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

Roy knew very well that Lyanna wanted to possess him, but he had to admit that if it were an ordinary person, he would have been played around by her and become her willing lapdog.

But there are limits to human patience.

After all, he was only playing with her for the sake of the proof of being a king.

Even if it's just for fun, isn't this too much?

Knowing that he couldn't beat the other party, Roy didn't plan to continue playing along with her.

"I reject."

"why?"

Roy sighed slightly: "Lyanna, you understand yourself that these actions are meaningless, right?"

"I'm just your partner. I won't and won't abandon Charlotte and the others. I'm yours, no matter what you do."

After saying that, the boy ruthlessly grabbed the leg in front of him and pushed it away from him.

Chapter 62 Let’s Go Back

Roy spoke neither too harshly nor too softly, but clearly enough that he was sure Lyanna would understand.

Sure enough, this time, Lyanna did not do anything out of the ordinary. She bent her legs obediently and leaned against the other corner of the sofa, keeping a sufficient distance.

"You're so unromantic, my junior." Lyanna's voice became much colder. "Even if it's just for fun, is that not possible?"

"That's why it's not okay, precisely because it's just for fun." Roy responded calmly, and then didn't look at her again.

Hearing this, Lyanna lowered her eyes and sighed helplessly.

Is it not okay just because it's just for fun?

But I'm a latecomer. If I hadn't acted like a teaser, how would I have had the chance to get close to you? Lyanna couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart.

She glanced at the young man beside her, and was about to move several times, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier blocking her, and in the end she did not reach out her hand again.

Lyanna knew it well.

It was said that Roy, Princess Lionheart, and Elf Nightingale had shared life and death before the cult's pursuit, forming an extraordinary bond. As a latecomer, I had barely spent enough time with them, so how could I possibly challenge their position in the young man's heart?

If you want to possess him, you can only rely on superficial physical contact and take advantage of his hesitation to get temporary pleasure.

But Lyanna knew better than to say that the boy was not that kind of person.

Even with powerful illusions, if one is not resolute, they cannot withstand the attacks of other illusionists. The young man had proven himself in that night's confrontation, and this fascinated Lyanna even more.

Rather, Lyanna had no interest in hunting for those who would bow down at her feet with just a flick of the finger.

It's really contradictory. Precisely because I can't get it, I desire it more and more. I want a bond that will not be shaken by external things, but I can only rely on external things to impress him.

The outcome of this farce was doomed from the very beginning.

Well, let's leave it at that.

Lyanna gave up.

She no longer looked at the boy, but instead looked at the stage for the first time today.

In fact, she didn't dislike this subtle sense of distance. She simply enjoyed watching the drama with the boy and enjoying her leisure time.

However, when she thought that this might be her last chance to get the boy, and that this was the closest she would ever get to him, Lyanna felt a faint pain in her heart.

wrong.

It's ridiculous to feel heartbroken just because you were rejected by a man.

The excruciating pain that penetrated deep into her bones made Lyanna lose her usual smile. Feeling the restless blood, she finally realized that this was not a psychological effect.

Tsk, it actually has side effects at this time...

Lyanna glanced at Roy again.

But she said nothing, just silently gritted her teeth, clenched her hands, and endured it without a word.

Lyanna calmed down, and Roy was finally able to watch the show properly.

However, although no one was disturbing him, the sudden turn of events made Roy feel uneasy.

The witch's affair with the young man was exposed, and she went berserk like a demon and murdered the young man's fiancée. The enraged villagers rushed over and tied both of them to the stake.

Roy understood the significance of arranging the script this way.

Witches, or black magicians, have never had a good reputation in the history of Vizsea.

The Seven Color School hunts down corresponding magical beasts to create their own potions, but the Black Mage's potions are made from the bones of demons.

Warcraft and demon clan are only one word apart, but there is a world of difference between them.

Warcraft's intelligence is limited, but their nature isn't necessarily bad. Unless there's a conflict over territory, they mostly don't cross paths with humans. So even if you drink a potion crafted by a Warcraft, you only need to suppress the beast's feral impulses.

But the demons are different.

The demons of Vizzea are not another race with different appearance and customs from humans, but monsters whose souls have been polluted by the power of the demon god and have gone completely mad.

Taking potions made from this stuff makes black magicians more susceptible to blood backlash and loss of control than ordinary magicians, leaving behind many tragedies in history.

As a result, the once powerful black magicians withdrew from the stage of history and fell to the point where they can't even get into the Seven Color School.

"Foolish mortals, you don't understand the greatness of black magic. Powerful strength is the true meaning of this world!"

On the stage, the mad witch broke free from the stake, transformed into a monster, and attacked the villagers.

Roy knew what was going to happen next without having to guess. It was nothing more than the villagers paying a huge price and finally working together to kill the monster, and then judging the good boy who was possessed by the devil. It was the end and he celebrated.

However, Roy's thoughts had already drifted away.

People despise the young man from a good family who betrays love, and Roy feels the same way.

Of course, a witch who leads people to corruption and kills innocent people is not a good thing either.

However, those words made Roy's heart tremble violently.

Of course, strength is not the true meaning of the world.

But if given a choice, who wouldn’t want to enjoy a peaceful life?

If they were not desperate and were not pursuing power, who would be willing to drink the dirty blood of demons and become a black magician?

Roy couldn't help but think of the girl beside him.

The original work does not mention why Lyanna became a dark magician, but it is probably not a light-hearted topic.

If Lyanna was not a sinister and cunning black magician, but an ordinary girl with a simple mind, perhaps there would be no need to be so wary of her.

Perhaps, they could be closer.

Forget it, there are not so many ifs.

The relationship between him and her is nothing more than one of mutual benefit. Once he obtains the King's Soul, they will have nothing to do with each other, just like parallel lines that will never intersect.

Thinking too much will only add to your troubles.

The emotion was only momentary, and Roy quickly came out of his emotions and prepared to face the final climax of the story.

Unexpectedly, Lyanna crossed the distance she should have kept and bumped into his shoulder.

No, it’s almost over, do you still want to do something?

Roy looked at him helplessly, but what he saw was not the familiar, playful smile with lingering charm, but a frighteningly pale face.

"Senior? What are you doing..."

Only then did Roy realize that Lyanna's extraordinary aura was in disarray, and even a little cold.

Even if this weak look is just an act, the aura cannot be faked.

Are there side effects from the Black Mage's bloodline? But, there should be signs of side effects, so why did it come so suddenly...

"Sorry, it's just a little problem. Let's continue watching the show."

Seeing Lyanna pretending to be calm and trying to stand up, Roy suddenly understood everything and his expression darkened.

"Go back, Senior."

"We haven't finished watching the show yet. It would be a shame to go back now."

"Stop joking! Are you in this state for a drama?" Roy couldn't help but raise his voice. But seeing the expression slightly twisted with pain, he couldn't help but whisper, "Go back. I'll go with you."

Lyanna didn't refute or agree, but just looked at him quietly, making Roy a little at a loss.

However, not long after, the music ended, the lights became bright, and thunderous applause broke out from the audience, announcing the end of the drama.

Lyanna, who could no longer find an excuse, finally lowered her head and sighed deeply, as if she had used up all her remaining strength.

"Let's go back."

"Brother, can you help me up?"

The voice was so weak that it was impossible to tell the tone of the voice, as if it was the hum of a mosquito.

Looking at the terrifying scales emerging on the girl's neck, this time, the boy did not refuse.

Chapter 63 Why Can't It Be Me?

Without waiting for the show to end, Roy took Lyanna to the place agreed with the great magician in advance, and returned to the academy in the carriage of the Magician Society.

At this time, the sun had already set, and only the dim twilight enveloped the area, blurring the flowers, plants and jungle.

Looking at the boy who hurriedly got off the bus, the girl in the car looked at her trembling toes and hummed to herself, "I was going to give you a ride, but forget it, I'd better not trouble you anymore."

"If you really don't want to cause me trouble, go back and rest early." Roy turned back indifferently.

"The side effects of the black magician's bloodline can be life-threatening, yet you still have the leisure to watch the drama. I really don't know what you're thinking..."

Facing the boy's reproach, Lyanna forced herself to raise her lips and said, "Are you really concerned about me, Junior?"

The young man was stunned for a moment before turning his head with an expression that seemed both blaming and helpless: "Are you really okay?"

"You don't look alright, do you?" Lyanna changed the subject, her tone relaxed and frivolous, as if she had returned to her usual self. "But if my junior is willing to take me home to rest, maybe things will get better."

This was originally a careless joke from Lyanna, but after hearing it, the black-haired boy replied, "It's not impossible."

Lyanna's eyes flickered, as if she couldn't believe it.

Roy looked over and said seriously, "If you really need it, don't waste your time and just come to me."

"After all, I still have something to rely on you for, so this little favor is only natural."

His eyes glanced at the black snake scales on the girl's neck without leaving a trace.

Lyanna's eyes passed Roy and looked at the small cottage in the distance with warm lights in the twilight, and a hint of longing flashed in her eyes.

Until she vaguely caught a glimpse of a golden figure in the warm firelight.

That's where Roy belongs.

Someone was waiting for him there.

Lyanna's lips trembled slightly, almost opening and closing, but in the end, she sighed helplessly.

"Never mind. I was just kidding."

"You'd better go back early."

Leaving the boy with a final chuckle, Lyanna waved to him weakly.

The car door closes.

Only after watching the carriage slowly drive out of sight did Roy turn around and start his journey home.

This was the case with black mages, whose demonic blood would periodically turn against their original owner. After all, that filthy blood, contaminated by the demon god, was not suitable for making potions.

Once the backlash begins, it can affect the mind at best and threaten life at worst. In the original work, Lyanna often suffered from dizziness and weakness due to the side effects, giving her a more fragile feeling of a sick beauty.

But it was the first time that Roy saw Lyanna so weak that she even uncontrollably showed the characteristics of a demon creature.

Or, in the original work, was she just forcing herself to put on an indifferent smile while enduring the bone-gnawing and heart-searing pain?

The more Roy thought about it, the more irritated he became.

To be honest, every time he thought of the bad woman's playful smile, he would feel upset.

Now that the bad woman who had bothered him all afternoon was gone, he finally had some peace and quiet. He should be happy.