I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 803

Chapter 16: Pain, So Much Pain

Just a moment ago, I could still see the silhouettes of the two through the curtains, but now they’ve clearly disappeared, having collapsed inside.

A lonely man and woman lying down in a carriage?

Everyone present wasn’t a fool.

Considering that one possibility, the faces of the yellow magic users changed, and they cast a hint of sympathy toward their chief.

The yellow magic chief himself stared at his precious carriage, which he had worked so hard to obtain, now shaking rhythmically, feeling utterly furious.

The members of the student council and the black magic faction showed no intention of stopping it; instead, they had expressions of indifference, as if they had seen it all before, leaving him even more baffled.

What the heck? Your esteemed student council president and chief magic user is being brazenly disrespected by another man, and you’re just watching?!!

Kreya paid no mind to the yellow magic chief’s outrage, but if he were to ask her directly, she’d just respond with an awkward smile.

When another man disrespected Leanna, of course, they’d want to step in.

The thing is, based on past experience, it was usually Leanna who was the one dishing out disrespect.

As her subordinate, all they could do was show respect, understanding, and best wishes.

Who knows how long it took before the carriage finally stopped shaking.

The black-haired boy stepped out of the carriage, his clothes a bit disheveled, his serious expression still holding a hint of post-activity daze, as if he was slightly tipsy and not fully awake, his steps a bit swaying.

Even his gaze seemed unfocused, like someone who had just been through a wild night.

Seeing that he was the only one to get off, the yellow magic chief couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s Miss Leanna?”

“She… um, she really likes your carriage, so she doesn’t want to come out.”

The yellow magic chief wasn’t fooled by that lame excuse; he turned to get back into the carriage.

Unfortunately, Roy got in his way first.

The yellow magic chief grew even more displeased: “I need to confirm Miss Leanna’s condition myself…”

“No need for that.”

A light hum drifted in from the carriage window, interrupting him.

The voice was still elegant, like a warm breeze mixed with the rich aroma of coffee, but it carried a hint of huskiness: “I’m just a bit tired and want to rest for a while.”

“Sorry, but we should leave like this.”

The yellow magic chief gritted his teeth in frustration, his face showing a pleading expression: “But…”

“Meeting friends in a disheveled state isn’t quite proper; I hope the chief can understand a woman’s concerns.”

Roy shrugged: “You heard what she said.”

Realizing that she truly didn’t want to ride with him, not even wishing to see him again, the yellow magic chief took a deep breath, suppressing his pain.

Then, with anger much deeper than that pain, he fixed a glaring stare at Roy.

Why on earth would the witch, whom he couldn’t even approach with his best efforts and gifts, open up to him?!!

Sizing up the black-haired boy before him, the yellow magic chief bluntly asked, “May I ask who you are, exactly…?”

“Roy Ainbrad, pleased to meet you.”

Roy extended his hand with a polite smile.

The moment he said that, the young chief seemed to have taken an invisible blow.

The yellow magic users went wide-eyed, especially the one who had disparaged Roy earlier—his face turned pale instantly.

Ainbrad was a prestigious knightly family within the kingdom, but outside it, their reputation didn’t command much respect from other factions.

Karl was low-key, not seeking fame, and the Ainbrad family was in a remote area, so their influence outside the kingdom was questionable.

But when it came to Roy’s name, what people remembered most wasn’t the Ainbrad family’s title.

He was the kingdom’s oath knight, the winner of the Trial of Blue, the hero who fought against the demon race at the boundary of the catacombs, and… the Saint’s guard.

As the most talented youth of the Western Continent, having repeatedly defeated contenders in the Saint’s Trial from the Eastern Continent, he had even been mistakenly thought to have sacrificed himself while protecting the Saintess of White Harbor in a fierce battle.

Rumors said that the Saintess of White Harbor, who slayed the cult leader, struck down the sword of sanctification, and the one who delivered that blow was him.

Regardless, no one would doubt the bond he shared with that Saintess of White Harbor, nor would anyone question his status within the White Harbor Church.

Even inside the magic association, this young man received high praise.

Facing the chief of one of the seven branches of the association, along with someone closely tied to the kingdom and the church, he seemed notably less impressive.

The insults and sarcasm that were about to pour out of the yellow magic chief’s mouth were forcibly swallowed back.

He could only muster a forced smile and take Roy’s hand in greeting.

“I’m Ock, the chief of yellow magic.”

“Forgive my intrusion, but what exactly is your relationship with Miss Leanna?”

Roy didn’t respond and instead looked back at the carriage.

Although their relationship had long been seen through by the student council, on the surface it didn’t hold any special title.

Considering reputation, it was better to consult the girl first.

“Well, if I have to say, he’s my dear junior.”

“Just a bit closer than an ordinary junior, that sort.”

Roy secretly chuckled.

This guy just wouldn’t give up; unable to stand straight, yet still trying to tease him.

Meanwhile, the yellow magic chief Ock felt like his heart had dropped to the bottom, wanting to curse.

Is it proper to refer to a junior with “dear”?!

Maybe they were already…

Ignoring Ock’s ashen face, Roy politely said, “I appreciate you taking care of my senior on this trip.”

“Mr. Roy is joking; the yellow magic faction is the one being taken care of; we should be relying on Miss Leanna to escort us.”

Roy leaned in slightly.

“Good, seems you know your place.”

“!”

Roy lowered his voice, his tone calm yet carrying an underlying warning.

“I advise you not to think too much; my senior isn’t interested in you. If you annoy her, even the yellow magic faction won’t be able to save you.”

Many people resort to extreme measures after facing rejection.

The problem is, Leanna isn’t just anyone.

Anyone who dares to take extreme measures against Leanna usually ends up dealt with very heavily, and sometimes Roy can’t help but feel like it’s a bit much, yet he doesn’t say much.

In Leanna’s words, to survive in the underground world, a delicate girl must protect herself, and when faced with malicious intent, one must strike first.

He got it, but every time he heard how Leanna had disposed of some bad guy by feeding them to monsters in the wild, Roy always wanted to roll his eyes and wonder who the real bad guy was?

Hopefully, this guy can be smart enough.

Roy patted Ock on the shoulder and then turned to leave.

Watching the black-haired boy walk away, Ock stood there in a daze, eyes empty, as if his soul had been stripped away, facing the spring breeze of April yet feeling like he was bathing in the emperor’s drifting snows.

Traveling romantically with the witch had been something Ock had longed for, and it was also the best opportunity to capture Leanna’s heart.

However, staring at the tightly closed carriage door and imagining the black-haired boy and the brown-haired girl cuddled together inside, he couldn’t muster a shred of desire; even his fantasies turned bitter.