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

"Let me confirm, you just said that we are equally important, not unimportant, right?" Charlotte looked away and asked indifferently, but her hands were clenched tightly, as if she was afraid that Roy would disappear in the next second.

"That's right. But..." Roy still found it hard to believe.

Charlotte sighed, glanced over resentfully, and said glumly, "But what? No matter what, I can't let my knight go up on stage alone to receive the award, right?"

"Ah, you're such a greedy fellow." Nia's smile was a little forced, but she still came closer, as if giving up the struggle, and said with a wry smile: "I really can't do anything about you."

The two girls looked at each other.

"Let's put a temporary truce."

"Well, we can't cause any more trouble for Roy."

The meaning just now had been expressed clearly enough, and Roy didn't believe that they didn't understand.

In other words, the two of them have almost tacitly agreed to their own ideas.

Even if it's just now. Even if it's just for a while.

Roy was well aware of his own scumbag behavior, and he wouldn't complain even if he was beaten up by them.

But who would have thought that they would actually be willing to go to such lengths for themselves.

Looking at the two girls' considerate looks, Roy felt his chest warm, his eyes moist, and a surge of gratitude and love in his heart.

Roy didn't understand what kind of mood these girls were in when they accepted his proposal, but at this moment, he swore from the bottom of his heart that he would never let them regret this decision.

"Thank you."

Roy hugged the two girls tightly.

Charlotte hesitated for a while, while Nia smiled. The two girls avoided each other's gazes, and there was still some estrangement between them. But at least at this moment, neither of them resisted. Instead, they hugged the boy back and accepted each other's existence.

In the corner, the blonde girl opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't make a sound to disturb them, and just retreated.

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"I think Roy is going to be in trouble."

"It's true that 'the scumbag young man's' nature is hard to change. Not only did he play two-timing, but he also specifically targeted the princess of a country and the daughter of the chief minister. He even did it openly. He deserves to be kicked out!"

There was a burst of gloating laughter among the crowd, but it was quickly interrupted by several harsh scoldings.

"Shut up, first year."

"Roy was instrumental in defeating the [Death of All Things], and he's one of the top four in this trial. Isn't it normal for him to be so popular?"

"Instead of worrying about his personal affairs, why don't you think about why you are still single?"

Several second-year students who participated in the trial and were rescued by Roy easily silenced the younger students.

However, when they thought of Roy's predicament, they felt very complicated.

No matter what, it is a fact that Roy had a double accident and a car crash.

Especially since those two were both highly respected and gifted members of the royal family and the daughter of the chief minister. Thinking of this, they could only pray that their savior wouldn't be hacked to pieces by the two girls, and that he would at least live to claim the prize...

After a long wait, the dean finally stood on the podium in the middle of the banquet hall again.

"Everyone, thank you for your patience. Let's welcome the top four of this year's Blue Trial to the stage to receive their awards!"

Prince Douglas of the Kingdom of Sands was the first to go on stage, causing cheers from the audience, especially the girls.

But when the black-haired boy came on stage, the whole audience burst into exclamations.

Because Roy did not go on stage alone, but held the arms of two girls at the same time, and the three of them went on stage together!

Although the two girls' expressions were a little stiff, the fact that they could walk side by side with Roy had already surprised everyone.

This guy actually made two beautiful women willingly do this for him?!

The innocent young people were almost envious to the point of tears bursting out, and even the veterans in the love field couldn't help but feel respect at this moment.

Douglas, standing in a corner of the podium, glanced at the black-haired boy surrounded by two girls, his pupils trembling uncontrollably.

His fiancée at home was driving him crazy, and yet Roy could control two of them at once! Amazing, amazing!

Douglas had looked down on and feared Roy, but he had also felt gratitude and affection for him. However, it was not until this moment that he felt a sense of awe for the black-haired boy from the bottom of his heart.

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The white-haired old man smiled kindly, thinking that since they were young people and both of them were willing, there was nothing wrong with having a better relationship.

After all, I've lived long enough and haven't seen anything outrageous. Compared to those cultists who dream of turning into dragons and flying into the sky or becoming vegetative after having their flesh and blood stripped off, being fickle is nothing.

Unfortunately, the expressions of old Duke Raymond and Janetia in the corner were not very good.

The former struggles with how to report the incident to a doting father and worries about Roy's life.

The latter was filled with sorrow for his daughter's happiness.

But no matter what, the two girls no longer harbored hostility towards each other, and Roy himself was already very satisfied with this.

"The atrocities of [Death of All Things] are despised, but just as the long night will eventually be dispelled by flames, their wisdom and bravery, their strength and tenacity, will forever prove that the extraordinary people who shoulder the future of mankind will never succumb to evil cults!"

“Applause for these young people!”

The dean personally pinned a green leaf-shaped badge on each of the four people, symbolizing their victory in the trial.

Led by the dean, thunderous applause poured down on Roy and the others.

It was not until then that people suddenly realized that, except for Douglas, the three people headed by Roy were just first-year students who had only been enrolled for one semester.

The academy has no shortage of descendants of princes and nobles, as well as people with extraordinary talents. The fact that they were able to stand out from the competition among a group of senior students and complete this trial, which was considered the most brutal due to the attack by the cultists, is enough to show their extraordinary qualities.

Thinking of this, there was a hint of respect in the look he gave Roy.

But at this time, Roy was still feeling grateful for the two girls' good behavior and did not pay attention to the changes in reputation points.

The award ceremony at the end-of-term dinner ended in a harmonious atmosphere.

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Deep in the dense forest where not even the sun can penetrate and birds are reluctant to approach, a huge, deformed, and rotten tree, wrapped in a yellow-green miasma, stands tall.

There are no flowers, plants, birds or animals among the layers of rotten wood branches. The silence declares that all life has long since died. Only the rotten vines are still slowly wriggling, and eerie whispers can be heard from time to time.

In the center of this forbidden zone of death, several figures in dark green robes appeared faintly.

Despite the stench that was enough to corrupt any flesh and blood life, they remained calm and unaffected.

After all, they have long since broken free from the constraints of flesh and blood and possess the noble bodies of the Mother Goddess.

[Death of All Things] As the name suggests, it believes that all life in the world will wither and decay, and only the Mother Goddess and Her offspring will last forever. Therefore, it regards other lives as ignorant and foolish, and in need of their salvation.

But these crazy cultists who had long since renounced their flesh and blood suddenly recalled the fear they had as humans for the first time in a long time, and started arguing fiercely among the giant trees, with mucus flying from their mouths.

"That filthy blood of the false king has offended Mother's great offspring and should be punished by God!"

"No, the great mother will soon wake up, and we can't create unnecessary trouble now."

"Even if it's the blood of a false king, it hasn't grown yet. What's there to be afraid of? Besides, it's not like we haven't killed before."

"But this generation is different, and you can see that it is..."

The voice paused, and all the cultists were stunned. They couldn't help but recall the scene they witnessed through the projection of the Mother Goddess. The empty and numb pupils revealed foul pus and human fear.

In the scarlet blood mist, the black-haired, red-eyed judge wields a giant scythe.

It was the fear and hatred engraved deep into the soul of the Mother Tree, so much so that those who had received its favor were deeply terrified.

The blood of the false king alone is not scary, but the blood of the false king of this generation has mastered the power of the true ancestor of the blood clan who has been extinct since the first era!

Of course, their true ancestor's goal is still the [Forest Elves], but the blood of the false king happened to join forces with the [Forest Elves].

Thousands of years have passed since the First Age, and the two great enemies of the Mother Tree, the Blood Elves of the Vampire Clan and the Forest Elves of the Forest Clan, have joined forces again. This has given every believer of the Mother Tree an ominous premonition.

After a long time, the hoarse sound like the grinding of a dead tree was heard again.

"The Mother Goddess will awaken soon. We shouldn't consume too much of Her power to deal with the vampires and delay Her awakening."

"No, the blood of the false king is still young. We should take this opportunity to eliminate the trouble as soon as possible, otherwise..."

"But the old undead spirits of the Citadel still exist. After the last operation, our ally has been exposed. If we act rashly again, we're afraid he'll target us!"

Although they look down on the dirty and lowly mortal bodies, they have to admit that strength is strength.

The cost of competing with the top transcendents in Vizseia is something they cannot afford.

But just as everyone fell silent, the rotten wood on the surface of the giant tree squirmed, outlining a face that was twisted and mended, but in the eyes of the cultists, it looked extremely kind and gentle.

Everyone knelt down, showing pure admiration like a child, waiting for the oracle from the Mother Goddess.

The hoarse, dry, inhuman voice without any intonation echoed in the fishy miasma.

"There's no need to search for the forest spirit anymore."

The cultists were so ecstatic that the dry skin of the trees began to wriggle.

"Great Mother, have you already..."

"My awakening is imminent, so there is no need to add new sacrifices."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant tree squirmed, and the majestic power of the evil god surged up, even making the sky dim and tremble.

At the base of the giant tree, a steady stream of bright green light spots were being rapidly transformed into corrupted miasma, which was then supplied to the body of the Mother Goddess.

In the sunlightless cage formed by countless branches, the pale, skinny elf man stretched out his hand tremblingly, but eventually let it drop down powerlessly.

The mother tree's voice rose and fell softly, as if sneering: "Having him here is enough."

Although the source of life, the west wind, is the power that restrains the Mother Goddess, it can also be transformed into nutrients to supply the Mother Goddess through certain means.

Originally, the cultists had intended to capture Nia Jasmine to provide more nutrients for the Mother Goddess's awakening and accelerate her recovery. However, now that the Mother Goddess's awakening had taken far longer than planned, there was no need for them to rush.

So they only had one last worry left.

"But my lord, the blood of the false king..."

In the eyes of the nearly immortal evil god, the mortals' concept of time is ridiculous.

A year is but a blink of an eye, so why rush?

"The blood of the false king and the spirits of the forest are still fledgling and need not be feared. When I awaken, I will personally deal with them—"

"If he's still alive then."

At the same time, countless decaying monster birds are falling across the entire continent.

Some were pierced by the claws of a deformed red-robed man, some were found by strange birds that fell on the rocky reefs between the archipelagoes and were found by fishmen covered with gills and scales, and some birds flew through the pale mist and landed on uninhabited graves...

The flaxen-haired girl also received a letter from [Withering of All Things] in the cave. A murderous aura emerged from her cold eyes. As she smiled ferociously, dragon scales crawled all over her face.

"Found you, Roy Ironblad..."

Chapter 143: The Witch's Interest

There are three major factions competing with each other in the current magic academy.

The Jinsha and Nanhai factions are renowned for their deep pockets and extensive connections, respectively. To put it bluntly, establishing and operating a faction requires more than just one or two exceptionally talented individuals; what's truly needed is vast resources behind them.

But the most mysterious, largest, and most incredible of the three factions is the Dark Demon Faction.

A faction led by a witch.

Unlike the princes of Jinsha and Nanhai, who inherited the previous senior festival and had the support of their motherland, no one knew who the witch was.

But she relied on herself alone, in just two years, to integrate the scattered magicians, form her own faction, and even defeated the seniors in the third year, standing at the top of the academy.

It's like a poisonous snake jumping out from behind a curtain of shadows. If it doesn't attack, then it's fine. But as soon as it's born, it will kill with one strike.

After that, she would return to her throne in the darkness, looking down from above and toying with her kingdom in a playful manner.

Until someone caught her interest.

In the boudoir of the Black Demon Mansion, the soft sandalwood scent and dim candlelight, together with the black gauze curtains, outlined a graceful naked figure.

The beautiful figure looked at the portraits and information covering the wall, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips with interest. She raised her slender fingertips and slowly landed them on the portrait of a black-haired boy.

Beneath her messy brown curls, a hint of amusement flashed in her amethyst-like dark eyes.

"A reformed young man, a two-timing scumbag, the Lionheart Princess's sworn knight, the elf Nightingale's boyfriend, suspected of being connected to the Sword Ghost, and the blood of the false king."

As she murmured, a sweet tongue slowly slid across her crystal lips.