I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 389

Chapter 95: The Senior is Drunk

Confronted by the grinning bad woman, Roy could only rub his temples and sigh after a twitch at the corner of his eye.

“Alright then.”

Stepping into the bar, what greeted him was not the loud music or boisterous laughter he had anticipated, but soft melodies and nearly inaudible banter between a man and a woman.

The bar counter was lined with all sorts of liquor bottles, and an array of colorful cocktail glasses emitted an intoxicating aroma, as experienced bartenders skillfully crafted vibrant drinks.

Most of the customers here were elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies, so Roy and Leanna’s formal attire didn’t stand out much.

It was clear that Leanna was no stranger to this place, as she smoothly selected a semi-open Private Room and sat next to Roy.

Soon, several brightly colored cocktails were respectfully served by the Servants.

“What do you want to drink, junior?”

“Is it really appropriate to encourage a junior to drink?”

“Not drinking in society is a no-no; the senior is just helping you adapt early.”

Realizing he couldn’t argue with her, Roy picked the drink with the lowest alcohol content and took a small sip.

Even though Roy was not cooperating, Leanna’s enthusiasm was unaffected in the slightest.

She swirled her glass, steadily sipping the vibrant liquid adorned with tropical fruits and ice, appearing like a sophisticated lady savoring a fine wine, lost in the intoxicating effects of alcohol.

Is it really that good?

Under Leanna’s influence, Roy took a few sips as well; he found the icy sweet and sour drink neither likable nor unlikable.

Meanwhile, the drink in front of Leanna disappeared at a visibly rapid pace.

Before long, her previously inscrutable purple eyes began to glimmer with a hint of drunkenness.

The usually teasing Leanna was strangely quiet today, almost like she was drinking in solitude.

After all, something unpleasant happened at the banquet, and Roy could understand her feelings.

Although he had helped her save face then, Roy knew that the feud between Leanna and the Cassandra Family was nowhere near simple.

As glass after glass was drained, watching Leanna’s breathing grow increasingly light, Roy began to feel anxious.

Wait a minute.

Wait, wait, wait!

Is this a “drunk or die” situation?

At this rate, isn’t she going to act like a drunkard in the story? And she wouldn’t even need to sneak into her house; she’d end up suffering on-site!

Roy suddenly felt like he had walked right into a tiger’s den.

When Leanna lifted her glass for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Roy had no choice but to grasp her hand to stop her.

“That’s enough for now.”

“I’m not drunk.”

The sweetness of the girl’s breath was intoxicating, and it made Roy’s bones feel weak.

Leanna chuckled lightly, pulled her hand away, crossed her legs, and took another sip, “Extraordinary beings aren’t that easy to get drunk.”

“But you’re clearly trying to get drunk on purpose,” Roy retorted, “If you’re planning to do something to me under the influence…”

Leanna tossed her long hair, leaning back in her seat, her fitted mermaid dress showcasing her curves, her slightly flushed face looking at him with playful eyes as she smiled, “What if I said yes?”

Roy’s face darkened, and he answered with action, snatching the glass from her hand.

Leanna wasn’t upset; she just laughed a couple of times and then slowly lowered her eyelashes.

“Junior, can you listen to me for a moment?”

“About my past.”

Looking at the girl whose head hung low, veiled in shadows and draped in melancholy, Roy couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

“Sure.”

“Thank you.”

Leanna let out a light laugh, then began recounting her past as if she were sharing someone else’s story.

Roy wasn’t too surprised.

Leanna did not seem like someone who enjoyed drinking.

People like her drink either to drown their sorrows or to gain courage to express the repression buried deep in their hearts.

Originally, Leanna, hailing from the esteemed Purple Magic Society of the Cassandra Family, led a perfectly normal happy life. Until one day, the current head of the family, Dia Cassandra, murdered her father and married her mother, taking control of the Purple Magic Society.

And Leanna, who narrowly escaped, had to resort to being a Black Mage to save her mother and reclaim what was rightfully hers, despite the discrimination she faced.

This was a well-established tale in the original story.

However, hearing Leanna speak these words still tugged at one’s heartstrings.

Unknowingly, not really enjoying it, Roy finished his own drink as well.

After sharing this bittersweet past, Leanna turned her head and sighed softly.

“I’m sorry for bringing up such an unpleasant topic.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

She had never shared this with even Kreya.

In fact, Leanna only intended to drink to ease her pain and hadn’t planned to lay everything bare.

“Why, why…” Leanna murmured self-deprecatingly, “Maybe because, aside from you, I really don’t know who else I can tell this to.”

“You must think I’m ridiculous. Having already been given a second chance at life, I’m still unwilling to sink into despair and, in my pursuit of power, had to touch the blood of the Demon Race. Thinking about it, I’m not much different from those crazy Cultists who pursue power at all costs…”

Black Magic doesn’t end well. So Leanna had long accepted this; otherwise, she wouldn’t have persevered on the path of a Black Mage until now, from nothing to finally possessing the power to save her mother.

She never thought of giving up and had long regarded her life as insignificant.

She didn’t expect anyone to understand the meaning of her sacrifice.

Yet every once in a while, she couldn’t help but feel a bit exhausted, wanting to seek a short respite on this suffocating path.

But just then, a boy’s whisper came from next to her.

“I don’t think it’s ridiculous.”

Leanna was momentarily stunned, her head turning back in a daze.

The black-haired boy looked into her eyes, speaking clearly, “And you’re not like the Cultists.”

“Wanting revenge against enemies, wanting to save your loved ones, seeking power for those reasons is perfectly reasonable. How can it compare to those lunatics?”

Roy clenched his fists as he spoke, an unbearable surge of emotions flooding from his chest.

Just like Leanna desired to reclaim everything and save her mother, needing power, he too bore the fate of being hunted by Cultists, needing power to protect himself and those around him.

How could he not understand Leanna’s choice?

In the face of a cruel fate, sometimes one must resort to any means necessary to grasp that one option.

If he were in Leanna’s shoes, he would undoubtedly make the same choice.

The only difference was that he had encountered Alice, Charlotte, and Nia; no matter how much blood and thorns lay ahead, with their support, he could march forward.

But Leanna had walked this path all alone up to now.

Given enough time, Leanna could have destroyed Marvin Cassandra.

However, the pain inflicted by Marvin was not so easily healed.

So even though he helped her drive Marvin back, Leanna’s worries still weren’t fully alleviated.

With those thoughts, Roy straightened his expression and transformed his affirmation into words: “So, senior, your choice is not ridiculous at all!”

“Those high and mighty people have no right to judge you; your choice is not wrong! On the contrary, I think you’re truly amazing!”