I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 296

Chapter 1: Let’s Just Say It Didn’t Pass Away

After the end-of-term banquet, the first semester of the Academy of Magic was drawing to a close.

The academy’s holiday lasted around a month; it wasn’t too short, but given Veszyra’s transportation speed, it felt rather tight.

Even noble families with sufficient financial resources would take up half of their holiday just riding magical beasts back to their hometowns, and don’t even get me started on commoners—they’d be heading back before they even had time to return home!

So, aside from the locals of Academy City, most of the students from the Academy of Magic wouldn’t be going home.

Roy was no exception.

Of course, if he could just ride the Golden-Winged Griffin back home, he’d have plenty of time.

But with the letter from home informing him that Carl had been dispatched to the border to hunt the Demon Race, there was no one at home, and Roy couldn’t be bothered to run back just to check on an empty house.

Moreover, he couldn’t afford to be careless about the Certificate of Kingship. If he left and missed the news about the Certificate, it would be a real loss.

Since he had already decided to fight it out with that bunch of brainless Cultists, increasing his strength was urgent.

Roy first sent a letter to the Mage Association, filled with flattery, mainly hoping to establish a familiar presence, in hopes of sneaking into their internal auction.

Mages were a unique group among Extraordinary Beings; they operated as a separate faction. Unlike noble families with pure bloodlines, mages had relatively diluted bloodlines, leading them to use various means to privately modify magic potions to maximize their efficacy.

Winning might lead to achieving extraordinary power, but losing could cause severe deformities or worse—instant death.

Because of this, mages who were keen on collecting various extraordinary materials for magic potions likely possessed one or two Certificates of Kingship.

Even Rowlin had thought of seeking help from the association back in the day, but the mages valued their reputation too much. Roy had been notorious as a troublemaker, and they consistently turned him away.

However, with his title of the Champion of the Trial of Blue, he surely wouldn’t be subjected to the same rejection.

By the way, Douglas, that rich guy with more money than he knew what to do with, had rented the Gale Lion Griffin at a high price to go back home. Roy had also asked him to deliver a letter to the Platinum Workshop to secure a weapon custom order.

According to Douglas, orders at the workshop were already scheduled for next year.

It wasn’t that there were too many orders; it was purely a matter of time-consuming crafting of powerful extraordinary arms.

Masters at work, one could understand.

Not to mention, just gathering materials was a huge issue.

“If you can gather the materials yourself, you can actually jump the line,” said Douglas.

That said, finding suitable weapon materials was no easy feat!

As an Iron-Blood, Roy could forge iron on the spot and didn’t need a weapon, so he intended to leave it for his little maid.

It had to be for the future Destined Saintess; plain mithril wouldn’t cut it. It had to be a holy attribute material!

Unfortunately, sacred white stones and heavenly steel materials were monopolized on a large scale by the Holy Light Church, making them hard to obtain.

Actually, reaching out to the Holy Light Church was also an option, but…

“Master?”

“Hmm?”

Roy looked up, noticing that his little maid across the table was gazing at him with concern.

“Is dinner not to your liking?”

“No, no, I was just thinking about something.”

Roy skillfully cut a large piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, savoring the spicy black pepper and rich meat flavor that melted in his mouth, a sincere smile spread across his face.

Seeing this, Alice felt relieved and started to tackle her own food.

After dinner, the little maid always cleaned the dishes at a speed that Roy couldn’t keep up with, and she managed to pour him a cup of digestive fruit tea.

In the kitchen, appreciating the wafting black and white lace of her dress, Roy couldn’t help but sigh.

In the original story, there was a so-called single route.

In other routes, Alice became a Saintess, but due to her ties with other routes, she stayed in Veszyra.

Only in the single route was it different.

Not interacting with any pursued characters and arriving at the Holy Light Church too early triggered the single route. It ultimately caused Alice to become a Saintess prematurely, taken to the Eastern Continent by the church without any ties.

The Holy Light Church valued the Saintess, perhaps that was better for Alice.

But that would mean he’d never see her again!

Just thinking about it made Roy feel empty and extremely restless.

No, no, no, what’s good about going to the church to be a nun?

The purpose he had in raising Alice was to cling to her in the future! If she was taken away by the church, wouldn’t all his efforts be in vain?!

Even if he didn’t need the church’s power, he could still make Alice into a Saintess!

Even putting one thousand steps back, as long as he grew strong enough to protect Alice, that would suffice.

With that thought, Roy took out the Blood Clan magic potion given to him by Janthea.

Huh?

Raising Alice on the spot was to cling to her in the future, but now…

Roy suddenly felt something was off.

Before he could think too deeply, he saw Alice finishing her chores and coming over, apron off.

“Do you want to drink the magic potion now, Master?”

Roy pulled his thoughts back and nodded to her, “Yeah.”

“Raising strength is naturally best done earlier.”

The little maid frowned slightly, looking a bit uneasy. “Is it alright? Master just recovered from a serious illness.”

Roy chuckled casually, “You should think of it this way: I just made a full recovery, so this little potion is even less of an issue.”

When he absorbed the heart of the Fire Dragon back then, he only felt a bit uncomfortable; it wasn’t a big deal.

What could a diluted potion possibly do?

Alice gazed at him, paused for a moment, then asked again, “Do you need Alice to go call Nia?”

She lowered her gaze, murmuring, “If anything goes wrong, Nia could help Master.”

The Source of Life, West Wind, is the source power of life. Previously, overusing the Blessing of the True Ancestor had seriously depleted his life force. It was also thanks to the West Wind that he regained his life.

But Roy didn’t think that a diluted potion of one-tenth would have effects comparable to the divine side effects.

“Better not; it’s late, so don’t bother her.”

Alice hesitated, “But…”

As a maid, she should always respect her Master’s wishes.

Yet for some reason, her heart was in chaos, feeling incredibly uneasy.

This feeling was similar to when she had faced the Abyss Dragon in Windshadow City.

After that, she learned that Roy had been gravely injured while protecting the princess…

“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

Roy twisted open the bottle and, in front of Alice, drank the blood-red liquid in one go.

The overwhelming stench of blood was nauseating and felt like molten fire burning him; he could feel tremendous power surging through his throat into every vein, twisting his face in agony.

It was akin to eating a lump of congealed blood vessels—nasty, but not unbearable.

Thus, Roy forced a bitter smile at the girl, “See? I told you it’s fine, right? You’re worrying too much.”

Little did he know, just as his reassuring words left his mouth, Alice’s expression relaxed, Roy suddenly felt something inside him erupt like a volcano, almost igniting every vein in his body.

A bizarre, feminine voice echoed in the depths of the young boy’s soul.

It was the mocking laughter of the last True Ancestor.

Volume 2: Holy Light

“Your physique… not bad… but… you’ll suffer…”

Unlike when he previously took the Iron-Blood potion to awaken his bloodline, this time, Roy was to some extent able to comprehend those whispers.

It showed his False King bloodline was maturing.

But Roy couldn’t bring himself to feel happy at all.

Feeling the blood clan’s power threatening to burst him from within, he instantly understood everything, like wanting to curse after eating something bad.

Indeed, the side effects of the Blood Clan potion were nothing to scoff at.

Typically, when an Extraordinary Being takes a potion, it’s to awaken the hidden bloodline within; the principle of the False King absorbing the shared extraordinary power was fairly similar, except what was awakened wasn’t his bloodline, but the divine power residing in the Certificate of Kingship.

The issue was his absorption efficiency was too damn high!

The hidden bloodlines within an Extraordinary Being are fixed and can’t exceed their limits, but the power of the True Ancestor activated far surpassed his current bloodline level!

Forget him; even a true descendant of the Blood Clan wouldn’t be able to endure this much True Ancestor power!

Unless Nia could use the Source of Life, West Wind, to guide the surplus blood clan energy out of him, if this continued, he’d explode!

“Quick, go find Nia!”—Roy intended to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed out a spurt of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

I must say, this scene was quite impactful.

Roy managed to turn his little maid, who could face a giant dragon without batting an eye, pale and panicking.

Alice hadn’t expected her ominous premonition would come true so soon, nor did she reckon that the boy who had just assured her he was fine would collapse in an instant.

Master, what are you doing?! You said it was ‘fine,’ but this is far from it!

Fortunately, Alice quickly came up with a solution.

Roy had told her that Nia’s Source of Life could endure the essence of life.

However, while Roy’s life force had been depleted before, now he had an excess of it.

She had to find Nia! Only she could save her Master!

Alice hadn’t had the chance to turn around yet when she saw the fainted Roy coughing again, spitting out a stream of blood.

Was she really going to leave Master here alone? What if before she returned, Master couldn’t hold on?

The girl gritted her teeth, resenting her own helplessness.

If only she had some special power like Nia to help her Master…

Huh?

In a daze, Alice recalled an old man she had encountered during practical training at the church.

“Child, you are the destined one chosen by the Holy Light.”

“One day, you will understand.”

In all honesty, Alice didn’t care about this statement at all, to the point that she hadn’t mentioned it to Roy afterward.

But at this moment, her subconscious felt that what the old man said was indeed correct.

She was special.

No, for the sake of her Master, she must be special!

Alice knelt beside Roy, held a trembling hand, gently closed her eyes, and, like the truest of believers, offered the purest of prayers.

Master, you must be safe…

In an instant, she felt the power of the Holy Light surge uncontrollably within her, and when she opened her eyes again, a holy silver glow enveloped Roy, evaporating wisps of crimson energy as if entering a sauna.

That was the divine power Roy couldn’t digest.

It’s said the Holy Light Goddess is the only true god to inherit the blood of the Creator, and her Holy Light could purify all sins in the world.

The girl marveled at the wondrous nature of the Holy Light, yet she was oblivious to the fact that only she could emit such pure silver light.

Under the care of the Holy Light, the excess blood clan power within Roy was soon purified.

However, the blood vessels within him that had burst couldn’t recover that quickly, causing him to moan in pain continuously.

Even if a high-level Extraordinary Being from the church acted personally, they wouldn’t perform better than Alice.

No matter how harmless, Holy Light was, to some extent, a divine power. Condensing such high-intensity Holy Light without harming others could no longer be explained merely by talent.

But Alice remained worried, frowning.

The girl had no awareness of the extraordinary act she had performed, nor did she care.

Master was still in pain—at this very moment, that was the only thought occupying her mind.

With some effort, Alice lifted Roy and brought him back to his room, carefully laying him on the bed and quickly stripping off his blood-soiled clothes.

Then, without hesitation, she climbed up right next to him, tightly snuggling in by his side.

The more contact with the Holy Light, the sooner Master would recover!

The girl held Roy closely to her chest, closed her eyes, and prayed wholeheartedly.

That night, the silver Holy Light broke through the little room, dyeing it like a heavenly sanctuary.

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The first thought upon regaining consciousness was the faint scent of iris flowers.

Delicate, fresh, and even a bit holy.

Roy instinctively leaned towards the source of this aroma, only to collide with something that was flat yet not flat, oddly soft, like cotton candy.

“Mmm…”

Until a soft whimper echoed, startling Roy wide awake.

The morning sun had just peeked over the horizon, the daylight not yet fully bright.

Using the dim light, Roy confirmed the situation.

This was his room.

He was only in his boxers.

And the little maid was clinging tightly to him like a golden tree kangaroo.

He definitely wasn’t some pervert who stripped down and got rough with his little maid.

So the only possibility was that he had fainted from the potion’s side effects the previous night and was saved by the little maid.

How she saved him was likely thanks to the Holy Light blessing from the Destined One.

Looking at the girl’s sleeping face, Roy let out a sigh.

Her sleeping posture wasn’t exactly peaceful; it looked more like someone desperate to hold onto a lifeline, which must have worried her terribly.

While grateful for Alice’s aid, he also felt embarrassed over his own reckless behavior, rendering Roy’s mood incredibly complex.

But as he began to check his status panel, a smile returned to his face.

Putting aside a little accident, this time consuming the magic potion was quite a success!

【Blessing of the True Ancestor】 added two new abilities.

【Sleepless】: The spirit is more invigorated at night, almost never feeling fatigue. Also, in the dark, one has enhanced observation and dynamic vision compared to normal.

【Charm】: This is an instant-cast charm spell that activates with eye contact with the target. The charmed individual will become enraptured in an illusion, the duration dependent on the strength of their soul.

【Sleepless】 was a remarkable gain.

Roy remembered this was a special ability possessed by a few dark-type Extraordinary Beings. It seemed weak but was immensely practical.

Every time an Extraordinary Being levels up their bloodline, their senses improve; yet even high-tier Extraordinary Beings could still be ambushed in dark environments—of course, the effectiveness of the ambush was another matter altogether.

Roy’s detection ability had always been a gap. Previously, whether facing the Cult of the Abyss or All Things Wither, he had always been at a disadvantage. Now, that gap was finally filled.

But his feelings regarding 【Charm】 were rather complex.