I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 240

Chapter 93: Roy’s Proposal

In Veszyra, those who sell their souls to evil gods are seen as public enemies of humanity.

No matter which cult it is, as long as it is deemed a Cult, it will face unanimous opposition from the seven major powers of Veszyra.

But when it comes to specific strategies, each power has its own response measures.

For example, the Lionheart Kingdom rallied its martial spirit, mobilizing its fierce populace to capture and eliminate every foe.

On the other hand, the Verdant Council took a more low-key approach, quietly snuffing out the threat of cults to prevent panic among the public.

But while they could keep the populace in the dark, they couldn’t hide it from the intelligence agencies of other powers.

Roy learned the truth from the Academy Head.

As Roy mentioned All Things Wither once, the eyes of the Chief of the Verdant Council finally showed a hint of wavering.

All Things Wither, that’s the name of an ancient cult associated with the Evil Dragon Society, whose activities mainly centered around the Verdant Council, and they were eyeing the Forest Elf bloodline as their target.

The Black Claw Andy he encountered during the last practical test seemed to be connected to them as well.

These were all pieces of information Roy already knew, but it was only this morning during his conversation with the Academy Head that he realized Janthea had been hiding information regarding All Things Wither.

To be precise, it was a concealment related to Nia.

Roy took out the documents entrusted to him by the Academy Head.

“Chief, can the Verdant Council really ensure Nia’s safety?”

Looking at the black-and-white records on the documents, Nia’s eyes widened in shock, while Janthea, after a moment of surprise, helplessly closed her eyes.

List of Fallen Green Forest Rangers 4.23 Terror Attack Incident Wanted Notice for All Things Wither Assassination of Council Member

This information wasn’t classified; it detailed the struggles Janthea had faced over the years. As the Academy Head had hinted, Nia was completely unaware of this.

Amidst the alarming text, Nia, though astonished, voiced her concern: “Mom, you said All Things Wither was not a threat, so what’s all this about?!”

Facing Janthea’s silence, Roy answered for her: “Clearly, the Verdant Council cannot guarantee your safety one hundred percent as the Chief claims.”

“Or rather, the Verdant Council seems more like the eye of the storm.”

Nia instantly realized, half annoyed and half amused: “If that’s the case, isn’t it perfect for me to hide at the Academy?!”

The safety measures of the Magic Academy were at least on par with, if not superior to, those of the Verdant Council.

Of course, determining which was genuinely safer wasn’t a simple matter, but the idea that “for Nia, the Verdant Council is safer than the Magic Academy” just didn’t hold water.

Janthea’s excuse, right from the start, was flawed!

Nia had just been kept in the dark all along!

“Mom! Now you have nothing to say, right? Let me stay at the Academy!” Nia urged eagerly.

But Roy leisurely took a sip of his tactical tea.

Things weren’t that simple.

If negotiations could be settled purely with reason, there wouldn’t be so many disputes in the world.

At this point, even if Janthea was typically composed, she finally let her guard down and sighed heavily.

But then, she resolutely replied, “No way.”

The calm facade faded, revealing a mother’s unyielding determination.

“Sure, the Verdant Council might not be absolutely safe. But at least they can concentrate their efforts to protect you; at least you can stay by my side!”

“But I don’t care…”

“But I do care!”

Janthea clutched her pained forehead, staring at her own flesh and blood, trembling yet firmly stated, “But I do care.”

“There’s nothing in this world that matters to me more than your safety! You don’t understand, no mother would ignore the danger to her daughter!”

Beneath the seemingly merciless reproach was a mother’s love.

Yet because of this heavy love, even the typically eloquent Nia lowered her head, unsure of what to say.

As long as she remained Janthea’s daughter, considering their mother-daughter bond, she simply couldn’t reject Janthea.

That’s right. Convincing a ruler with reason is easy, but convincing a woman, a mother, won’t work with just logic.

Especially since Janthea lost her best friend and beloved due to a Cult, Nia was the last precious person she had in this world—of course, she would worry relentlessly.

Just then, Roy slowly spoke to Janthea.

“Chief, I understand your feelings.”

Janthea immediately frowned, instinctively wanting to retort.

But when she looked into Roy’s sorrowful eyes, she ultimately couldn’t voice her thoughts.

In that youthful face, she saw a trace of shadow that resembled the black-haired girl from her memories.

“Though we haven’t met, the Chief should know that my bloodline is unique. I lost my birth mother due to a Cult. Not long ago, I was also forced into the chase by the Evil Dragon Society and almost lost my life…”

Although Roy didn’t have strong familial feelings toward Rowlin, the similar plight of being hunted by a cult gave him a sense of empathy for this senior.

Even after overcoming the Evil Dragon Society, Roy would still sometimes wake up in nightmares due to distorted sub-dragons and fierce vertical pupils in flames.

“But because of this, I refuse to accept it.”

Roy looked back at Janthea, asking from the depths of his heart: “Were we wrong?”

“Was it my mother who was wrong? Or was I wrong? Was it you who was wrong, or was it Mr. Ain who was wrong?”

When mentioning Ain’s name, Janthea’s expression visibly darkened, her extraordinary aura rising like a tide, frightening the servants into pale faces.

But Roy ignored the chilling pressure and continued, “Was Nia wrong?”

“She just wants to take risks, to be free, to experience the life every girl should have.”

“No, we are not wrong! The culprits are the Cult!”

At this point, Roy no longer felt the need to feign empathy with Janthea; instead, he spoke sincerely out of his frustration, “Why should we sacrifice everything and bow to those truly despicable scumbags?”

At that moment, the black-haired youth reflected in Janthea’s eyes almost overlapped with the image of her old friend.

Though their dispositions were different, the determination and courage in those pitch-black eyes were eerily similar.

“Chief, even if you keep Nia in the Verdant Council, sacrificing her freedom, how long can you protect her from the endless pursuit of All Things Wither?”

Janthea pondered: “You’re saying, let Nia stay in the Academy, grow and learn, until she can protect herself?”

The young man smiled slightly, his voice strong and steady: “No, I’m saying, until she can stand on her own and completely eradicate All Things Wither!”