I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 925

Chapter 22: Janthea’s Concerns

Nia dropped the act, wrapping one arm around Roy’s neck while the other casually stuffed dried fruits into her mouth, not forgetting to shove some into Roy’s as well, making a grand show of it: “Mom, you don’t get it! Since Roy is so reliable, why bother thinking? Eating is enough for us!”

Janthea’s eyelid twitched slightly.

She initially wanted Nia to train at the academy, but now it felt like this kid had completely turned into a lazy bum…

Roy timely complemented Nia, “Actually, Nia is working hard too.”

Janthea’s expression softened, “I know.”

“That lazy girl has reached nearly Sequence 5 in less than two years. Seems she gained something at the academy.” While affirming this, Janthea’s gaze was fixed on Roy, “I have to thank you on behalf of Nia.”

Roy looked a bit embarrassed.

“I really didn’t help much with reaching Sequence 5; it was all Nia’s own effort.”

No rewards for nothing, being polite was one thing, but Roy didn’t want to deny Nia’s achievements.

To this, Janthea just smiled without saying anything.

As a mother, she knew exactly how lazy her daughter was and also understood that Nia would only show her true capabilities when pursuing her heart’s desire.

For once, Nia leaned against the boy’s shoulder, silently munching on dried fruit, humbly looking elsewhere, not refuting her mother’s words.

“Speaking of which, I didn’t just come to ensure Nia’s safety; I’m also here to help.”

Roy’s tone turned serious: “Lady Janthea, do you remember what I said before?”

“How could I forget? One day, I will help Nia completely resolve the grievances with All Things Wither.” Janthea murmured nostalgically, her eyes filled with hope: “Back then, I thought you were just young and reckless, which wasn’t such a bad thing, but now it seems you’ve far exceeded my expectations.”

“Sequence 4… Above Extraordinary, on the road to the extraordinary, you have already surpassed all the elven descendants since this era.”

This wasn’t an exaggeration.

Among the major forces of Veszyra, there were very few high-level extraordinary beings.

The strongest from the Verdant Council since the Fourth Era barely reached Sequence 5; no one could cross the threshold of mythical beings. It was fair to say that before Nia, even the heir of the golden-blooded Forest Elf was pretty rare.

The probability of silver-blood crossing into high level was not better than golden-blooded. For quite a long time, the whole council didn’t dare hope for anyone to reach high level and bring myth-like power.

That’s why Nia was seen as hope by the Verdant Council.

And now, there was even a high-level willing to lend a helping hand.

Even Janthea, with her usual calm demeanor, found it hard to hide her excitement.

Roy feigned contemplation: “Unlike back then, I now have the ability to fulfill that promise.”

“I heard from the academy head that All Things Wither has started to act up again. If there’s anything I can help with, please don’t hesitate.”

Firstly, it was for Nia; he needed to eliminate those blockheads sooner or later.

Secondly, for personal vendettas, Roy hadn’t forgotten that the deity worshipped by All Things Wither had specifically wanted his life.

In the past, it was because he lacked the power to intervene, but now that he was at least high-level, how could he continue to sit back and wait for his enemies to come knocking?

There were quite a few who wanted his life.

Now that the dragon clan grievances were settled, and the demon race was isolated beyond the Desperate Defense Line, it was the best time to deal with All Things Wither.

Unlike Nidhogg, who ruled over countless dragons with great power, All Things Wither had relatively limited strength. The evil god was strong but had not yet revived. As they say, it’s better to pick on the weak, Roy wanted to take this opportunity to resolve this annoying bunch.

“Exactly! No need to be polite! With Roy’s help, those plant zombies will turn to dust!” Nia clenched her fist, looking smug.

Though their relationship was already close enough, seeing her daughter getting too familiar with a high-level extraordinary was still raising Janthea’s blood pressure.

With a cup of floral tea, suppressing the urge to smack Nia’s backside, Janthea could only manage a bitter smile, “Roy, I truly appreciate your intention.”

“But at this stage, it’s not yet time for a full-on war with All Things Wither.”

“Unlike your Lionheart Kingdom, the situation at the Verdant Council is much more complicated. How to handle All Things Wither, and how much power to invest, isn’t something I can decide alone. It’s nice that you’re willing to help, but this matter will take some time to reach a conclusion. At least, we’ll need to wait for a few days until the council discusses it.”

Hearing this, Roy realized that the Verdant Council wasn’t simply Janthea’s decision.

All Things Wither wasn’t an invading force like the dragons, and the Verdant Council wasn’t in a crisis like the Lionheart Kingdom. Janthea also lacked that kind of unifying power.

While a council system has its merits, it ended up seeming a bit sluggish in the face of such major issues.

Strange enough, both sides of the continent shared a lot of similarities with the medieval dynasties of his previous life. So why did the elves end up with a council?

History lessons mentioned that the original elven race was once a vast empire, and human political systems were modeled after the elves. The Forest Elf, in a way, represented the royal family of the elven empire, and in the past, Nia would have completely been elven royalty.

In an extraordinary world, operating with a council felt like it had too low an efficiency; it was hard to say whether it was advanced or backward.

Since Janthea’s side couldn’t gather forces for the time being, Roy wasn’t in a hurry.

After all, the reverse fate points were the priority.

They chatted a bit more about family matters, and just as they were discussing outfits, a maid came in.

“Lady Janthea, Lord Valoran requests an audience.”

Nia visibly pouted, showing her displeasure, while Janthea’s smile turned slightly serious, not too pleased.

“Sorry, I can’t stay with you two right now. I’ll see you at tonight’s banquet.”

That evening’s banquet.

Elves didn’t have a banquet hall; all their parties took place in the open space outside the Divine Tree.

Melodious music, vibrant flowers, and sparkling magical lanterns floated about, decorating the scene to be dreamlike.

Most elven descendants wore simple yet elegant robes, and their demeanor was refined, starkly different from the lively and boisterous atmosphere at the kingdom’s banquets, which felt fresh to Roy.

At the banquet, Roy donned the Phantom Mask again.

The appearance of a foreign high-level extraordinary being would certainly cause a stir; apart from Janthea and trusted individuals, Roy didn’t want to attract too much attention and preferred to enjoy the exquisite food of the elven descendants leisurely.