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

Roy didn't want to see a weird old man sexually assaulting him. Even if he won the battle, he would probably be left with indelible psychological trauma...

But no matter what, I still won.

Roy picked up the eerie staff and put it in the magic ring.

The extraordinary weapon that can summon the remains of mythical creatures is a treasure that cannot be valued by money.

For a minor noble, it could be considered an heirloom. Even for a great noble like my own, it was a strategic weapon that could not be ignored.

No matter whether you can use it or not, just collect it first.

Afterwards, Roy returned to Alice.

The girl knelt on the ground, raised her head, but her eyes were dim, and she hesitated to speak: "Master, I..."

The girl's listless look made Roy's face turn pale.

Are you hurt somewhere?

Or was it the psychological trauma left by such a fierce battle?

But the little maid said, "I'm sorry, not only did I fail to help the master, but I also ruined the new clothes he bought."

Alice looked at the tattered cuffs and sighed.

"What nonsense! Without your help in holding that guy back, I wouldn't have been able to lead so many people through successfully. Besides, breaking through Sequence 7 in the heat of battle is already a good feat."

Hearing this, Alice's eyes instantly brightened: "Really?"

But Roy pressed her head hard, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "But you're trying too hard."

The boy's eyes fell on the girl's right arm. Through the tattered sleeve, he could vaguely see a trace of almost imperceptible scratches.

Even now, when Roy recalled the moment when Alice was hit by the bone claws, he still felt a lingering fear.

Noticing the other person's gaze, the girl retracted her hand slightly, feeling guilty: "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious."

In her opinion, as long as she can help her master and get his praise, this little injury is really nothing.

But Roy still held Alice's hand, looking at the scar that was healing but still clearly visible, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Does it hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt now."

Roy knew very well that the holy light of the Seraph had extremely powerful healing abilities, but this could not change the fact that the girl had been injured.

Although there was smoke everywhere at the time, just imagining Alice covered in blood made him feel heartbroken.

Roy hugged the girl in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Listen carefully, don't take such risks next time. No matter what, your safety comes first."

"Yeah." Alice responded obediently.

Although she was clearly being taught a lesson, Alice inexplicably didn't find it annoying. Instead, she quietly hugged him back, immersing herself in his warmth.

By the way, there is a similar plot in "Gray Maid". The man hugs the woman and the woman hugs her back. After that, the gray maid in the play stares at her master's lips in a trance.

The girl in Roy's arms quietly raised her head and looked at the boy's lips. Her heart beat faster unconsciously, as if a deer was jumping around, just like the gray maid, and she was in a trance for a while.

Oh, my goodness, this damn, disgusting, sour smell of mortal men and women! In the corner, Kalman, who was still half-breathed, heard the conversation in the distance and cursed in his heart.

But Kalman had to be thankful that the man and woman were obsessed with each other, which gave him hope of escape.

No creature is better at pretending to be dead than the undead - they don't need to breathe and have no heartbeat. As long as they don't cast spells, their breath is no different from that of a corpse.

Perhaps the scythe was too sharp, or perhaps Kalman's body was too fragile. In any case, before the blood magic completely annihilated him, his body was cut in half by the scythe.

This allowed Kalman's upper body to successfully escape the blood magic.

The remaining upper body continued to disintegrate due to the impact of the holy light and blood magic that had been splashed on it. The wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, just like taking a sulfuric acid bath.

But he still has a chance of survival!

As long as, as long as I can escape, there will always be a chance for revenge!

This damned fake king's blood! Next time, he would personally repay this shame and turn that blonde girl into a specimen in front of him!

Kalman cursed and struggled to move closer to the shadows.

Unfortunately, at this moment, he felt a gaze coming from behind him.

"Wait a moment, that guy doesn't seem to be dead yet, I'll go take care of him."

"No need to trouble you, Master. Iris can handle this."

"Em... that's true. After all, Holy Light is more effective against undead creatures. Remember to chop off their heads properly."

"Ok!"

Kalman almost cursed out loud.

Are you devils?

Why could this couple, who are still in love, casually say such cold words?!

"Wait, no need."

Although he didn't know why the other party suddenly changed his mind, Kalman didn't have time to think about it.

The old man who survived the disaster used up his last bit of strength and finally reached his palm, which was only left with bones, into the shadows.

Then, a big foot in leather boots landed heavily on his head.

What came into view was a face with a hooked nose and extremely fierce eyes.

The Red Mage smiled grimly, "Where do you want to go? Cultists."

Chapter 20 The Witch's Sneer

Fifteen minutes after the Necromancer Malfoy, the priest of the School of Undead, attacked the Blue Moon Theater, the Red Mage Red Star finally arrived.

Another fifteen minutes passed before members of the Red Magicians Corps and the Student Council arrived at the scene and began to deal with the aftermath of the incident.

Most of the disputes with cultists were carried out in secret, but this time they were allowed to break into the theater. If the extraordinary people present had not taken action in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Of course, several people unfortunately died at the scene, hundreds were injured, or were eroded by the breath of the undead, and the economic losses caused to the theater were immeasurable.

Among the dead and injured were prominent nobles from various regions, and even members of the Magicians' Society. The Blue Moon Chamber of Commerce suffered enormous losses for no apparent reason.

Standing outside the theater, looking at the mess on the scene and thinking about the huge condemnation he would face later, Malfoy sighed tiredly.

But this is still lucky.

The most brutal attack by the School of the Undead was undoubtedly a large-scale terrorist attack on a market in the Eastern Continent, with thousands of casualties. It was a major tragedy that forced the Church to dispatch the Knights Templar to suppress it.

The reason why the disaster was so serious was that the church was careless and let several cultists escape during the encirclement and suppression, allowing them to slaughter the crowd with impunity.

Protecting the weak is sometimes more difficult than annihilating a strong enemy.

Malfoy knew very well that if the black-haired boy named Roy Ironblad had not stepped forward, this disaster would have been far from over so easily, and he would not have had to worry about dealing with condemnation from all sides and could have found a place to retire.

The hook-nosed wizard, with a slightly harsh tone, grabbed a female student who was clearing the rubble and asked, "Roy Ironblad, do you know him?"

The female student was a little intimidated by the man's ferocious appearance, but after hearing his question, she burst into laughter and said, "Of course I know him!"

"As a first-year student, he defied the [Death of All Creation] and even became the winner of the Blue Trial! He's our class's brightest rising star!"

In the past, Malfoy always thought that such honorary titles for noble children were ridiculous, but now his thoughts have changed a little.

Although he was reluctant to thank the young man, it was his job to eradicate the cultists, so he had to express his attitude.

At the same time, Malfoy was inevitably curious about this young man who could defeat the cult priest and wanted to see him with his own eyes.

"Do you know where he went?"

"Ah, he just went back."

"Going back?" Malfoy frowned.

The serious look frightened the girl so much that she trembled.

"Forget it, there will be another chance in the future."

Malfoy looked at the setting sun and said this, but he couldn't help feeling a little regretful in his heart.

In his opinion, most of the younger generation are useless and just get in the way, but today this idea has changed a little.

Malfoy was secretly surprised by Roy's calm response and his ability to fight against the priests after only hearing about his performance.

Besides Roy, the student union president who helped him identify the cultists was also no ordinary person.

With her help in escorting the prisoners, there should be no problem.

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"Roy Ironblad..."

After reading the on-site report, Lyanna couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and her lips, neither thick nor thin, curled up slightly, revealing a hint of interest.

Claire, who was pouring coffee for her, couldn't help but sigh when she heard this: "That guy is really amazing."

"The cult priest is at least at the level of Sequence 7, right? Even with help, it's not easy for a first-year to defeat a Sequence 7."

Lyanna glanced at her briefly.

For some reason, even though the brown-haired beauty was smiling, Claire felt that her eyes were full of love and care.

It's like looking at a fool.

"What's wrong?!"

"nothing."

Lyanna shook her head and offered no explanation.

Lyanna hadn't had much dealings with cults, but that didn't mean she didn't understand these lunatics.

The cult priest's extraordinary fluctuations are at Sequence 7, but his methods are strange and his strength is extraordinary, far beyond the reach of ordinary Sequence 7.

Being able to reach Sequence 7 in the first grade is undoubtedly a genius.

But how many gifted individuals are there in the Magic Academy? Especially this class, with the Lionheart Princess, the Elf Nightingale, and Alice, who had a breakthrough at the last minute, this class has three of them.

However, Roy is far from that simple.

In fact, the report had already stated that even the [Holy Light] Sequence 7, which could restrain the undead, was only evenly matched with the cult priest Kalman.

Even the great Sequence 6 wizard, [Red Star] Malfoy, who was on the front line against the cult, suffered a loss at the hands of the other side.

But Roy decided the outcome with just one move.

Strength and talent are certainly indispensable, but to achieve this level, rich experience and the decisiveness to defeat the enemy in one move are also indispensable.

That guy seems to be better at dealing with cults than the Red Mage.

Is this the custom of the false king's blood?

No, judging by the data, there are quite a few pseudo-kings whose blood died in their first encounter with the cult.

Or is there something special about him...

Just then, a curse interrupted Lyanna's thoughts.

"Kill me if you want, but it will only bring me back to the Lord's embrace. Don't try to make me betray the Lord's secrets!"

Lyanna raised her head and glanced at the corner of the interrogation room, where only half of the old man was left, tied to an iron pillar.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I still have something important to do."

Lyanna changed her sitting position, crossed her beautiful legs, and a touch of delicate black stockings was faintly visible under her long skirt.

"Let's just go through the motions. Mr. Kalman, can you tell me the purpose of your visit to the academy?"

This polite attitude almost made Kalman laugh out loud.

"They actually sent a little girl like you to interrogate me. Have the academy and the society fallen so low that they have no one left to use?"

"Hiss, you old thing..."

Claire was about to get angry when she saw Kalman glaring at her.

The face corroded by the holy light was extremely terrifying. Even though it was bound by shackles, it still exuded a suffocating coldness.

"Any cultist will be executed. Now that I'm in your hands, I have no intention of living."

"After all, death is nothing more than returning to the Lord's embrace. Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

As Kalman said, after being captured by the enemy, he finally came to his senses. He was going to die anyway, so he had nothing to fear.