old thief finally understood why the church and the Seven Great Powers regarded them as ‘inhumans.’

As the robe fell away, what was exposed wasn’t the beautiful body he envisioned, but—

“Damn it, you monster…!”

Before he could bring down his sword, a vine coiled around his body like a giant python, leaving him no room to struggle. The long-haired woman chuckled, emitting an eerie sound, like dry wood scraping.

Then she raised her hand, unleashing tremendous force, twisting the old thief’s jaw and prying his mouth open.

“Mortal, isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”

Under the old thief’s terror-filled gaze, the woman mocked as she kissed him.

A viscous, yellow-green liquid poured from between her lips, and green mycelium surged from her mouth, joyfully spreading into the old thief’s body, a sight horrifying in nature.

This terrifying scene, beyond their comprehension, made the thieves freeze in fear.

They didn’t dare to save him; some didn’t even have time to fasten their belts before fleeing in panic.

But just as they pushed through the tavern doors, they found the outside choked with green-robed cultists like that woman!

“Get lost!”

The thieves waved their weapons in despair and anger.

Blades easily pierced their bodies, splattering foul and filthy slime. Yet these cultists felt no pain, rushing toward them despite the knives entering their flesh.

“Not…!”

One by one, the thieves were tackled to the ground, their mouths pried open, experiencing the same fate as the old thief.

These lawless scoundrels finally tasted the suffering they had inflicted upon those women.

After a long while, the long-haired woman finally retracted the mycelium from her mouth, licking her lips in satisfaction.

And the old thief, with eyes rolled back, had become a dried husk, as if desiccated for decades, tossed aside carelessly.

She produced a fruit with a human face, placing it on the bar, then bowed respectfully to it.

Compared to the fruit she had previously given to Andy, this one was several times larger, exuding an even more sinister and ominous aura, trembling slowly as if alive.

The cultists likewise knelt down, pressing their heads to the ground, filled with utmost reverence.

The fruit with a human face slowly opened its eyes.

“Priest Sharon, you have failed.”

“The Sword Demon yet lives, and the Blood Stone has fallen into his hands. The Mother Goddess requires a new premium.”

The voice was cold and hoarse, missing any trace of gender or emotion, more like stating a cold fact than placing blame.

Sharon replied in the same tone, “Dear compatriots, the Blood Stone has been obtained by that Sword Demon, it is unlikely we will acquire it again.”

“However, rather than the Blood Stone, I have other gains.”

“The descendant of Violet is right here in this academy!”

When Sharon spoke this line, a rare glimmer of excitement appeared in her eyes, while the fruit trembled severely, oozing more slime.

Though the Blood Stone continued the legacy of the last True Ancestor of the Blood Clan—powerful yet excessively fierce—it would take considerable effort for the Mother Goddess to digest it.

But a fledgling descendant of the Violet, they could harvest at will! This was the best offering!

“However, acting in the academy won’t be easy.”

“Rest assured, we will have an opportunity soon.”

As Sharon spoke, she lifted her gaze toward the void.

Through the Mother Goddess’s blessing, her vision came to rest upon a godless eye filled with mycelium, focusing slowly on an elven descendant entering from the watchtower.