I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 266

Chapter 119: Your Feelings Are Nothing Special

The end of the fateful node marked the complete dissolution of the crisis.

Until this moment, Roy let out a long sigh, releasing the heavy burden in his heart, and once again inhaled the now-purified air.

He turned his head and managed a faint smile at the elven girl beside him.

“I told you, it would be over soon.”

“Look at you… hey!”

The girl’s words abruptly halted, her smile freezing in place.

Suddenly, Roy swayed and collapsed right there.

Startled, Nia’s face turned pale as she hurriedly threw herself in front of Roy, cradling him in her arms.

“I-I’m fine…”

“Fine my foot! How could you possibly be fine after using that kind of power?!”

Looking at the boy, who was already pale but still trying to sit up, Nia was furious and forcefully pushed him back down, holding him tightly like a priceless treasure.

Roy’s eyes were bloodshot, his body utterly depleted, vitality plummeting as if he were a candle flickering in the wind, barely resembling the youthful face he should have.

It was as if he could vanish in the next moment.

Thinking this, Nia held him even tighter, her eyes starting to mist up.

Roy was somewhat aware of this.

Was the power of the last true ancestor really that easy to handle?

Whether it was the essence from the western winds or the true bloodline, both consumed massive amounts of life energy to operate. It made sense that without elven blood, his body couldn’t withstand such powers.

One big show, a whole day of lying down.

After experiencing it once, you start to get used to the life-risking flow.

But seeing Nia, who was usually all smiles, now looking like a weeping willow, made Roy feel both warm-hearted and amused.

This girl hardly seemed so upset when he almost kicked the bucket at the hands of the <All Things Wither>. Why was she suddenly in tears now?

“Don’t, don’t worry… this… cough, cough, cough! I’m not going to die…”

Wanting to comfort her, he ended up coughing non-stop due to his weakness, even spitting up a little blood.

No way he was looking good!

Well, now that Roy was wheezing like a broken accordion, Nia was completely freaked out and began to sob tighter against him.

“Shut up, just rest properly!”

Then Roy was done for.

With her intense grip, that ample softness enveloped his face.

It was fragrant, soft, big, round, and had a hint of milkiness—like a taste of heaven—but it was a little life-threatening, nearly sending Roy straight to the afterlife.

Under normal circumstances, he would have shamelessly accepted the elven girl’s gesture after a struggle with his conscience. But right now, he barely had any breath left, and this wave crashed into him, almost making him choke.

Plus, he was significantly weakened from blood loss and couldn’t even lift a finger. He tried to pat Nia’s back as a plea for mercy, but she misinterpreted it as a request for comfort and held on even tighter.

Seriously, how could she be more ruthless than <All Things Wither>?!

Fortunately, a hawk’s cry in the distance finally made Nia raise her head and loosen her embrace. Otherwise, Roy might have seriously wondered if he was going to die from suffocation!

After that, Roy was sent back to the Academy’s medical center for top-tier care.

Nia, after a bit of rest, recounted everything that happened in the Misty Forest to representatives of various factions.

She selectively left out information about Roy’s bloodline, knowing that only the higher-ups would understand the significance of the False King’s blood. But from the serious expressions around the room, she could tell many already knew something.

Of course, how each faction handled the matter was of no concern to her; her only focus was on Roy’s safety.

So, after reporting the situation, the elven girl hurried back to the medical center, standing outside Roy’s room.

Peering through the dim glass at the fainted boy, Nia bit her lip, sinking into deep thought.

“Roy, is he really okay?” Despite trusting the Academy’s medical capabilities, she couldn’t help but whisper.

Janthea, accompanying Nia, paused for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.

“He’s not in danger, but his condition is far from good.”

“He’s lost too much blood and exhausted his extraordinary power. It seems he also ingested a highly detrimental potion, causing varying degrees of internal decay.”

“And most importantly, the Blood Clan’s power drained far too much of his vitality, making it difficult for the injuries to heal.”

With the magical Academy’s medical standards, as long as your head was still attached, they’d do everything possible to keep you alive. Although Roy’s injuries looked severe, they were far from being beyond salvation.

But the side effects of demigod powers were realms mortals could scarcely tread.

Strictly speaking, that surpassed the scope of ‘treatment’; even the top medical team would be helpless here.

Now, under the most advanced medical tools, even the IV fluids were made from priceless herbs.

Even so, the effects were minimal.

This made it hard for Nia not to feel despondent.

Even though they had escaped the clutches of the Cult, she couldn’t truly relax until she saw Roy wake up.

Nia stared intently at the unconscious boy in the ward, murmuring bitterly, “Isn’t there anything else we can do?”

This deeply devoted scene didn’t escape Janthea’s notice.

After hearing Nia’s account of their life-and-death experience in the Misty Forest, Janthea found it quite understandable that her daughter had feelings for Roy.

He had literally risked his life to save her daughter. Any mother would feel gratitude.

Moreover, Roy was the son of an old friend and had left a good impression on her previously.

Janthea had always felt guilty about pressing Nia to stay in the Verdant Council, but now that they shared a common goal, she wanted to give her daughter a little nudge as a minor form of atonement.

After all, it wasn’t a loss for Roy either.

This way, she would help Nia, help Roy, and help herself—a win-win situation!

Having made up her mind, Janthea voiced her proposal.

“In fact, there is a way.”

“Eh?”

“The biggest issue Roy faces right now is the lack of vitality. As long as he gets enough life energy replenished, it will greatly speed up his recovery.”

“Replenishing vitality? But how do we…?”

Nia’s words trailed off abruptly when she noticed her mother staring at her with a meaningful gaze.

Janthea’s lips parted slightly as she gently mentioned the traditional elven method of transferring life energy.

Upon hearing this, Nia’s cheeks flushed immediately. She swung her ponytail and shook her head vigorously.

“No way! No way, no way, no way!”

“I-I can’t possibly do…!”

Nia started to shout but her voice fell to a whisper.

She secretly glanced at the boy lying on the bed, swallowing hard, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.

But ultimately, she shyly averted her gaze.

“That kind of thing, it’s not possible.”

Seeing this, Janthea couldn’t help but twitch her lips.

Silly daughter, how could you not seize the opportunity when your mom is finally backing you up?

Should one say that deep down, pure-hearted elves really are something else? They talk big, but when it comes to the crunch, they trip up.

But Janthea was, after all, Nia’s mother.

No one knew her daughter better than she did.

Decisively and accurately, she added fuel to the fire.

“It seems like your feelings for that boy aren’t really that special after all.”

With those words, Nia froze in shock.