I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 276

Chapter 129: Rain

“Well, I guess I should just go to the maid café—Roy’s emotional intelligence isn’t that low yet.”

The shops on the street looked different from usual, not only were they decorated for the festive atmosphere, but they also set up a bunch of little activities.

Like an Adventurers’ lightweight weapon experience shop.

All the staff were of Elven descent, showcasing traditional weapons like throwing knives, bows, and dual swords.

It seemed like the guild had sent them out just for promotion.

Roy tilted his head in that direction. “Wanna check it out?”

Nia’s eyes lit up at first, but then she pouted, “I said I’m here to accompany you, no need to pick a place just for me.”

“Maybe I like places like that,” Roy kept smiling.

“You really are impossible.” After grumbling a bit, Nia followed along obediently.

The Adventurers had rented a pretty spacious area, with people putting on weapons demonstrations that drew gasps from passersby.

“Confident in your skills? Come try your luck! If you can beat our guild’s experts, there are special prizes!”

Even during a festival, Adventurers wouldn’t actually beat up their customers.

Most competitions involved archery, knife throwing, and similar sports.

These weren’t overly difficult, but naturally, anyone willing to show off in public had to have some skills, even an Extraordinary Being from the Magic Academy wouldn’t have it easy.

Among the crowds, there were quite a few young guys wanting to show off in front of their girlfriends, but sadly, most returned defeated and embarrassed.

Occasionally, there were one or two who managed to beat the Adventurers and earned applause from the onlookers.

However, Roy and Nia spotted right away that those winners were just plants from the Adventurers’ side, set up to give customers a glimmer of hope.

Seeing Nia eager to give it a try, Roy reminded her, “Just play around, leave some dignity for them.”

“Got it, got it.”

It was clear Nia was just saying that.

Elven descendants were naturally gifted at throwing. Of course, the competition was also made up of Elven descendants, so Nia didn’t really have any advantage in that regard.

The real issue was bloodline and experience.

As a Wind Whisperer, Nia could manipulate airflow, and since she had been tossing knives since she was a kid in the guild, she was quite the pro.

After a round, Nia wiped the floor with all the Adventurers present, skillfully twirling a knife, flicking her ponytail, and striking poses, drawing cheers as well as playful jabs from the crowd.

“What an amazing girl!”

“Looks like those Adventurers aren’t anything special!”

The owner was green with anger on the side.

But alas, Nia was just too good, and they could only glare unkindly at Roy.

“Hey buddy, just watching is no fun, why don’t you join in?”

“Yeah, your girlfriend’s so amazing, you must be just as good, right?”

“She’s not my…”

Nia joined in the persuasion, grinning mischievously, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re scared?”

“I just don’t want to ruin your fun,” Roy scratched his head.

“Hey, you’re quite the show-off. How about a match? Loser buys the drinks!”

The store owner and others left behind were in a daze.

Wait, isn’t this our shop?

Aren’t we supposed to be comparing our Adventurers? Why are these two young lovebirds putting on a show instead?!

But they quickly thanked their stars they didn’t provoke Roy.

For someone able to wield any weapon with ease as a Blood Iron, this game was as easy as breathing, and even Nia was slightly outmatched.

Their thrilling duel drew more applause, and as the young couple made their exit, the crowd left along with them, leaving the weapon display shop in an instant lull, making the owner grit his teeth in frustration.

Also fuming was the Elven girl who had just gotten wrecked by Roy, but upon catching the scent of street snacks, she quickly turned her grief into hunger and tossed the minor setback behind her.

During festivals, there were often some unique festive pastries.

One popular round cake made from flower nectar was especially favored and naturally caught Nia’s attention.

It was said to be a specialty of the Green Council, baked from morning dew flower nectar, sweet without being overly cloying, but to suit the general taste, it was topped with jam or cream, which, while loved by many, left the Elven descendants feeling a bit nuanced.

But Nia, the not-picky eaters, was a definite disgrace to Elves. In Roy’s past life, she was basically the type who dared to eat pineapple pizza and wasn’t afraid of chocolate dumplings like fellow countrymen.

They both ordered one, Roy went for the traditional flavor, while Nia chose the extra sweet version slathered in frosting and jam that would stun other Elves for a hundred years.

The thin cake was neatly packaged in a small bag, making it easy to carry.

“By the way, you could’ve let me have a bite earlier!”

“What if I already did?”

“Hey, are you calling me fat?” she playfully shot back, “Let me have a taste.”

Just as Roy took a bite, he noticed Nia sneaking a peek at the spot he had bitten.

“Weren’t you just saying the traditional taste was boring?”

“That’s what I said, but seeing others eat makes me crave it.”

Roy shook his head helplessly, just about to break her off a piece when he saw her waving her hands repeatedly.

“No no no, it’s too sticky; I’ll handle it myself!”

Before Roy could respond, Nia leaned in, tucked her hair behind her ear, and opened her glistening lips.

Her neck looked as smooth as water, leaving Roy momentarily dazed.

“Ah~ mmm, this is the flavor I know!”

“Glad you like it…?”

Roy looked down and froze.

Wait, where’s my big cake? How is there only a bottom left?!

Under Roy’s pitiful gaze, Nia scratched her ear tips sheepishly, “It was too delicious, I couldn’t resist.”

Then, as if she had planned it, she held her cake up to Roy.

“Sorry, want to try mine?”

The glimmering expectation in her eyes showed zero sign of shame.

With no choice, Roy leaned in and took a bite of Nia’s cake.

Frosting, jam, flower nectar, all mixed together to create a thick sweetness.

There was a hint of jasmine’s scent too.

It was almost intoxicating, the kind of taste that you could definitely get tired of if you ate too much, but just one bite would leave you wanting more.

“How is it?”

“…Not bad.”

The tips of the girl’s Elven ears twitched slightly.

She took a big bite, her face lit up with sweetness.

Counting the time, they made their way through the crowds toward the commercial square.

But just then, a low rumble of thunder rolled through the sky, and a hint of dampness seeped into the evening breeze.

The crowd began to stir and hurried their pace.

“Ugh, I hope it doesn’t rain.”

Nia frowned just as a light drizzle started to fall.

Moments later, the curtain of rain came down.

The crowd scattered in all directions, chaos ensuing.

By the time they reached the square, forget about the bonfire—there wasn’t a single shadow in sight.