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

Low-sequence magicians are completely helpless when approached.

Roy ignored the seemingly rough but weak struggle and used all his strength to drive [Blood Resonance].

The wonderful rhythm spread, allowing Roy to feel the restless blood in the other person's body.

The next second, Lyanna began to struggle in pain, her brows furrowed, and she let out bursts of short gasps.

But Roy knew that this was just a stress response when the demon blood was affected by external forces. It was actually good news, meaning that [Blood Resonance] was useful.

When Roy resonated with Charlotte, Nia and others before, he stimulated their bloodline potential, but now he is just using it in the opposite direction and forcibly suppressing it.

But Lyanna herself had to endure the pain of her blood rushing and feeling as if it was boiling all over her body.

Looking at the girl struggling and trembling beneath him, her eyes twisted in pain and looking like she would wither at any moment, Roy felt a little bit reluctant.

It turns out she also makes this kind of expression.

No, isn't that natural? The so-called witch is, after all, just a derogatory term used by others.

Lyanna, after all, is just a girl slightly older than herself.

As the daughter of destiny, Lyanna must have also been burdened with a cruel fate. But even if he couldn't change her fate, Roy wanted to do his best to alleviate her pain.

The restless blood will calm down sooner or later, but short-term pain is inevitable.

Helplessly, Roy had to hold the girl tightly in his arms in an attempt to relieve her attention.

Lyanna pulled at his back as if she wanted to tear him apart, but to Roy, she looked so weak and helpless, like a drowning person desperately trying to grab something.

Feeling the girl's restless blood and the faint scent of gentian, he hugged her a little tighter, resonating with her again and again.

Finally, after who knows how many times, Lyanna raised her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, and let out a long, high-pitched moan that sounded like sobbing. Then, as if she could no longer bear it, she fell limply into his arms.

Seeing that Lyanna was unconscious, Roy quickly stood up and carried her over. After checking her for a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The twisted snake scales completely dissipated, returning to delicate and smooth skin, and the extraordinary fluctuations that had been unstoppable also calmed down.

The most important thing is that there is finally no more pain on the girl's face. Although she is still pale, she has finally regained her former beauty.

No, maybe even cuter than usual?

Her sleeping face is so peaceful and quiet, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, which makes people intoxicated at first sight.

What a pretty girl, but she only has a big mouth. Roy complained to himself, thinking that when Lyanna didn't tease him, she was still very charming.

However, since I went to so much trouble to save her, it would be reasonable for me to receive a small reward, right?

I can't beat you normally, and now that you're unconscious, you should at least let me win back a game, right?

Roy gave a wicked smile, gently lifted the messy hair, wiped the blood off the girl's face, and then pinched the face that always teased him.

Roy was very happy that he had finally succeeded in taking revenge.

But one pinch is not enough? I will pinch your face until it is swollen...

Unexpectedly, the unconscious girl suddenly trembled at this moment, and her little face moved towards his fingertips in a daze, rubbing against him like a defenseless little animal.

The girl seemed unsatisfied and even moved a little closer to Roy's arms.

Looking at the girl curled up in his arms like a hibernating snake, seeking warmth, Roy's heart softened inexplicably. For a moment, he no longer had the thought of revenge against her.

"I'm impressed by you. You're so mean even when you're asleep..."

Roy reached around the girl's legs and gently picked her up.

Her sleeping face seemed to be softer.

After Claire waited nervously for more than ten minutes, the basement door finally opened.

Looking at the scene where the black-haired boy carried Lyanna out, Lyanna was first surprised, and then extremely surprised.

The time required to suppress the backlash of the bloodline was measured in hours. Sometimes Lyanna even had to slaughter for a whole night and kill hundreds of basilisks before she could completely calm down.

But this man is too fast!

"Lyanna is in your hands."

Claire took Lyanna from the boy.

Seeing the other party turn around and leave, Claire subconsciously asked, "Aren't you staying?"

The young man paused in his steps.

"Lyanna is fine now. Although she hasn't been cured, she won't suffer any bloodline backlash in the short term."

After saying that, the boy took another step forward.

"That being said, I think..." Claire hesitated for a while before whispering, "She would be very happy if you could stay."

After a long silence, Roy finally rubbed his head and sighed as if giving up.

The young man turned around and said, "Can you help me pass a message to my maid?"

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In the darkness, Lyanna wandered lost in memories of the past.

She hates sleeping.

Every time she fell asleep, the past that should have been buried deep in her heart would surge up like a quagmire, dragging her into the cruel abyss of nightmares.

The story of his father's death, of being expelled from the family, of having to devour the disgusting corpses of demons for power, of moving forward to this point in the endless calculations and killings.

It's not a pleasant thing.

But now that things have come to this, having already paid so much, how can there be any way back?

Lyanna, who had long been accustomed to all this, walked numbly over the blood with her bare feet and continued to stumble forward in the darkness.

But this time, there were some spots of light at the end of the darkness.

Whether it’s a leisurely afternoon or a cup of warm coffee, there is always the shadow of a black-haired boy among those spots of light.

The light was so faint, like a firefly, that it seemed to disappear in an instant and was far from enough to illuminate the darkness that enveloped her.

Even so, it was so beautiful that Lyanna was intoxicated by it and couldn't help but reach out her hand -

Even if it was just for a moment, she wanted him.

However, just as she was about to touch the faint firefly, Lyanna's hand suddenly stopped.

Because she remembered that sentence.

"It's just for fun."

The tenderness that was so precious to me was just a casual charity to him.

I never got his chance from the beginning.

Thinking of this, Lyanna couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I actually thought about these things in my dream. Sure enough, it was still a nightmare.

The road came to an abrupt end.

The girl closed her eyes and let her consciousness follow her body, falling into the abyss as if she were weightless.

However, she felt that something was supporting her body.

In the haze, a faint but warm light flashed before my eyes.

Chapter 66 A Moment of Tenderness

Lyanna's eyes snapped open.

What caught my eye were the familiar dark bed curtains and classical decorations, as well as the somewhat glaring light outside the window.

This is her own room.

Lyanna stood up, her naked and graceful curves slipped from under the quilt, revealing a somewhat dazed look.

I remembered that I suffered a blood backlash yesterday. According to past experience, even if I was unconscious for a day and a night, I should still feel tingling all over my body and be unconscious after waking up.

But now he feels refreshed, and the blood in his body is surprisingly calm.

The breeze blew the bed curtains, and she first looked at the endless blue sky and white clouds, and then looked at the empty bed.

She should be happy that she was in such good health, but for some reason she felt a little disappointed.

After a while, a familiar figure walked into the room.

Claire was stunned at first, then ran over happily: "Master President, are you awake?!"

Lyanna was a little amused and said, "Can't you see?"

"But normally, even if you suppress your bloodline, you would still be unconscious for nearly a day! I didn't expect that guy to really..."

Claire froze mid-sentence and quickly shut her mouth.

However, Lyanna keenly noticed her abnormality.

"That guy? Someone come to help me?"

"No, no, you probably heard it wrong!"

Lyanna narrowed her eyes and asked with feigned uncertainty, "Really? You're not lying to me?"

"Of course not! When have I ever lied to the president?" Claire smiled.

Seeing the cold sweat on the girl's forehead, Lyanna understood and nodded, "Indeed."

For some reason, even though there was no evidence, Lyanna subconsciously thought of a figure.

Lyanna lowered her eyes, wrapped herself up, and murmured, "So, Roy is gone?"

Claire shuddered.

Roy had told her, in return for her help, not to tell Lyanna about his visit.

"Haha, President, you didn't fall into a deep sleep, did you? Does this have anything to do with Roy? Or are you just missing him?"

Lyanna raised her head and stared at the girl before her.

Only when Claire felt uneasy and the fake smile on her face twitched did Lyanna finally look away.

"It's okay, you can go out."

"Ugh?"

"I'll lie down for a while."

"Oh."

Claire secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the room.

Only then did a hint of tenderness appear on Lyanna's lips.

She glanced at the unnatural indentation in the pillow and found a few strands of black hair there where they shouldn't be.

Reaching out and caressing it gently, I felt a warmth that was about to disappear, but still lingering.

"Didn't you say it was just for fun?"

As she murmured, Lyanna lay down on her side, close to the place where the boy had stayed, as if she saw the figure waiting by the window.

By the way, the clothes should be changed by Claire, right?

Thinking of this, a rare blush flashed across Lyanna's face, and then she smiled helplessly.

Whether she gets it or not, she doesn't want to think about it anymore.

She placed her hand on the spot where the boy had been, clenched it slightly, and then peacefully closed her eyes in the warm morning breeze.

Right now, this moment of tenderness is enough.

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Today is the weekend.

The elf girl, who had finally escaped the punishment of remedial lessons, had nothing to do, so she came to Roy to kill time.

By the way, since Nia and Charlotte come to stay over every weekend, the extra room has become their exclusive bedroom, and even the living room is decorated with decorations that suit their preferences, such as knight armor and Warcraft heads.

Roy didn't have any particular preferences for the room's furnishings, so it didn't matter to him.

Today he was enjoying Alice's tea as usual, until the elf girl who was throwing knives at the target in the house suddenly said something out of the blue.