I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 923

Chapter 20: Preparations Before Departure

As soon as Cheese stepped into Sequence 6, he truly felt the terror of the royal griffin bloodline. The so-called Griffin King was currently in a submissive position, unable to turn the tides.

The single griffin had suffered from drought for ages, but for the past few days, he finally experienced the joys and pains of being drowned.

Fortunately, this was when Roy came to his rescue.

“During the summer vacation, I plan to visit the Verdant Council. You can either come with me or accompany Cake back to the kingdom.”

This invitation was music to Cheese’s ears.

“Brother, you know me. Wherever you go, I will definitely follow!”

Roy pretended to be considerate, “But if that’s the case, you’ll be away from Miss Cake for a long time. Is that really okay?”

The Golden-Winged Griffin playfully rubbed its claws, “What you’re saying is that even Miss Cake isn’t as important as you are in my heart…”

“What are you guys talking about?”

Suddenly, the crimson griffin poked its head in from the side, startling Cheese into silence.

Roy kindly explained in griffin language, “I’m going to take Cheese on a long trip, so you won’t see each other for quite a while.”

“Right, right, right.” Cheese nodded repeatedly.

Cake lowered her head, feeling a bit lonely.

“So for the next few days, I won’t disturb you. You should spend some quality time with Cheese during this period.”

“Right, right, right… huh?”

Realizing something was off, Cheese wanted to question, but Cake had already snuggled up to him with a smile.

“B-brother…!”

“Your owner said they wouldn’t disturb us, so it’s fine if you spend some time with me… or do you not want to?”

“N-no, I do want to, of course I do!”

The cuddling of the crimson griffin, which should have been a blissful sensation, made Cheese tear up at that moment.

Isn’t my big brother awesome? Not only is he helping his buddy chase ladies, but he’s also ensuring a happy post-marital life! Look, look, look, this kid is about to cry from the touch of gratitude!

Thinking this, with a slight ache in his kidneys, Roy left feeling satisfied.

For the summer trip, besides bringing Cheese, he had to do some other preparations.

Unlike swaggering back home to slay dragons, this time he had to take care of Nia. To prevent getting ambushed by All Things Wither, Roy planned to act as low-key as possible.

The fame of a dragon-slaying knight had become a hindrance; not just common folks, everywhere he went now, he would be recognized by local powers.

So, it was best to come up with some disguises.

And here’s the problem:

He needed a supernatural item to disguise his appearance.

Phantom Mask.

The first thing Roy thought of was Sword Demon’s outfit.

Convenient abilities, cool appearance; when worn, it seemed like he was donning a mask, but in reality, without saying a word, just taking it off would still exude the fierce aura of a dark elf, bringing prestige to the max.

Unfortunately, that outfit had been burned to rags by the Flame Demon and even turned into a martyr’s relic displayed on the Adventurers’ Guild memorial wall…

With that, he had to search for another supernatural item.

Here’s the issue:

The Favor Exchange Zone had none of those items, and the Reputation Lottery Zone was completely random; even if he did a hundred consecutive draws, there’s no guarantee he’d pull what he needed.

50,000 reputation points mean 5 hundred draws, just to put it plainly.

Unlike last time in the kingdom, where every golden item from three hundred consecutive draws was useful, he had hit the jackpot.

Back home, Roy washed his face, asked Alice for a layer of Holy Light blessing, returned to his room glowing, and began the tension-filled lottery.

“100 consecutive draws, 10,000 reputation points consumed.”

Colorful halos flashed repeatedly, and items popped up, flooding Roy’s bed.

At this point, he didn’t care whether the items were blue, white, or purple; he only hurried to check when golden light illuminated the room.

“Platinum Essence: An extraordinary liquid passed down from the first era, crafted collaboratively by the chief artisans of various dwarven clans. This liquid can mimic lifeless materials below its rank to repair damaged extraordinary items or forge extraordinary weapons. It is sought after as a top-tier forging material, having been lost with the decline of the dwarves.”

Looking at the essence in his hand, Roy fell silent.

Sure, a golden-tier item is nice, but what’s the use?!

What he needed was something to disguise his identity; why would he need top-tier forging materials? Though it could help Alice forge a holy sword, the craftsman hadn’t arrived yet.

Not a good start. Am I really just a shabby luckless guy? Theoretically speaking, aren’t the Veszyra people all of European blood?!

Unwilling to accept defeat, Roy activated the panel again.

“100 consecutive draws, 10,000 reputation points consumed.”

Fortunately, this time, the panel didn’t disappoint him.

“Phantom Mask: A mask of illusion passed down through the generations of mist elves from the first era, embedded with illusionary magic patterns, capable of transforming faces into any form and disguising clothing. The mist elves are a clan of assassins, and only the best assassins are worthy of wearing the mask, allowing for infinite changes, undetectable appearances. It also conceals one’s presence to a certain degree.”

Here it comes!

This is exactly what I wanted! A supernatural item to forge a new identity!

It was a completely transparent mask that was so indistinct, it was hard to discern its shape unless looked at closely.

Roy put the mask on his face, faced the mirror, and with a thought, the mask transformed into the features he desired. It could change his facial features, skin color, even his race, and his voice could morph according to his wishes.

Ever since his bloodline level rose, the effect of the Cloud Mist Cloak had gone down, and the Phantom Mask’s concealed presence feature made up for that.

Most importantly, this mask could not only change faces but also change clothing!

The air distorted, and shadows twisted as it morphed into a deep windcoat, resembling a dark red flower blooming in the midst of slaughter.

Roy projected a long sword, spinning it in the dark, flashing cold light.

Sword Demon, making a glorious return!

In his endeavors, there’s always a need for an identity; if he wanted to hide his dragon-slaying knight identity, using the Sword Demon persona wasn’t a bad choice!

Especially since All Things Wither would absolutely never guess that a fallen adventurer would rise from the dead to trouble them!

As the saying goes, sometimes the dead are even better than the living!

“Dinner’s ready, come eat—what are you doing?”

The door suddenly swung open, and Roy almost dropped his sword in shock.

Nia popped her head in; luckily, before that, Roy had already deactivated the Phantom Mask’s effect.

Among the girls, only Leanna knew his identity as the Sword Demon.

Honestly, there was nothing to hide, but he particularly didn’t want Nia to find out.

It felt like when you were home and got all cringey shouting, “I am Batman,” only to be caught by your mom who mocks you right there—how mortifying could that be?!

Having a dual identity may be cool when you’re playing alone, but if those around you know, that’s just awkward!

Especially since Nia viewed the Sword Demon as her idol; truth be told, Roy didn’t want to shatter her fantasy. Sometimes it felt nice secretly listening to her praise the Sword Demon.

“So, why are you practicing sword skills in your room?”

“My hands were itching.”

“Then why are you striking poses?”

Roy silently put the sword down.

Nia seemed to realize something: “Looks like this is what you call being cringey, huh?”

“Who are you calling cringey?!”