I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 453

Chapter 161: Xue Nuo Andewis

“Cut the act, minions of the Dragon, you look down on every being except dragons.”

“But if our interests align, we can still collaborate. The blood of the False King is a problem for you; if you’re willing to give us more power, we can make him pay the price—”

A heavy pressure erupted, causing Mina to turn pale and drop to her knees like an ant.

Eik showed no emotion in his eyes, a mocking smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m already showing mercy by sheltering you. Don’t let it go to your heads.”

That Black-Haired Boy was truly annoying, and the power of the False King’s blood was indeed tempting.

But right now, the Dark Magic Academy had just regained its position among the Seven Great Academies, making it the perfect time to gather strength without stirring up trouble.

Moreover, the False King’s blood was intricately linked to the Sage; making a move against it would attract the Sage’s revenge, and that would be quite unwise.

Only these crazed cultists, with their brains messed up by the Evil God, would dare to be so reckless.

Suddenly, the head of Dark Magic remembered something, “But if you want my help, you need to do something for me. There’s one person you should help me investigate.”

“Isn’t your Cult of the Evil Dragon‘s lair in the Lionheart Kingdom? Have you heard of an adventurer called the Sword Demon?”

From later investigations, Eik learned that the Sword Demon had accompanied Leanna on an execution mission.

Eik strongly suspected that Leanna was able to escape the plots of the Infernal Demon thanks to the Sword Demon.

Even the elite of the Mage Association might not be able to match Diabolus, and as for Leanna, she should have been completely demonized by now.

But who could this person possibly be? Even if they’re a pawn of the Sage, I can’t believe I’ve never heard of them.

Even if that person is already dead, not knowing the forces behind them keeps Eik on edge.

Mina, facing the command from the head of Dark Magic, secretly scoffed.

An old fool who’s good for nothing doesn’t even offer help, and yet feels entitled to command us noble servants of the Dragon?!

Sword Demon? Why should anyone care about that adventurer who just popped up from nowhere?!

Moreover, if they’re already dead, who has the time to investigate such a thing!

Mina pretended to be puzzled, “That’s just a recently prominent A-class adventurer, nothing more. Is there really anything special about them?”

“…… Forget it.”

Eik only felt his scalp tingle, growing more confused.

Even the Cult of the Evil Dragon doesn’t know his background.

Who exactly is this Sword Demon…

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The topic of conversation at the Mage Association recently has revolved around Malfoy.

Though he himself keeps murmuring that a certain adventurer is the real hero and that he doesn’t deserve the honors he received, as a Grand Mage of the Red Magic Academy and the commander who fought against the Demon Race and won, he still gained the unanimous respect of the mages.

Until today, people’s gazes finally shifted away from him.

Because another Grand Mage has returned.

Among their generation, the two most outstanding Grand Mages, along with Malfoy—who was known as part of the Red-Blue Duo—one has finally come back.

Without seeing the person, they could already spot the giant dragon’s corpse, frozen and shattered. And beside it was a silver great wolf larger than a horse.

When she appeared in people’s sight, a stir arose among the mages.

Her silver hair flowed like fine snow, her figure slender like a delicate willow, her deep blue dress bloomed like roses, radiating breathtaking beauty.

The girl’s icy skin was flawless, her curves pronounced; even her eyelashes were as white as frost flowers, resembling a stunning ice sculpture crafted by a goddess, or a flower blooming on the peak of a snowy mountain, beautiful yet out of reach, making it hard to harbor any impudent thoughts.

Just as her name had spread during her student days, the Ice Rose of the Winter Empire.

Xue Nuo Andewis.

Countless admirers longed for just a glimpse, willing to endure being pricked by the thorns of roses, but unfortunately, not only could most not approach her, they weren’t even on the same level.

First, there was her status as a duke’s daughter.

Second, there was her talent.

“Sequence 5, Miss Andewis has actually reached Sequence 5!”

“Not surprising, I heard she was already on the threshold of Sequence 5 when she went to hunt the Cult of the Evil Dragon.”

“I know! But this is outrageous! A Sequence 5 at such a young age—she could compete for the top of the academy!”

Keep in mind, Xue Nuo had only graduated from the academy two to three years ago. The promotion of mid-tier extraordinary beings usually takes a decade or so.

Even that Grand Mage Malfoy, who fought against the Demon Race, was regarded as a prodigy in his heyday, and now he has been stuck at Sequence 6 for seven or eight years.

Just the appearance of the silver-haired girl was enough to instantly steal everyone’s attention.

Yet her expression remained as unmoving as ancient ice and snow, showing no flicker at the surrounding admiration or respect.

For the people of the northern realms, achievements and titles were mere outside possessions.

And Xue Nuo was the epitome of a northerner, indifferent to fame and wealth, strict with herself, adhering to the personal principles that others could hardly endure, allowing her to reach the height she’s at today.

As usual, after selling off her spoils, Xue Nuo went straight to the bar and ordered a glass of water before starting to inquire about recent events.

Most of the time, she simply listened silently as the bar attendant regaled her with tales.

But today, she rarely frowned slightly, a glimmer of icy intent flashing through her cobalt blue eyes: “Demon Race?”

“It seems I’ve missed quite a bit.”

The attendant momentarily froze, surprised by that rare change in her stunning beauty, yet couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden wave of killing intent.

Until her cold, ethereal voice, like ice springs flowing under a cold river, rang out once more: “Next, let’s talk about the academy’s matters.”

Like many mages, Xue Nuo was also a teacher at the Magic Academy while being a member of the Mage Association.

Besides the Association’s affairs, she also needed to keep up with what was happening in the academy.

“In terms of the academy, we should start from last semester.”

However, despite the inquiry, Xue Nuo herself didn’t hold too much expectation, but rather seemed to stick to routine.

The Magic Academy was much like the recent political landscape of Veszyra—there were frictions and disputes, but nothing major changed, akin to the unyielding winds and snow atop the empire’s peak, dull and uneventful.

Yet this time, she found it a bit unexpected.

Among the numerous first-year newcomers making waves, the cult attack during the Trial of Blue, and the fierce clash between the old and new academies, there was always one name involved.

“Roy Ainbrad?”

“That’s right, this guy is quite the figure at the academy. Speaking of which, didn’t Miss Andewis just visit the Lionheart Kingdom? He’s a knight of the kingdom, you should have heard of him, right?”

Xue Nuo shook her head: “I only lingered at the borders; the news there isn’t very reliable.”

Seeing Xue Nuo curious for once, the attendant went on eagerly: “Do you want me to tell you more of his story?”

“No need.” Xue Nuo gently dismissed him.

From what she heard, Roy seemed to be a talented individual, possessing both bravery and intellect, having a good character, good manners, and exceptional abilities, making it hard not to feel favor towards him.

Noble gossip is often exaggerated; Xue Nuo believed at most three parts of it.

But the seed of interest had been quietly planted.

The silver-haired girl’s gaze fell towards the direction of the academy: “Rather than rumors, I’d prefer to meet him in person.”