I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 849

Chapter 62: Sequence 5

The first general under Marigoth, the Ice Dragon Frostclaw, was undeniably powerful.

It was sent south to confront the troops of the First Prince Naz, while also blocking potential reinforcements from other countries.

Now that Charlotte was leading her reinforcements forward, it meant Frostclaw had already been defeated.

A sour expression crossed Acidwing’s mind, but he quickly realized that a mere Sequence 6 couldn’t easily defeat Frostclaw.

“Stop boasting! You probably won using some despicable tactics with sheer numbers! The First Prince, or perhaps other Sequence 5s… Too bad they’re not here, and it’s just you at this moment!”

Acid Dragon snickered, corrosive liquid oozing from the corner of his mouth, devouring the structures beneath him: “Humans can’t defeat dragons, and what can you, a mere Sequence 6, possibly do?!”

Charlotte’s brow twitched.

“Sequence 6, Sequence 6, all this talk about Sequence 6 is really annoying.”

Looking at her war-torn homeland, Charlotte suddenly felt a bit dazed: “You know, the ascent of the Lionheart comes from one’s own flame. Ignite the heart fire, burn the will, and what blossoms is the true primordial fire.”

“I never understood what that meant, but thanks to you all, I think I’m beginning to grasp it.”

Beloved by her subjects, loyal knights, cherished friends, even the childhood scenery that should have bored her—familiar faces had faded away in the flames of war, and familiar sights were swallowed by the fire.

Sadness, heartache, loneliness—despite being mentally prepared for the battlefield, witnessing all of this still made Charlotte’s eyes sting, and she fought to hold back tears.

But her crimson eyes did not water. Compared to those sorrowful emotions, the blazing heart fire was far more potent, burning everything away.

At this moment, the only thing filling the princess’s chest was rage.

The rage of a ruler.

Charlotte leaped off her griffin, shrugged off her coat, and began to stride forward.

Her figure appeared small before the giant dragon, but with each step, her slender legs clad in boots carried an astonishing force, causing the ground to sink and leaving imprints.

With every step, the crimson flames flared higher, and that extraordinary presence soared.

Until she reached the peak of Sequence 6—

“Humans can’t defeat dragons! Even if you break into Sequence 5, what can you accomplish?!”

Just like a beast instinctively sharpening its claws to attack when sensing a threat, the acid dragon roared, unleashing its full strength.

Dragon Breath.

The acid breath of the acid dragon clan corroded everything, akin to a greenish blade. No matter how tough the flesh, no matter how hard the steel, under such blades, it would crumble and melt like butter, truly unstoppable.

The griffin knight, having witnessed this move, was greatly alarmed and hurried to dodge.

Even Rob, atop the city walls, felt a jolt of fear and was tense to the extreme.

However, the corrosive dragon breath ultimately did not strike.

Before that, the crimson lotus had already bloomed.

The Lionheart princess had crossed the threshold of Sequence 5, finally reaching a realm where one could stand against a thousand, bringing her bloodline’s legacy to extraordinary heights.

The primordial flame exploded, a claw slashing out, flames blooming fiercely.

The seemingly endless acid dragon breath was completely devoured by the flames, and even the remarkably tough scales were melted and torn apart.

Acidwing’s eyes widened.

In its final moments of life, reflected in those terrified eyes was not the red-haired girl but the… Lion King, embraced by raging fire.

Since the city was established, the first pureblood giant dragon had fallen, along with a wailing that echoed across the skies; the dragon clan finally dispersed like a tide.

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As the sun sank, the last rays fell.

Lionheart City welcomed a night without dragon assaults after a long time.

What Charlotte brought was not only military support, but a bounty of supplies from the green governments, Academy City, Golden Sands, Nanhai, and so forth, along with the soldiers’ most lacking hope.

For noble heads of households, nothing was more reassuring than seeing their children take charge and come to aid. For ordinary soldiers, nothing was more uplifting than seeing their brothers in arms providing support. As for the citizens of the capital, long besieged by dragons and seeing no end to the war, this precious reinforcements reignited hope.

The capital, long numb and weary, was filled with cheers tonight.

With one arm wrapped in bandages and resting on her chest, Charlotte walked through the crowd, greeting everyone amid their cheers.

The honor of wounds was a knight’s medal; the blood-stained bandages did not diminish her prestige; instead, they made her seem even more heroic in the eyes of the Lionheart subjects.

In fact, compared to Acidwing, these little injuries were nothing.

That broken dragon body had already been hung on the city walls by dozens of long spears, proving the overwhelming victory of the Lionheart princess.

Walking through the streets, scarred by war, waving farewell to the enthusiastic citizens, Charlotte finally returned to the Red Fortress.

What awaited her was not the knights’ respect and the people’s cheers, but her mother’s eager embrace.

Just that one hug made Charlotte deeply realize that her mother had grown a lot thinner than in her memories.

It made her eyes feel a bit sore.

But now, she was no longer the girl who could throw tantrums; the knights around her were watching.

Not wanting to linger too long in the embrace, Charlotte quickly steeled herself, taking the initiative to pull away.

“Mother, don’t worry, I’m fine, see?”

“Stupid… How’s father? I want to see him.”

Leisha stared at Charlotte’s injured arm, hesitating, but the girl’s determined face, no longer weak, ultimately made her put aside her maternal affection.

Leisha forced a somewhat strained smile: “He’s in the bedroom. Go on.”

Charlotte arrived at the king’s bedroom and finally saw her father.

Rob Reinhardt, the Lionheart King who had once defeated the Crimson Blood Dragon and saved the kingdom.

Although Charlotte had complained more than once that Rob failed to completely kill the Crimson Blood Dragon, leaving notable troubles behind, in her heart, that had never tarnished Rob’s authority.

However, the sight before her made Charlotte’s heart tremble.

Rob’s face looked considerably haggard compared to her memory, with disheveled beard, pale complexion, and his body wrapped in bandages—it was worlds apart from the valiant king she was familiar with.

“Stupid old dad, you…”

“Tsk, I underestimated my opponent a bit; that Nidhogg is indeed a lot stronger than the Balagas back in the day.”

“Hmph, but next time I’ll definitely smash its stupid head!”

Rob said, full of defiance.

Defeat had not crushed Rob’s pride; he was still that king who dared to face a fire dragon.

Looking at Charlotte, a fleeting glimmer of warmth crossed his aged face, but he quickly regained his proud smile: “Those beasts always say humans can’t defeat dragons, but the result is never that simple.”

“You did great!”

“…Hmph, for the Lionheart royal family, this level of achievement is only natural.”

Father and daughter exchanged knowing smiles, their faces reflecting the same defiance and pride of the royal lineage.