I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 496

Chapter 43: Interrogation

The little ghost from Sequence 7 of the Silver Bloodline was known for the unremarkable Iron-Blood bloodline.

Sequence 6 of the Silver Bloodline possessed the power of the undead and was an elder over ten years my senior.

How could I possibly lose? It’s simply baffling!

That was a full-strength attack from a Sequence 6, capable of erasing a beast of the same rank into mere bones with necromancy. How could I be unharmed? What kind of monster is this little ghost?!

Enwei couldn’t figure it out and had no time to ponder further; he turned and fled. But after just two steps, a flying sword thrown from the air pierced his thigh, sending him crashing several meters away in a disheveled heap.

Covered in mud and with a face as pale as bone, Enwei wanted to curse, but upon seeing the young boy’s cold expression, his voice trembled instead.

The murderous intent born from countless bloody battles was far more chilling than mere extraordinary aura.

“Y-you, wait! You can’t kill me! Do you know who I’ve allied with? You have no idea who you’re opposing! If you kill me, they’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth!”

Roy’s lips twitched as he nearly lost his composure.

He extinguished Enwei’s hopes mercilessly: “You mean the Necromancy School?”

That’s right, now you’re scared, huh? Enwei intended to say that, but the young boy’s face remained stone-cold.

“I’ve long been tired of those guys.” Roy looked down at Enwei, who was on the ground—neither fully human nor fully ghost, almost halfway to necrosis. He couldn’t hide his sarcasm: “You can’t even control corpses; you’re nothing more than an auxiliary member—not even a proper believer.”

Roy even chuckled: “You don’t think they’d retaliate over a discarded pawn, do you?”

To put it mildly, even if they did retaliate, Roy wasn’t afraid.

With a Sage backing him, having someone infiltrate to create an attack was already the limit, which only proved they didn’t dare act directly.

And against such a half-baked threat, there was no need for a Sage; Roy could handle it himself.

Yet Enwei couldn’t accept this simple truth, glaring with blood-red eyes, clutching his head and crying out.

“No! Impossible! They’ll come to save me! They surely will! They said I’m exceptionally talented, destined for greatness, only no one has discovered my abilities! I am the favored child of the Grim Reaper, the chosen one…”

But as he spoke, Enwei grew weak, gradually revealing despair.

If that were true, why did he lose to Roy?

“Enough with the blabber.” Roy lifted Enwei’s chin with his sword, coldly stating: “Now, it’s time to answer my question.”

“Daring to strike during the final practical means there’s definitely someone in the Academy helping you cover up the evidence. Tell me, who are they?!”

The insider who had remained hidden so far was definitely not someone of Enwei’s caliber. Without uprooting the true insider, Roy couldn’t feel at ease.

However, Enwei let out a pitiful laugh: “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t… Ah!”

Roy couldn’t be bothered to waste words and cut off his arm with a single stroke.

A necrotic being wouldn’t feel pain, but the purified water projection weapon was like a blade of sulfuric acid—plenty enough for him to suffer.

Roy didn’t think he was hard-hearted, but after witnessing so many atrocities committed by cultists, he had long since lost any sympathy for those who threw themselves into such evil.

Those who worshipped evil gods didn’t deserve to be human; Roy agreed with that sentiment more than anyone.

“Y-you, wait! I truly don’t know! I only know someone in the Academy is complicit, but the Necromancy School didn’t tell me who exactly… Oh, they said he’s a teacher!”

Roy felt a bit speechless.

Duh, the headmaster can’t possibly be the insider, and students lack the capability to create chaos. Aside from teachers, what else is left in the Academy? Who else could it be?!

While Roy didn’t believe Enwei was lying, he checked just in case.

Bard’s Illusory Song.

Depending on the melody hummed, this ability could serve both for attack and hypnosis.

While hypnotizing someone of a higher bloodline level was challenging, Enwei’s aura was already weakened, allowing Roy to succeed right away.

Seeing the vacant expression in his eyes, Roy asked again to confirm whether he really didn’t know who the insider was—just some cultists who found him outside—and couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened.

Great, another lead gone cold.

But why would the cultists send such a caliber of guy to his doom…

After asking, Roy learned that the Necromancy School seemed confident, claiming he was merely Sequence 7, believing Enwei’s strength would be sufficient to handle it.

Right, the Necromancy School doesn’t even know their own strength!

Although he regarded them all as cultists, the various cults weren’t united and their information didn’t flow freely.

For instance, the Evil Dragon Association had long locked onto his identity, but All Things Wither had no idea at the start.

The Necromancy School knew he was of False King blood but didn’t realize how powerful he was, thinking Sequence 6 could easily handle Sequence 7, which was why they sent Enwei, the so-called “brute.”

Looking at it this way, this guy was completely set up by the Necromancy School, yet he stupidly took them as his own!

Trust them? Might as well trust I’m the Creator!

However, after this event, the Necromancy School probably wouldn’t be so careless anymore.

Even though he now had another enemy on his tail, Roy didn’t mind too much, considering he had enough debt to keep him busy.

If they want to find me, better get in line!

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It was noon, and the sun shone brightly.

Teachers lounged under the makeshift sunshade, eating lunch while using projections sent by their familiars as entertainment.

“Pfft! Two against one, and you still can’t win! What were you listening to while I was teaching?!”

“Your side’s fine; my two idiots have been walking for a whole morning and can’t even follow the correct path!”

“Count yourself lucky; my student got ambushed by a beast and had to be carried out! The youth of today…”

The difficulty of the practical exam wasn’t low, and instances like these where teachers felt frustrated were rampant.

But just as everyone sighed, cheers erupted from the other side.

“No surprise! The Lionheart Princess finished the exam first!”

The projection froze on the scene of the red-haired princess leading her team, cutting through the beast horde with style.

Her ability to directly crush the enemy ranks was met with awe from many teachers, marveling at the kingdom’s martial prowess.

Following that, cheers erupted from another area.

The second projection focused on Nia completing her task.

However, many teachers found it both amusing and exasperating, especially Nia’s homeroom teacher, Sado, whose expression was quite complex.

Nia’s task was to go to the valley bottom, but she didn’t take the regular route; instead, she cleverly zipped down a zip line, completely avoiding the traps and beasts prepared by the teachers along the way.

But being clever was also part of skill, and no one would question that.

Average completion time for the final practical usually spanned an entire day.

Only the likes of the Lionheart Princess and the Elven Nightingale could complete it in half a day, leaving everyone else far behind.

But the third participant’s outcome caught everyone by surprise.