I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 340

Chapter 46: The Appointment

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The blonde maid knocked on the door, not rushing in until she heard a faint stir inside, followed by Roy’s permission, before she pushed the door open.

Charlotte was sitting regally in the lofty, luxurious lord’s seat, while Roy was seated at the coffee table.

The two appeared to be just fine, like a close pair of rulers.

However, Alice noticed that there was still a faint blush on Charlotte’s cheeks, and her master’s collar looked a bit disheveled.

It was clear to her, as she was the one who tidied the young boy’s collar every day.

The little maid pursed her lips slightly but quickly returned to her usual demeanor.

“Master, please take a look at this letter.”

“What is it?”

“It appeared in front of the mansion’s door out of nowhere.”

Roy took the envelope handed to him by the little maid and sniffed a slightly bitter fragrance from it.

The scent of coffee.

Charlotte impatiently asked, “Is it the South Sea faction again?”

But after opening the letter and confirming its contents, Roy’s expression turned strange.

He shook his head at Charlotte.

“It isn’t from the South Sea faction; the sender should be from the Dark Magic faction.”

Due to his own changes, the plot of “Angel’s Waltz” had diverged significantly from its original course. Not only had the conflict between the Lionheart faction and the South Sea faction been dramatically advanced, but the Dark Magic faction had also gotten involved earlier than expected.

Looking at the letter in his hand, Roy had a premonition that this change might not necessarily be a bad thing.

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“Report! Our people are in position, and we have fully sealed off all the bases of the Lionheart faction, ready for all-out war!”

The next morning, the conference room of the South Sea Mansion erupted in excitement from the report.

“There hasn’t been any counterattack, so it seems the Lionheart faction has reached their limit.”

“Still, we can’t let our guard down; we should be able to win in the end.”

Kuran, with his legs crossed, couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, feeling incredibly pleased. “Isn’t that obvious? Whether it’s Charlotte or Roy, they’re just a bunch of first-year kids. How could they be our opponents?”

Only Jason, sitting quietly to the side, gazed intently at the chessboard, unaffected by the growing morale in the room.

Defeating the Lionheart faction was a means, not an end. If they really pushed that princess to her limits, winning would come at a considerable cost.

Moreover, that Roy likely wouldn’t just sit idly by, right?

Until the intelligence he was waiting for finally arrived.

“Your Highness, Mr. Roy has arrived!”

This is giving in?

Jason felt somewhat disappointed but still managed to squeeze out a smile. “Welcome him into the banquet hall!”

The member who came to report had a strange expression. “It’s just Mr. Roy; there are no others!”

Upon hearing this, people were puzzled.

However, Jason couldn’t help but look out the window, watching the black-haired boy step off the golden griffon, his expression calm, and a surge of excitement bloomed in his heart.

Roy Ainbrad, you really are not that simple!

If it ended so easily, it would be too boring, right?

Moments later, Roy was personally welcomed by Jason into the banquet hall, where a feast awaited.

The banquet of the South Sea Kingdom was a hybrid of royal balls and private dinners.

Participants were seated in order of importance, and in the center of the hall, a group of coolly dressed, graceful dancers floated around like fish in water, their movements delicate and enchanting.

Jason took the lead in the conversation. “Roy, honestly, I admire you; although faction disputes don’t usually come with names, diving into enemy territory alone isn’t something just anyone can do.”

“I trust my senior won’t harm me,” Roy replied coolly, offering a slight smile.

“Of course! As long as you make wise decisions, we could even be friends.”

Jason raised his wine glass, and Roy mirrored him, clinking their glasses together.

Sipping the brightly colored tropical fruit wine and enjoying the beautiful dancers, the two shared a laugh, like long-lost friends reuniting.

However, after a brief exchange of pleasantries, Jason revealed his sharp edge.

“Roy, there’s no grudge between us; you can end this conflict anytime you wish.”

Roy couldn’t help but chuckle. “But I remember it was you, senior, who initiated the conflict, wasn’t it?”

Jason wore a helpless expression. “I warned you not to get too close to that witch.”

“I also reminded you that our matters are none of your business,” Roy replied, putting away his smile, responding indifferently.

“Let the past be past; what matters is now,” Jason said, presenting the agreement he had prepared long ago.

“Sign this, and everything can end.”

Members of the South Sea faction leaned in to observe Roy, either snickering or feeling smug. Among them, Kuran openly laughed, eager for a show more exciting than the dancers.

The so-called agreement was nothing more than a ceasefire.

The Lionheart faction would concede the school’s internal and external territories they had taken over from the Golden Sand faction, halt recruitment for this semester, compensate for the damages caused to the South Sea faction, and refuse any interactions with the student council or any other factions—except for an alliance with the South Sea faction.

In other words, it was unconditional surrender and admission of defeat, reducing them to a subordinate organization of the South Sea faction.

Many smaller factions, numbering dozens of members, operated similarly, controlled by larger factions, existing in name only.

However, Roy didn’t even glance at the agreement.

“Senior, you’ve misunderstood something.”

“What do you mean?”

“You initiated the conflict and now expect us to concede? You really underestimate us, don’t you?” Roy’s smile slowly faded, and with a blank expression, he picked up the agreement and tore it into pieces right before Jason’s eyes.

“I don’t care what your terms are; in fact, it’s you who should agree to my terms.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, the members of the South Sea faction changed their expressions dramatically.

Not just one person’s extraordinary aura trembled faintly, almost freezing the air.

Kuran was the first to slam the table, causing the dancers to shrink back in fright.

“A mere first-year, what makes you think you have the right to…”

Before he could finish his tirade, the southern prince cast a cold glance at him. “Quiet.”

Kuran immediately fell silent, while the others obediently retracted their supernatural auras.

Once Jason gestured for silence, the dancers regained their courage and resumed their movements.

“Was what you just said Charlotte’s opinion, or yours?”

“It’s our collective intention.”

At this, Jason sighed, disappointment washing over his face.

“I thought you were a smart person.”

In Jason’s view, if Roy wanted to grow and strengthen the Lionheart faction in the future, the only choice was to bide his time and endure in order to seek a breakthrough.

Faction disputes weren’t street fights.

If you stubbornly resisted to the end and declared an all-out war, it might seem like a moment of relief, but in reality, it would cripple the Lionheart faction, causing them to miss the opportunity to build strength and hone their abilities in the latter half of the semester.

That would be purely self-destructive and foolish.

From his fight against the Cult, it was clear that Roy was undoubtedly brave, but ultimately short-sighted. Perhaps he’d make a great knight, but to be a strategist, he still needed experience.

Douglas really underestimated him.

Jason smiled weakly at Roy, his glasses glinting coldly. “Let me teach you a lesson: courage and guts must be supported by strength.”

“Bring in the latest battle report!”