As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

"Then I'll trouble you, senior."

Roy took Nia to a tent and went in.

Many students lost their supplies during the escape, so compared to the survivors present, there were seriously insufficient tents. Most of them were given to the wounded, and the others had to sleep on the grass.

However, as the two of them who had made great contributions in fighting against the cult, building the shelter, and rescuing their classmates, they would naturally not be criticized for sleeping in a tent.

But Roy had just laid down when he discovered a problem.

"Why did you come in too?"

"Isn't this to save tent resources?"

Nia sat next to Roy and said as a matter of course.

"And, by the way, I'll reward you."

As Nia spoke, she knelt on the ground, looked over excitedly, and then patted her plump white silk thighs.

"Come on, this is a rare opportunity. Why don't you enjoy the beautiful girl's lap pillow?"

In the darkness, Nia's smooth skin, wrapped in white stockings, trembled slightly as she patted them, looking radiant and charming. The long journey inevitably damaged the white stockings, but it also made the already sexy thighs even more provocative.

"This..." Roy swallowed, but was in a dilemma.

"You won't do anything weird, will you?"

"Hey, who do you think I am?!"

"I just wanted to sleep on your lap. What are you thinking?" Nia paused, then covered her mouth with her hands and smirked, her tone becoming frivolous. "Or is this enough to make you think too much?"

"Tsk tsk, you're so lecherous."

"You're the one thinking the wrong thing!"

Roy gave her an unpleasant look.

Isn't it just a lap pillow? Can she eat me? Just sleep, what the hell!

Roy got up immediately, put his head on Nia's thighs, and lay down in one go.

The white silk fabric behind his head was smooth, yet it felt like the warmth and fullness of a young girl's skin, just like sleeping on a water pillow. It was even more comfortable than Roy had imagined.

There was also a light scent of jasmine in the air, which was very soothing.

Above his head was Nia's naughty smile and the plump fruit that almost covered half of her face, which made Roy feel a little embarrassed.

"Where are you looking?"

"I'm not looking anywhere!"

Roy turned his head and changed his position, lying on his side facing outward.

Out of sight, out of mind. How can you rest if you stare at those annoying things?

Fortunately, after a burst of laughter, Nia did not make any trouble, but just quietly provided the knee pillow service.

The tent was pitch black and silent. There were no scary vines and dead branches, and no crying or screaming from classmates. It seemed like a small world belonging to just the two of them.

Smelling the jasmine-like fragrance, Roy felt his fatigue slowly dissipate, his eyelids became heavy, and he couldn't help squinting.

At this moment, a subtle tingling sensation came from my arm.

That was the burn caused by [Ashes of Annihilation], and it was also the only wound Roy had left after the battle with the priest of [Withering of All Things].

He opened his eyes and found that the girl was reaching out her fingertips towards his wound, but she was afraid to touch it, so she just put her hand aside.

Nia's expression was unusually cautious.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Konya didn't cheer up, but instead hung her head even lower.

She stared at the scar on the boy's arm, scratched her cheek, and smiled bitterly with some shame: "I always feel sorry."

Chapter 109: It's not a prank

Nia has always felt that she is fearless, no matter if it is a dangerous monster or a desperate criminal. Even when facing the terrifying monster of [Withering of All Things], she rarely feels fear, and at most feels disgust.

But when she saw the scars on Roy's body, her heart ached.

Even now, she still feels a lingering fear when she recalls the moment when the boy faced the tree giant that blocked out the sky.

"What do you have to apologize for?" Roy turned around and frowned unhappily.

"【Withering of All Things】came for the blood in my body. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be involved. To round it off, isn't this equivalent to me trapping you?" Nia shrugged somewhat depressedly.

"Actually, I was thinking, if I had just gone back with Mom, you wouldn't have been involved... Ouch!"

Roy raised his hand and slammed the girl's head, interrupting the self-pitying girl.

Nia always uses a carefree smile to hide her negative emotions. She appears to be friendly but actually distances herself from others.

But she is still a sensitive and delicate girl after all. How could she really remain indifferent when facing the murderous danger of the cultists?

But now, at least she can take the initiative to express her inner anxiety and guilt, which represents Nia's trust in her.

However, Roy absolutely did not agree with this kind of self-abuse guilt.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If anyone is to be blamed, it's the cult. What does it have to do with you? Victim-blaming theory is no longer popular these days." Roy lay on the girl's thighs and lectured her in a bad mood.

"Besides, even if you go back obediently, it's only a matter of time before [Withering] comes after you."

The young man teased, "If you really feel bad, instead of whining here, why not give those cultists a good beating next time?"

Nia couldn't help laughing and said, "That's true."

"Besides, this cultist attack is also an opportunity." Roy narrowed his eyes.

"Opportunity?" Nia blinked blankly, somewhat confused.

"Don't you think the purpose of this trial was to prove to Lady Gentia that we have the potential to surpass Rowling and the others? Wouldn't surviving the cultists' terrorist attack be more convincing than winning the trial?"

"This is actually a great opportunity to prove ourselves!" Roy grinned, trying to find joy in adversity.

Hearing this, Nia finally burst out laughing, and the gloom on her face was wiped away: "According to you, we should thank them."

The laughter of the two people intertwined like silver bells, echoing softly in the small tent.

Roy restrained his smile slightly and said softly, "So, don't think too much about it. Just think of it as another adventure."

Nia was slightly startled, then nodded and replied with a bright smile: "Yeah!"

Another adventure with you, Nia added silently in her heart.

The girl slapped her face hard, and when she opened her eyes again, she had completely returned to her normal state. She rolled up her sleeves and was full of energy.

This is what Roy thinks Nia should look like.

"That's right, just like you said, let's get rid of those damn cultists and impress mom." Nia raised a small fist to the boy.

Roy raised his hand, clenched his fist slightly, and touched it lightly with hers.

"By the way, you're pretty good at comforting girls. Have you said something similar to someone before?"

The young man who had been so articulate just now was choked by what he said. He then tilted his head and yawned: "I'm tired. It's time to go to bed."

"Okay, okay, go to sleep."

"Don't play pranks on me while I'm sleeping."

"Hey, who the hell do you think I am?!"

Seeing that Nia had regained her spirits, Roy felt relieved and just lay on her plump and soft thighs, gradually falling asleep under the fragrance of jasmine.

Soon, the sound of the young man's peaceful sleep could be heard from inside the small tent.

Only then did a soft ripple appear in Nia's eyes.

Of course she knew that Roy was just comforting her, but even those ordinary and simple words were like magic, bringing her bits and pieces of courage and strength.

The boy's company is the source of her courage.

From the moment she first met and was in danger of being pursued by the teacher, to the moment she was on the verge of death due to the Black Claw during the adventure, and even on that freezing cold and lonely rainy night, it was Roy who brought her and pointed the way for her.

Nia had admired her father since she was a child, and later she admired adventurers.

But now, she finally understood that what she was chasing was not just her heroic father, not just the adventurer who symbolized freedom and rebellion, but their courage to break free from the shackles of fate and pursue happiness.

Nia has always wanted to be that person.

Now she not only wants to be that person, but also wants to be with that person and pursue happiness with him.

Thinking of this, Nia stretched out her bare hand, lifted the boy's bangs, and took a closer look at his peaceful and moving sleeping face.

Roy seemed genuinely tired. His breathing was slow, his black eyelashes trembling slightly, and his solid chest rising and falling slowly.

Looking at it this way, it is hard to imagine that he is the legendary adventurer who is decisive in killing, the extraordinary man who faces the cult without fear, the ordinary yet extraordinary boy who feels uncomfortable holding hands and blushes when drinking together.

But no matter which side it is, she wants it.

Looking at the young man lying on her legs, Nia's mouth curled up slightly, outlining a cunning arc.

It's so hard to resist playing a prank with such a good opportunity!

Anyway, he is sleeping soundly now. Only heaven and earth know it, and you and I know it. But who would know what he is doing secretly?

"Don't blame me for not being a good person, blame you for being too attractive~"

Nia muttered with a wicked smile, then swallowed and slowly leaned down.

However, when she was about to touch the boy's slightly parted lips, her movements slowed down.

Beneath her devilish appearance, the tenderness and shyness overflowing from her emerald green eyes reveal her true intentions.

The green hair fell down like a beautiful girl, covering the side faces of the two people.

But the tips of the slender elf ears turned as red as strawberries.

When she raised her body again, Nia weakly covered her lips.

Looking at the faint wet marks on the boy's face, the elf girl whispered to herself shyly: "This level of severity doesn't really count as a prank, does it?"

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In the deep darkness, Roy's consciousness was extremely clear.

Although it sounded simple, he understood that the crisis of the cultists would never be that simple.

[Hint! Progress has been made in detecting the fate-defying node! Every choice you make will change your fate, so choose carefully! Keep up the good work!]

[Current Fate-Defying Node Nightingale]

[Lionheart Defiance Progress]: 40%

The fate-defying node is like a sword of Damocles hanging over Roy's head, constantly reminding him that the moment to truly decide his fate is still far from coming.

The fear of death is always with him, but Roy now will no longer be stopped by fear.

Just as he had agreed with Nia, he had to deal with the cultists, gain the approval of Lady Gentia—and, most importantly, bring Nia back alive.

Their adventure will never stop here.

[Confirm to consume 1 Fate Reversal Point and start projecting the road to becoming a king! ]

Chapter 110: The Adventure That Came to an Abrupt End

Time and space froze, the years passed, and Roy's perspective followed countless fragments of memory, returning to the end of the First Era, the era when mythical creatures fell and magical civilization emerged, to witness the years that had long been forgotten by history, not grand, but precious, and belonged only to the two of them.

At Leia's invitation, Lilia embarked on a journey.

The last True Ancestor, who had been locked up in that dark and lonely castle for a hundred years, finally witnessed how vast the world is.

Just as Laya had described, the two of them traveled together through the deserts of the Western Regions, roamed the archipelagos of the South China Sea, crossed the mountains and forests of the North, and walked across the endless snowfields. They even reached the then-uncultivated Eastern Continent and witnessed its then-uncultivated civilization.

The two men's footsteps have covered almost every corner of the world, which is even more colorful than the anecdotes left by the "Great Adventurer" and exceeds the imagination of any scholar.

But Roy felt that for them, the most precious thing was each other's company, rather than the adventure itself.

The little moments we spend together are more beautiful than the most magnificent scenery in the world.

If their story could end here, it would be the most romantic fairy tale in the world.