I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 582

Chapter 130: Roy’s Fun, Unfazed

Under the prestige of the High Priest, all the cultists fell silent.

The top priest of the Necromancy Sect on the Western Continent, High Priest Corpse Dragon Granth.

Though still young, he was quite powerful, having reached Source Level 3 by the age of thirty, even forcibly refining a living pureblood dragon. He was truly the top genius of the Necromancy Sect.

Even the Sect Leader praised him without reservation, assigning him important tasks and viewing him as a successor.

Yet, when he passionately proposed revenge, the other priests looked troubled.

Who to take revenge on? They didn’t even know!

You could say they had no enemies, but they had suffered countless setbacks. But if you claimed they did have enemies, the grudges were too diluted across various factions—who exactly should they target?

The Academy City? The Empire? The Adventurers’ Guild? They couldn’t possibly wage war on the entire world, right?

Just because they weren’t afraid of death didn’t mean they wanted to die for nothing! Dying without contributing anything was just a waste, wasn’t it?!

“Respectful High Priest, with our current strength, engaging in war with any faction would yield no benefits,” one of the teachers said nervously.

Corpse Dragon let out a cold smile, “So we won’t take action against any faction.”

“Egg against stone will only waste the gifts bestowed by Lord Death. We must seek the highest returns with the smallest costs, spreading the gospel of eternal silence to the utmost!”

The bald mage raised his staff, using extraordinary power to sketch a figure.

“Blood of the False King, Roy Ainbrad! He is our current target!”

“If we can offer his corpse to Lord Death, this year’s losses will be nothing to speak of!”

The way everyone looked at the Black-Haired Boy was like a thirty-year-old pervert spotting a perfectly naked beauty—desire oozing out.

Another priest, suppressing his yearning, calmly analyzed, “However, this year’s blood of the False King is quite formidable and situated near the Empire’s borders. Dealing with him won’t be easy.”

Corpse Dragon nodded slightly.

“You’re correct.”

“But that was previously. The current blood of the False King has yet to recover from the injuries sustained during the battle at Snow Wind Fortress and is in the process of recuperation—his strength is barely one-tenth.”

“Everyone, opportunity is risk, and risk is opportunity!” The High Priest’s eyes flashed with sharpness, an extremely sinister aura rising from him.

“Indeed, recent vigilance is high at the Empire’s borders, making infiltration difficult. But most of the forces are gathered at Snow Wind Fortress, wary of the Demon Realm? Who would expect us to strike at this moment?”

“Do you wish to live your lives as waste, squander the gifts from Lord Death? Or do you aspire to be genuine martyrs and complete the grand mission of Lord Death?”

Corpse Dragon was a true gambler.

He had once taken the risk of being torn apart by a dragon, forcibly refining it into his own undead puppet, powered only by sheer courage—daring to gamble, daring to fight!

But this time, he wanted to play even bigger! Betting everything!

Yet, as he said, taking a step back always meant being waste; fighting for a shot at grabbing the blood of the False King—even if they died, they would be glorious martyrs!

“High Priest Granth, we swear to follow you to the death!”

“Good!”

The High Priest laughed heartily, his fervor evident.

“To work for Lord Death requires just this kind of determination!”

“The honor of seizing the blood of the False King must belong to us!”

Amidst the pale candlelight, the frenzied laughs of the cultists echoed, as if Roy was already a piece of meat upon their chopping block.

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Amnesia.

This should have been a terrifying word.

Every day he woke up, looking out at the snowy scenery, Roy felt a disconnect, as if he didn’t belong to this world.

Concepts like nobility, lineage, and extraordinary beings were understood by his brain but felt strangely foreign, almost like a video game.

Oddly enough, he could only grasp the concept of a video game without recalling what it specifically was.

It felt like one groping in the dark, uncertain of the path ahead, and subconsciously a little anxious.

Until the silver-haired girl’s words illuminated his world.

“I am your lover.”

Silver-haired, blue-eyed, with pale skin, a voluptuous figure, a snake-like waist, and the heirship of a duchy—this beautiful girl was somehow his lover?!

Amnesia? Who cares about that?!

Ever since then, Roy woke up smiling every morning, practically bubbling with joy.

And today, as his weak body gradually regained strength, Xue Nuo finally agreed to take him out to clear his mind, to do some things only lovers do.

Roy was absolutely on cloud nine!

Before they had even left, Xue Nuo was already fulfilling his expectations—and then some.

“Uh, Miss Xue Nuo, I can put on my own clothes.”

“No need to worry. This is just a normal thing for us.”

“Eh? Did I always do this before I lost my memory?”

“…Yes.”

Feeling a slightly cool hand glide across his back through the fabric, Roy couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed: “Isn’t this a hassle for you…?”

Xue Nuo gently replied as she carefully helped Roy into a black fur coat, adjusting the collar from bottom to top. Finally satisfied, she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, a slight smile gracing her lips: “It’s no trouble at all.”

“For lovers, it’s just normal, right?”

Seeing Xue Nuo’s unflinching tone, Roy had no choice but to accept this scenario.

He was seriously living a life where a girl would help him get dressed every day—a total sugar baby. What kind of life had he been living before?

“All done, we can head out… Oh, wait a moment.”

Just before stepping out, Xue Nuo suddenly reached out her delicate hand.

Roy was puzzled, but then she helplessly reminded him: “Hold hands.”

“Oh oh, sorry, um, I just feel a bit unaccustomed.”

“It’s okay.”

Xue Nuo took the initiative to grasp his hand, her snowy white hand tightly pressed against his palm, her eyes shining brightly: “You’ll get used to it eventually.”

Once again moved by her tenderness, Roy followed along like a delighted puppy, happily following Xue Nuo out the door.

The count and countess standing nearby were dumbfounded.

Brittany rubbed her eyes, “Wait, wasn’t he totally resistant to moving yesterday? How come today he’s just… completely fine?”

“Seems like the kid finally got it,” the old count said with a knowing smile, full of anticipation: “You should know that when the Duchess courted me, she was pretty proactive herself.”

Girls are naturally better at love, and they tend to be more forward—it’s just about whether they’ve encountered someone who stirs their heart.

Xue Nuo had no aversion to shopping—in fact, she was likely even more excited than Roy.

Doing some of the things they had once done would help him recover his memories, and shopping was certainly among them.

Of course, to maintain their lover persona, being a bit more affectionate was unavoidable!

However, Roy still wasn’t fully recuperated.

Once bitten by a snake, he’d be wary of ropes for ten years.

Considering the special circumstances surrounding the blood of the False King, she didn’t dare slack on ensuring the boy’s safety—even just strolling around town required maximum security.

Though they were just going for a casual outing, Roy was left stunned by Xue Nuo’s display.

Dozens of heavily-armored warriors riding giant bears guarded the way in front. Their carriage was pulled by imposing giant wolves. Accompanying them were female warriors wielding double-edged axes and grandfathers with arms thicker than his thighs.

Goodness, with this kind of entourage, even passing wild dogs would be terrified—anyone unaware would think they were gearing up for a battle! Was it really necessary to make such a grand show just for shopping?!