I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 816

Chapter 29: My Accompaniment

Roy let out a helpless sigh and stepped forward to clarify the situation, his expression becoming slightly grim.

“What’s going on?” Charlotte couldn’t sit still upon seeing this.

“It’s nothing, just that there was a little hiccup with the gift I’m supposed to give you.”

“But…”

As the leader of the faction, Charlotte wasn’t satisfied with such vague explanations. She instinctively wanted to press for more, but Roy was quicker, gently cupping her cheek.

Not just her cheek, his thumb even brushed against her lips.

Suddenly speechless, Charlotte froze in place like a little kitten, seemingly waiting for something, her rosy lips trembling.

“I’m sorry, I have to step away for a moment. I’ll take care of it quickly, wait for me, okay?”

“… Okay.”

Once the young boy left, Charlotte covered her flushed lips, sitting back down and gazing in the direction he had gone, feeling a wave of melancholy.

It was only when he left her line of sight that Roy’s expression darkened, turning to the faction member beside him.

“So, why is the South Sea faction holding back our goods?”

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Meanwhile.

In the Academy City, a melting pot of people from all over the Western Continent, there were always different festivals celebrated. Today was the national holiday of the kingdom, and the fiery lion flag danced like flames, coloring the streets with the unique celebrations of the Lionheart people.

Even those not from the Lionheart Kingdom couldn’t help but be swept up in the atmosphere and join in. The Lionheart citizens would raise their glasses to welcome outsiders, celebrating together.

Amidst the laughter, one could hear shouts of “Long live the kingdom!” and “Happy birthday, Princess!”

The coincidence of the national holiday and the princess’s birthday fascinated the outsiders, but unfortunately, the stunning princess known for her ruby beauty did not make an appearance, leaving many without the chance to catch a glimpse.

However, not everyone was eager to celebrate with the Lionheart citizens.

In the outskirts, far from the city center, members of the boy faction in blue uniforms had been waiting here for some time, surrounding the passing Lionheart faction’s convoy.

“National holiday, birthday—looks like you Lionheart folks are still as proud as ever.”

The leading man was lean with dark skin, his face fierce-looking, but the bandages wrapped around him and a faint smell of char made him less intimidating, giving off a somewhat comical vibe.

He was none other than Young Master Anbo, who had been knocked down by Charlotte’s fiery punch.

Regardless, he had gathered over twenty members of Sequence 8 behind him, and his own Sequence 7 strength was nothing to scoff at, clearly signaling mischief.

On the side of the Lionheart faction, aside from the black-haired cat girl, Choc, there were only a few members of Sequence 9—after all, they were just here for a delivery, not to confront anyone. Who would have thought the South Sea faction would ambush them here?

The situation looked bleak, but Choc stood her ground, baring her teeth defiantly: “Meow! It’s our festival; what do you care?!”

“Heh, using our Blue Moon Merchants’ goods to celebrate your princess’s birthday? Why should we?”

“We paid for it!”

Anbo’s gaze hardened, a sneer creeping onto his face. “You did pay, but only at cost! Occupying our territory, buying our goods at low prices—you low-grade Lionheart folks, don’t overestimate your position!”

“Not only that, but you even dared to lay a finger on me…” Anbo gritted his teeth, recalling the humiliation from earlier that morning, shaking with rage.

No one had hit him like that before!

“It’s time to show you some color!”

Choc had a short temper too and snapped back, fur bristling in anger: “If you wanna get hit, just say so!”

“Choc, no!” “Stop her!”

Everyone scrambled to pull Choc back.

If a real fight broke out, their current strength would just get them stomped, not to mention messing up the task Roy had assigned.

One of the Lionheart faction members bravely spoke up: “Young Master Anbo, there must be some misunderstanding! If you have any complaints, you can take them to Lord Jason, he can negotiate for you! Otherwise, Lady Charlotte will never tolerate your offense!”

The higher-ups of the South Sea and Lionheart factions were actually quite close, otherwise, Anbo wouldn’t be so disgruntled.

But as the son of a Marquis, he could neither sway Jason’s decision nor dare to provoke the Lionheart Princess, so in the end, he had to vent his frustration on these lower-ranking juniors.

And there were quite a few members of the South Sea faction like him.

“Don’t think I’m scared of your names! We don’t need Lord Jason to come personally; I can handle you bunch of lackeys myself! Not even the princess can save you!”

Leading the charge, Anbo and his gang of South Sea members grinned menacingly, approaching like a bloodthirsty piranha school, closing in from all sides.

Until a light chuckle broke the tension.

“No need for the princess to step in; I’ll handle this myself, alright?”

A crimson surge of extraordinary energy swept through, bringing with it a chilling pressure.

Like an ancient beast lurking in the abyss, or a glimpse from the heavens above, the suffocating sense of oppression didn’t just come from high bloodline levels, but from the mythic reign of the sky, a dragon soaring in the skies.

It was fleeting yet enough to leave one breathless.

Members of the South Sea faction turned, sweating at the sight of the newcomer.

Dark-haired, dark-eyed.

The sworn knight of the Lionheart Princess, the protector of the Destined Saintess, and countless other titles far surpassed any self-importance a senior might have held over a junior.

Rumor had it he’d already reached the mid-tier, standing at the peak of extraordinary power for the academy’s students.

No matter what, he was someone they could never touch.

Roy Ainbrad.

And Anbo’s heart raced, nearly causing him to curse out loud.

Though the face was different, he recognized that outfit.

Wasn’t this the guy who was with that red-haired girl this morning?!

Wait, if that’s the case, then that red-haired girl must be…

Ignoring the frozen South Sea faction members, Roy walked straight into the encirclement.

Confirming that the gifts being dragged by the carriage and Choc’s group were unharmed, Roy then turned his gaze to the likes of Anbo.

To be honest, Roy usually didn’t care much for faction rivalries.

Compared to the pursuit by the cultists, these little squabbles hardly mattered.

But today was different.

Today was a special day; he had promised to give Charlotte a birthday celebration beyond perfection, and now he was leaving her all alone at the tavern.

All because of these reckless fools.

Roy admitted he was a bit annoyed.

“Jason had an agreement with our princess, stating that he wouldn’t prioritize our previous disputes when reclaiming territory, and he also agreed to supply at cost, including this batch of gifts.”

“So I’m curious, who exactly sent you to disrupt us?”

His tone was calm, but his slightly shimmering dark gold eyes were like thunderous clouds brewing a storm, the calm before the tempest.

No one dared to step forward, not even an inch.

But everyone instinctively took a step back.

Thus, when Anbo came to his senses, he found himself staring blankly at the dark-haired boy before him.