I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 397

Chapter 104: The Echoes of the Past

The audacity of the black-haired girl sent a chill up Roy’s spine, fearing she might get struck by lightning any second.

But despite the thunder rumbling ominously in the sky, no lightning struck.

The mermaid’s tail swept across, seemingly brutal, yet it merely pushed the black-haired girl aside, clearly showing restraint.

Roy’s expression became a bit strange.

You see, purebred mythical creatures generally possess mid-level Extraordinary Power, and the mermaid in front of him was far beyond that.

The tears of the mermaid contained the power of a demigod; this mermaid princess was surely a sea king who could rival the likes of Dragon King Bahamut and Ancestor Lilith.

If she wanted to, just sweeping away would be nothing; moving a single finger would be enough to crush a mere mortal.

Unfortunately, from the looks of it, she seemed to be quite at the mercy of the black-haired girl…

The two were shoving each other, looking every bit like girls playfully grappling.

“Dorothy, how many times do I have to remind you? I am a noble member of the sea tribe, and I won’t tolerate your rudeness.”

“But Leviathan is just too cute, I can’t help it! Besides…” the black-haired witch giggled, revealing a mischievous side, “It’s clear you enjoy it, Leviathan.”

That made Leviathan’s eyes twitch, a murderous glint flashing as she propped herself up from her coral throne.

“Your black magic is finally reaching a point of madness, clouding your mind? Which eye of yours saw me… Ugh!”

Dorothy’s finger landed right on her delicate, scaled waist, and the regal sea ruler let out a flustered hum, instantly losing all authority.

As the black-haired witch expertly caressed the little mermaid’s silky skin, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “So that’s it—fish scales are quite sensitive, unlike dragon scales.”

The mermaid’s tail quivered like undulating waves, intensifying the moment.

Roy felt his cheeks flush a bit.

Sure, it’s nice to see girls being close, but is this something he should be witnessing?

Thankfully, the flustered sea ruler finally got mad: “Dor–o–thy!”

As the sky began to brew with lightning, Dorothy finally took the hint and eased up, calming Leviathan down.

After catching her breath, Leviathan wrapped her tail around herself defensively.

Using the vocabulary she had learned from the other, she taunted, “You really have too much time on your hands. The humans are in a mess, and you’re here fishing.”

“Who cares about humans? It’d be better if they all died,” Dorothy shrugged nonchalantly, perched on the armrest of the throne, “They don’t treat us like humans anyway.”

Magicians of the Second Era didn’t consider themselves human but rather boasted of being superior beings, enslaving mortals.

From the very first Trial of Colors, mortals served under the oppressive rule of magicians, living in misery.

However, by the mid-Second Era, the status of black magicians had sunk even below that of mortals.

While the magicians scorned the demonic powers of black magicians, they feared their might and banded together against them.

To make matters worse, the leader of the black magicians, for selfish reasons, knelt in submission, resisting no further and instead betraying his fellow black magicians for self-preservation.

During this period, countless black magicians who lost their patronage were brutally slaughtered.

This was the bloody past of the Second Era, the Hunting of Black Magic.

So, while Roy couldn’t approve, he understood why the other had such an inhumane view. Thinking of her situation, he couldn’t help but feel a touch of sadness.

Countless black magicians from that era, unknown even by name, vanished during the brutal hunts.

Perhaps, Dorothy wouldn’t escape such a fate either.

The black-haired girl raised a smirk, appearing at peace and satisfied, “Anyway, I only need Dorothy.”

To Roy, her smile was reminiscent of Leanna—seemingly flawless yet cloaked in unshakeable melancholy and bitterness.

Only when she looked towards Leviathan did her dark eyes reveal a glimmer of hope.

With expectation, she invited, “Leviathan, come with me. Let’s leave here and find a place far from conflict.”

But Leviathan avoided her gaze: “You know that’s impossible.”

“Let alone the fact that I must protect my people… moreover, I have already…”

Leviathan paused slightly, rephrasing, “Even if it’s to the ends of the earth, one can never escape conflict.”

Seeing the lonely expression of the mermaid princess, Roy felt a jolt in his heart.

Magicians are powerful, but with the might of a demigod, carving out a peaceful land isn’t impossible.

Unless Leviathan had already…

The black-haired witch’s gaze flickered, evidently catching onto this possibility.

She didn’t call it out nor dwell on that topic any longer, switching to discussing the curious sights of the outside world, cleverly dispelling their mutual gloom.

As dusk fell and the sky darkened, Dorothy finally got up from beside the throne.

Leviathan, as if genuinely asking, “Are you leaving?”

“Uh-huh, can’t bear to part with me?” Dorothy grinned widely, opening her arms, “How about a hug?”

Leviathan shot her a glance but said nothing.

Just before Dorothy stepped into the cave, a distant, somewhat cold reminder floated over.

“Be careful, don’t die.”

Dorothy turned back, smiling softly, “I’ll be back.”

The expressionless mermaid princess sat firmly on her throne, lightly flicking her tail in response.

Dreamlike scenes bubbled up, gradually becoming hazy, ultimately swallowing Roy whole.

After a dizzying feeling and a sense of weightlessness set in, he found his bearings once more.

When he opened his eyes again, the damp air, the touch of the sea breeze, and the two girls’ faces had all vanished.

The sea ruler and the human witch.

In a tumultuous era filled with strife and slaughter, ruled by magicians, how could their fates be as peaceful as mere coincidences seen through the tides of history?

The magicians of that era were unlike today.

Self-proclaimed superior beings, they disregarded mortals until the invasions of the Demon Race in the Third Era, when they finally remembered their humanity and ceased their oppression of mortals and black magicians.

But the near-extinct mermaid princess likely wouldn’t be able to protect Dorothy until that day came.

Roy tightly shut his eyes, sinking these complex, sorrowful thoughts deep within.

Let the past be the past; there’s no need to fret over echoes of bygone clouds.

Leviathan might not protect Dorothy, but he couldn’t just stand idly by watching Leanna tumble into the abyss.

【Detected connection to the Fallen King’s reverse command node】

Through this path to kingship, the long-stagnant bloodline of the False King finally began to digest rapidly, just as Roy had anticipated, pushing toward the next bloodline level.

Faster than the Iron Blood by who knows how many times.

This gave Roy more confidence in dealing with the reverse command node.