I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 307

Chapter 13: The Curtain

When everyone finally saw the figures lurking in the darkness, they couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

There it was, one after another, a skeleton draped in robes!

“Undead?!”

“He… he turned the people in the museum into undead creatures!”

This blasphemous sight filled everyone with both anger and fear.

Malfoy frowned but quickly reprimanded his comrades to maintain morale.

“Everyone, calm down! They’re just undead creatures, there’s nothing to fear…!”

The archmage looked up and noticed two sets of round, eerie green eyes peering intently at him from the shadows.

Was that… a dragon?!

In the next instant, the massive beast roared and unleashed a tidal wave of chaos towards Malfoy.

The sky over the southern end of the commercial district suddenly turned ominous.

On the street, a young man shopping with his girlfriend felt something amiss and looked up towards the southern horizon.

“Did you hear something?”

“Huh? I didn’t hear anything.”

“Really? It just feels like I heard some strange… roar?”

He was certainly not wrong.

The disturbance from the fight between Malfoy and the cultist nearly tore apart the concealing barrier, allowing a hint of the chaos to leak out.

But Malfoy was far too preoccupied to notice the barrier.

At this point, most of the museum’s ceiling had crumbled, and the entire building seemed ready to topple over as if swept by a storm.

The red mages were almost all injured, with several having been incapacitated by the cultists’ dark powers.

Even Malfoy himself was covered in dust, his robes tattered, looking quite disheveled.

But what he found most unacceptable was that the necromancer Kalman had actually escaped right under his nose!

Staring at the wreckage before him and recalling the brief skirmish, Malfoy’s expression darkened.

He had been careless.

His most critical mistake was getting distracted by the surrounding skeleton minions, failing to notice the big creature controlled by Kalman.

That was a specimen of a two-headed wyvern!

If it weren’t for that, how could a mere level 4, equivalent to Sequence 7’s fallen being, have the audacity to swagger through the city?

That damned cultist used necromancy to turn it into his puppet, successfully catching them off guard while taking the opportunity to escape.

Unlike magical beasts and demon races, the former are powerful but lack intelligence, while the latter are calculating but profit-driven. Cultists, on the other hand, are often fanatical and reckless, making them difficult to gauge with common sense.

Allowing a cultist to escape in the city was like throwing a bomb into a crowd.

Having just dealt with the Trial of Blue incident, if another catastrophe occurred on his watch, it would devastate the academy’s reputation, and he would also be held accountable.

Thinking of this, Malfoy could no longer hold back.

“You all regroup for a moment; I will chase after him.”

A mage timidly asked, “My lord, do you know where he went?”

Malfoy’s face darkened as he started to step out but quickly withdrew his foot.

He never thought a mere cultist could escape from him, so he hadn’t thought to leave a marker ahead of time.

Malfoy stubbornly replied, “It doesn’t matter; I’ll just follow his aura.”

“I’m not doubting your tracking skills, but…”

A brown-haired girl slowly stepped forward, a mysterious smile on her face.

“During the chaos earlier, I was fortunate enough to place this on the enemy; perhaps it can assist you, my lord.”

Leanna lifted her little hand, revealing a small black shadow serpent resting in her palm.

The little snake flicked its tongue in a certain direction, clearly pointing where to go.

Malfoy looked at the girl in surprise, “Well done.”

Despite being a powerful archmage needing a student’s help, it was somewhat amusing, but Malfoy couldn’t think too much about it. Accepting the little snake, he quickly set off.

Meanwhile, above Academy City, the skeleton of the two-headed dragon hadn’t flown far and began to descend, landing smoothly on a stately building with elegant columns and a domed white cap.

Academy City had an anti-air barrier; flying any lower would get them blasted by anti-air magic.

In fact, in less than a minute of flight, Kalman had already been exposed.

But he didn’t care.

As he dropped from the wyvern, he gazed at the rotting birds heading his way and grunted, “So-called orthodox mages are nothing special.”

“You’re making too much noise,” the grotesque bird croaked. “The False King’s blood is in the academy; causing a stir now will only alert him.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you want? To notify us to come to Academy City, diverting various forces’ attention from you, giving you a moment to breathe?”

Caught off guard by having his intentions exposed, the grotesque bird fell silent, awkwardly flapping its wings.

But Kalman merely chuckled and shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter; I don’t care.”

“On the contrary, I must thank you for helping me infiltrate Academy City.”

“The False King’s blood need not be rushed. Before that…”

Kalman lowered his head, his hollow gaze landing on the crowd streaming into the theater below, a sinister smile spreading across his thin lips.

“I must first spread my lord’s grace to the ignorant flesh-and-blood mortals!”

The old man raised his hands high, exhilarated by this long-awaited preaching, completely unaware that a small snake was emerging from his shadow, observing his performance with great interest.

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The Blue Moon Theater, as its name suggests, is indeed a theater under the Blue Moon Merchant Group.

The entertainment industry in the Southern Sea Kingdom is the best in the world, and its opera performances also stand out, with a seat among both nobles and commoners.

Especially in this era of scarce entertainment, opera is one of the few joys that people eagerly discuss.

The Blue Moon Theater is quite large, divided into several venues, simultaneously hosting various opera performances, allowing audiences to choose the show they wish to watch.

“Does Alice have anything she wants to see—this time you get to choose for yourself.” Roy paused, “If you don’t pick something you like, it can be very boring.”

“As long as it’s…”

Anticipating this, Roy quickly shook his finger, interrupting her, “I want to see the opera Alice likes.”

“So this time you have to choose for yourself.”

Watching a show he didn’t like was such torture; Roy knew that all too well from his previous life.

If he chose something he liked, even if Alice didn’t enjoy it, she likely wouldn’t mention it, just happy to be accompanying him.

But what fun was that?

This being Alice’s first theater experience, Roy hoped she wouldn’t constantly focus on him, but rather enjoy the opera performance itself.

Alice gave a soft “Um” and turned her gaze to the prominently displayed program schedule, deep in thought.

Although Veszyra didn’t have movie previews like in his previous life, the program schedule still included brief descriptions, and the theater personnel conducted oral promotions.

To Roy’s surprise, Alice, usually indecisive, quickly made up her mind.

“Alice wants to see that; what do you think, Master?”

Roy looked over and caught sight of the title.

“The Gray Maid.”

The description seemed like a romance drama.

Alice was indeed a girl after all.

While feeling a bit nostalgic, Roy smiled knowingly, “Great, let’s go with this.”