I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 290

Chapter 143: The Witch’s Interest

There are three major factions in the current Magic Academy, each vying for supremacy.

Among them, the Gold Sand faction and the South Sea faction are known for their immense wealth and extensive connections, respectively. To put it simply, it’s not just about having one or two prodigies; what really counts is the massive support of resources behind them.

But the most mysterious, considerable, and bewildering of the three factions is the Black Magic faction.

Led by a witch.

Unlike the princes of Gold Sand and South Sea factions who inherited the prior generation’s celebrations and had the backing of their homeland, no one knows who the witch is.

Yet, all on her own, within just two years, she managed to unite the scattered mages, form her own faction, and even defeated seniors in their third year, standing tall atop the Academy.

Like a venomous snake hidden behind a shadowy curtain, her strike is lethal from the moment she reveals herself.

After that, she returns to her throne in darkness, looking down with a mocking smile, playing with her own kingdom.

Until someone piques her interest.

In the boudoir of the Black Magic mansion, the smooth scent of sandalwood and dim candlelight together outlined the graceful silhouette of a naked figure against the dark curtains.

The figure surveyed the wall, filled with portraits and information, unable to suppress a wry smile, her long fingers slowly tracing over the image of a black-haired boy.

Under the tangle of brown curls, a glint of mischief flashed in her purple-crystal-like dark eyes.

“A reformed bad boy, a two-timing scumbag, the sworn knight of the Lionheart Princess, the little boyfriend of the Elven Nightingale, suspected to be related to the Sword Demon, and, the blood of the False King.”

Murmuring softly, a delicate tongue slid slowly across her glistening lips.

In the shadows, a sultry laugh echoed.

“I really want to taste you, Roy Ainbrad.”

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Roy’s spirits were high.

The reversal of his fate brought about by the False King bloodline had been resolved, the Trial of Blue was completed, and Nia would likely no longer be troubled by Janthea.

His life was not only back on track, it was even thriving.

【Reputation +1000】

【Ally of the Gold Sand faction】: You saved countless members of the Gold Sand faction, gaining the trust of their leader Douglas, and from now on, they will lend you a hand when you need it.

【Reputation +3000】

【Title】:

【Victor of the Trial of Blue】: As the victor of this year’s Trial of Blue, you garnered the respect of all students and the admiration of the entire faculty.

Roy understood that secret criticisms of him would never cease, but at least now, strolling through campus, most gazes cast his way were filled with awe. Those who passed by would greet him warmly or respectfully make way, even the hostile glares dared only linger in the shadows.

Academic achievements and extraordinary abilities typically remain undisclosed and can change over time, and since the academy does not rank students, what truly matters is the actual merit.

The annual victors of the Trials of Colors are indeed among the most regarded merits.

The original work mentioned that even the top extraordinary being of humanity, Lionheart King Robar, regretted missing out on the title of victor, highlighting its worth.

After the end-of-term banquet, the Mage Society, Adventurers’ Guild, and even the Holy Light Church sent Roy congratulatory letters, inviting him for a chat.

To put it plainly, it was a form of investment.

Unfortunately, Roy had to write back to decline them one by one.

Not because Roy looked down on them due to his newfound status, but because among the letters was one from a heavyweight he simply couldn’t ignore.

“Sir Roy Ainbrad, you are warmly invited to West Wind Restaurant tomorrow evening, as the Chief wishes to discuss matters concerning Lady Nia with you.”

The letter contained just a brief line, yet it made sweat bead on Roy’s palms.

On that day, he had taken the stage with two young ladies, of course, Janthea had seen it from below.

Roy had instantly noticed the fearsome look on her face and hadn’t dared to glance her way again.

Now, it was the mother herself coming to find him for a reckoning!

The customs of elven descendants are typically conservative and traditional, especially since Janthea is a standard traditional woman.

His actions were like dancing on a minefield!

Thinking about it made Roy’s head ache.

Logically, he should find Nia today and ask her to say some good things on his behalf.

However, he had to make a bolder decision tonight and roll around in the minefield.

That’s right, Roy did not go looking for Nia tonight; instead, he came to the Lionheart mansion.

Before addressing the issue with Nia, he hoped to gain Charlotte’s agreement.

Under the crimson sky, a group of knightly classmates practiced sparring with each other.

When they saw Roy arrive, whether young boys or girls, everyone halted, respectfully saluting him with a knightly gesture.

Strictly speaking, Roy was technically the second-in-command of the Lionheart faction, though he didn’t concern himself with the faction’s affairs.

This year, winning the Trial of Blue undoubtedly raised the reputation of the Lionheart faction, further solidifying Roy’s standing as a sworn knight in the hearts of Lionheart students.

“Lord Roy, if you’re looking for the Princess, you can find her in the innermost room!”

“Idiot! With Lord Roy’s relationship with the Princess, does he need you to remind him where the room is?”

During the banter, the gazes of the crowd turned teasing.

No way, I have never done anything like sneaking into the princess’s room!

Internally rolling his eyes, Roy maintained the noble demeanor expected of him and gently waved his hand.

“Don’t mind me, keep busy with your training.”

Then, Roy stepped into the mansion, making his way to Charlotte’s room with ease.

Just then, a maid emerged from Charlotte’s room.

She first bowed respectfully, and upon noticing Roy at the door, cautiously reminded him like a frightened animal: “Lord Roy, the Princess isn’t in a good mood.”

Roy paused his knocking hand slightly.

“It’s alright; I’ll gauge the situation myself,” he replied with a faint smile.

The young maid’s face flushed red, and just thinking about his relationship with the princess made her hurriedly leave without lingering.

At that moment, Roy’s composed expression finally faltered.

Having witnessed Nia initiating a fierce kiss with him and having to share the stage for the award ceremony, it was no surprise that Charlotte was in a foul mood.

And now he was about to throw more fuel on the fire.

But Roy knew he had to clarify things with Charlotte.

Having a harem isn’t scary; what’s scary is doing it in secret. Once discovered, you could end up like Cheng Ge, turned into mincemeat by an enraged harem!

On the flip side, if he could gain her consent, wouldn’t that solve everything? They could all coexist merrily, enjoying the beauty of love together—what a delight!

To have such bold thoughts, sometimes Roy felt he was just downright brave.

But it was the only way he could think of to approach the matter.

Taking a deep breath and making one last resolve, Roy steeled himself and pushed the door open, stepping into Charlotte’s room like a courageous hero embarking on a dragon-slaying quest.