I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 405

Chapter 112: The Shaking of Each Other

Seeing Leanna unscathed and in good spirits, with no signs of bloodline backlash, the heavy burden that had weighed on Roy’s heart finally lightened a bit.

“Dealing with things related to cultists requires more than just brutality; you have to be a bit more careful,” Roy cautiously advised, burning the nearby corpses to ashes with the Flame Sword, “Senior, you owe me one.”

“Why are you here?” Leanna stared at him, murmuring.

“I just can’t stand cultists, plus the Mage Association offers rewards, so I thought why not join the fun…” The excuse came out smoothly, but halfway through, Roy couldn’t help but remember Kreya’s words — “The President has been thinking about you.”

Roy had always refrained from showing too much kindness, lest this bad woman tease and use it against him.

Yet, the truth was, Leanna wasn’t as cruel and heartless as she seemed. Their cooperative fight during the auction and her pitiful state that night both proved this.

She was just like an ordinary girl, stubborn, anxious, caring about herself, and occasionally leaning on something when overwhelmed.

If what Kreya said was true, was there still a need for Roy to lie to her?

Maybe, he could be a bit gentler towards her.

Roy sighed.

“Forget everything I just said.”

“Huh?”

“I’m here to help you.”

“!”

A flicker of panic crossed Leanna’s face, as if she hadn’t expected that response.

“But I clearly said…”

“You said I didn’t need to help? Forget that! If it weren’t for me just now, you’d be in big trouble,” Roy shrugged, half-amused, “You can’t handle this alone.”

Leanna lowered her eyelashes, looking a bit flustered.

But the next moment, she propped her cheek in her hand, revealing that familiar, slightly teasing smirk, and said playfully, “Didn’t expect Junior to care about me so much.”

“Kind of makes me feel like I want to fall in love with you,” Roy responded, his mouth twitching, face flushing, and the chills creeping up on him.

This joke was even cheesier than usual…

Roy waved his hand and hastily stepped past her, “We have more important things to do than joking around!”

Unbeknownst to him, once out of his sight, Leanna’s deliberately playful expression gradually faded, leaving only a faint blush.

No matter how flippant the words, that was a feeling a girl had never truly experienced.

The brown-haired girl gazed wistfully at the boy’s back, unable to hide a troubled sigh that escaped the corners of her mouth.

“If this goes on, I really will…”

Just then, the boy suddenly turned his head back, startling the girl.

However, he didn’t notice her unusual demeanor and awkwardly asked, “So, where do we go next?”

With Leanna leading the way, they smoothly traversed the winding corridors, arriving at the back of the manor.

In the center stood the largest hall of the entire estate, occasionally shaking with terrifying supernatural fluctuations and the sound of collapsing structures; it was clearly the battleground between the powerful mages and Dia Cassandra.

Leanna intended to head to the back auditorium to rescue her mother, which was unavoidable.

This meant they would inevitably clash with the unknown powers of Dia Cassandra.

As they approached the hall, an eerie silence suddenly fell before them.

Roy, being only Sequence 8, couldn’t detect movements too far away. He put on his hood to cover his face while asking Leanna, “Is it over?”

Leanna raised an eyebrow, “It’s over.”

“Seems that guy’s not a match for the great mages after all.”

Roy muttered, “To hold out against three Sequence 6 mages for this long, that’s impressive.”

Not everyone possesses the comprehensive abilities of the False King; in battles, one often can’t exploit positional or attribute advantages.

Dia had one against three. Losing was normal… right?

Just as Leanna was about to push the large door open, Roy stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

Leanna blinked, “If you want to hold hands, you could just tell me.”

“Who wants to hold your hand… wait, I mean, just be careful,” murmuring, Roy changed his expression to one of seriousness.

The original work didn’t mention Dia’s powers, and against such intelligence-gathering foes, Roy always felt uneasy.

Moreover, in the bad endings of the original story, Leanna had succumbed to bloodline backlash and devolved.

A dark magician could only morph under two conditions: one, mental trauma leading to an inability to suppress the bloodline’s agitation; second, overusing power resulting in a natural backlash from the bloodline.

Marvin Cassandra was dead, and there were no cultists around. The only threat to Leanna was Dia.

Had that guy really been dealt with by the mages?

In the face of unknown dangers, caution was never too much.

Contagiously serious, Leanna’s expression turned grave as well.

She abandoned the idea of barging in and cautiously opened a crack in the door, sending a shadow snake ahead to scout for enemies.

The Shadow of the Dark Serpent could provide extra vision with the shadow snake, making it a perfect precaution.

But seconds later, Leanna’s beautiful eyes widened slightly.

“Senior?”

“Impossible…!”

Just as Roy was about to ask, he suddenly stiffened.

A massive burst of supernatural energy surged in out of nowhere, like a gigantic wave!

Roy yanked Leanna close, trying to shield her, but unexpectedly, Leanna also lunged towards him, wanting to protect herself.

Fortunately, Roy’s strength was greater, and in an instant, he had her safely under him.

Next, a terrifying wave of dark light erupted.

The opulent manor of the Purple Magic School exploded without warning, sending forth a horrifying colossal wave.

The immense shock trembled the ground, causing instability among those in the courtyard and even outside the barrier, leaving them petrified.

The center of the entire manor was flattened in one strike.

What was once the grand hall was now just a pile of tilted ruins.

Seconds later, as rubble scattered, Roy pushed himself up from the debris.

“Senior! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but you…” Leanna’s voice trembled slightly.

The boy’s clothes were tattered, his dark golden dragon scales showing visible cracks, like a shattered puzzle, some parts even beginning to fall away.

But Roy just glanced back at the broken serpent shadows behind them and smiled lightly, “Don’t worry, thanks to you, I’m fine.”

The dragon scales were more like Leanna’s summoned object; strictly speaking, they weren’t part of his body, but more of an armor, so if they broke, it was no big deal.

Though he said that, Roy’s mood grew heavy.

If it weren’t for Leanna summoning the Hydra in a critical moment for defense and him using the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, that last hit could have seriously injured them both.

The power of that blow clearly exceeded the limits of what Sequence 6 could withstand.

Roy turned back and immediately understood why Leanna had looked so shocked.

Among the three Sequence 6 mages, one was left half-standing, another had lost his head lying beside him, and only Malfoy, draped in a red cloak, knelt on the ground, clutching his missing abdominal area, panting heavily, but barely alive.

On a towering wreckage, a burly middle-aged gentleman stood bare-chested, looking at them with surprise.

“Strange, I thought I could take one down.”