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

"Your son insulted a lady, a guest, in public and showed no gentlemanly manners. Shouldn't he apologize to her?"

Everyone present was slightly stunned. Even Diya didn't expect the topic to return to this matter. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly turned around and whispered to Marvin, "You heard what he said."

Compared to the current predicament of Cassandra's family, is my son's reputation more important?

Marvin's expression suddenly became interesting.

He looked at Lyanna and squeezed out a word with almost all his strength: "I'm sorry."

"Hmm? Did you say anything just now?" Lyanna tilted her head.

"you......!"

"He's so scary, he's not really apologizing..."

Before Marvin could get angry, Lyanna whimpered like a frightened little animal, then curled up in Roy's arms, seeking his protection.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Especially Roy, I have to say that the bad woman's acting is superb, and she has no baggage at all...

It's funny to think that a Sequence 6 actually hid in the arms of a Sequence 8.

Under Dia's increasingly cold gaze, Marvin finally gritted his teeth and lowered his head humbly.

"I'm sorry, I apologize for my rude words and actions just now!"

The crowd sighed. No one expected that Marvin, who was so arrogant just now, would end up like this in his home court.

There were all sorts of speculations about the hand-in-hand boy and girl. Some even suggested that Lyanna had come to fish from the beginning, while Roy was responsible for collecting the nets. This couple had clearly arranged the Purple Mage's plans.

But the happiest people were the bigwigs headed by Malfoy.

Although they secretly confirmed the relationship between the Purple Demon School and the cultists, they were worried that they had no excuse to attack the Purple Demon School.

Malfoy had originally prepared himself to return empty-handed, but he didn't expect the breakthrough to come so soon.

There are many ways to deal with Marvin's gaffe.

Roy claims he won't get involved in the society, but he's surprisingly reliable when it matters! And Lyanna, too. Her acting was so convincing! Together, they have a remarkable chemistry!

Before, Malfoy was wondering why the black-haired boy did not bring a female companion with him, but now he finally solved the case.

The commotion ended, the banquet returned to normal, and the magicians were ready for a new round of negotiations.

As he was leaving, the leader of the Purple Demon faction exchanged glances with the witch of black magic.

"I advise you to be self-aware. Don't waste the life you saved with great difficulty."

Lyanna smiled brightly and politely, but her eyes were cold, and a sticky darkness was surging in her purple pupils: "Don't worry, this life is enough to pay the price for you."

Catching a glimpse of the darkness in the girl's eyes, Dia raised the corner of his mouth imperceptibly: "I'll look forward to it."

"As for you..." Dia looked at Roy with a look of disdain on his face: "I advise you to stay out of other people's business."

Roy maintained a kind smile and shrugged, "I think Lord Dia should just take care of himself first."

"Excuse me."

Roy took Lyanna away, and the magicians, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately surrounded Dia.

Even though he was calm and composed as an old dog, the Cassandra family's eyebrows twitched slightly when he was drowned in the saliva of the magicians. He was no longer as calm as before.

The banquet ended with the purple magicians' gloomy faces in contrast to the smiling faces of the guests.

In the carriage, the young man looked at the girl beside him with a helpless look on his face.

"So, how long are you going to hold me?"

"It was obviously the junior who hugged me first. He wouldn't be tired of the senior so quickly, right?"

"That was a special case just now."

Roy knew that if he rode in Lyanna's carriage, he would have to pay for her teasing ticket, so he hadn't planned on riding.

Because of Lyanna's entanglement, Roy was slightly delayed when the show was over.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy patted him on the shoulder and said that he would be responsible for bringing the golden griffin back to the Citadel, and he didn't need to worry about it, just enjoy himself tonight. Then he left on the spot, leaving behind an expression that he thought was very considerate!

Roy was dumbfounded.

No, how could you be so ungrateful? That backstab is too harsh! And did you misunderstand something?!

Without a mount, Roy had no choice but to get on Lyanna's carriage.

"So, why are you here? Are you worried about me?" Lyanna changed her posture, slightly distanced herself, but still held his hand tightly.

"You're overthinking it. I was just invited by the society to come here to show some support." Roy turned his head and looked at the night view outside the car window.

It’s still some distance from the academy, and there’s nothing much to see in the suburbs at night.

"But the Society didn't ask you to help me, did it?"

"I was..."

Roy turned around and was about to explain, but he was suddenly startled because the brown-haired girl had already come in front of him and blocked his lips with her delicate fingertips.

There are platycodon flowers and a faint scent of perfume on the soft catkins.

The soft moonlight fell on Lyanna's face, tinging it with a warmth that didn't belong to her.

She smiled faintly, neither dignified nor playful, and there was nothing else in her purple eyes except the boy's own somewhat stunned reflection.

"Thank you for coming to help me."

Such a sincere thank you made Roy feel embarrassed.

Not good.

This guy is a little too pretty when he's serious...

"It's just a matter of convenience."

"But even so, you are the only one who did this to me."

These words made Roy's heart tremble slightly.

He could kind of understand why Lyanna in the original novel wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

Although it is not from Marvin, I think Lyanna in the original work also experienced a lot of criticism and was deeply hurt, but no one reached out to help her.

Roy no longer avoided Lyanna's gaze and lowered his voice: "I'm just not heartless enough to watch my senior being bullied by outsiders."

The brown-haired girl covered her mouth with her hands, looking playful: "I don't want to see your senior being bullied. You are indeed worthy of being my junior."

This time, Roy moved his mouth, but looking at the girl's moist and crystal eyes, which were softer than crystal, he subconsciously did not refute.

Their eyes met, their breathing slowed down, and the moonlight blurred the figures of the boy and girl.

The little carriage was strangely quiet.

Until Claire's shout came from the front.

"You two, we're here!"

Roy woke up as if from a dream and got off the carriage in a panic.

Only then did he realize that what he saw was not the familiar college scenery, but a high-end bar with magnificent decoration.

Something's wrong, this is not the car to the Magic Academy!

Roy turned around suddenly and was about to ask what was going on, but he found that the carriage had already left as if it had been arranged.

Lyanna smiled naturally, as if it had been planned long ago. "It's still early, how about having a drink with me? It's my treat."

Chapter 95: The Senior is Drunk

Facing the smiling bad woman, Roy could only stroke his forehead and sigh after his eyes twitched.

"alright."

As Roy entered the bar, he was not greeted by the loud music or lively laughter he had expected, but by soothing tunes and the almost inaudible banter between men and women.

The bar is filled with various bottles of liquor, a wide variety of cocktail glasses exude an intoxicating aroma, and experienced bartenders skillfully mix colorful drinks.

Most of the customers who come here to consume are gentlemen and ladies who are dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, so Roy and Lyanna's dresses are not out of place.

It was obviously not Lyanna's first time here. She chose a semi-open box with ease and sat down next to Roy.

Soon, several colorful cocktails were respectfully brought up by the waiter.

"What would you like to drink, junior?"

"Is it really appropriate to persuade the younger generation to drink?"

"You can't live without drinking in society. Senior is teaching you how to adapt to society in advance."

Roy knew he couldn't win the argument, so he picked a cup with the lowest alcohol content and took a sip.

Even though Roy didn't cooperate much, Lyanna's mood was not affected at all.

She swirled the wine glass gently, slowly sipping the bright liquid garnished with tropical fruits and ice cubes into her lips, like a socialite savoring the taste and immersed in the intoxication of alcohol.

Is it really that delicious?

Under Lyanna's influence, Roy also took a few sips. He felt neither like nor dislike for the cold, sour and sweet wine.

The wine in front of Lyanna disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the purple eyes that were always unpredictable began to show a faint sense of drunkenness.

Lyanna, who is always teasing, was a little silent today, and seemed to be drinking alone.

After all, something unpleasant happened at the banquet, so Roy could understand it.

Although he helped her vent her anger at the time, Roy understood that the feud between Lyanna and Cassandra's family was far from simple.

But as the wine was drained one after another and Lyanna's breath became increasingly weak, Roy felt a little uneasy.

and many more.

Etc., etc!

You won't come home until you're drunk!

If this continued, wouldn't it be like the original story, where he got drunk and acted crazy? And she wouldn't even have to go to his house to attack him at night; she would be murdered right there!

Royton felt like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

When Lyanna raised her wine glass for the umpteenth time, Roy had to hold her hand down.

"That's about it."

"I'm not drunk."

The girl's breath was sweet and intoxicating, with an inexplicable magnetism that made Roy's bones melt.

Lyanna chuckled twice, pulled her hand out, crossed her legs proudly, and took another sip: "Transcendents don't get drunk that easily."

"But you were clearly trying to get drunk on purpose," Roy complained. "If you wanted to take advantage of the alcohol to do something to me..."

Lyanna lifted her long hair and leaned against the corner of the seat. Her slim fishtail skirt showed off her curvy figure to the fullest. Her slightly flushed face was already charming as she gave him a playful smile: "What if I say yes?"

Roy's face darkened and he responded with action, snatching the cup from her hand.

Lyanna was not annoyed, she just laughed twice more before slowly lowering her eyelashes.

"Brother, can you listen to me?"

"About my past."

Looking at the girl who was covered in a shadow and lowered her head in melancholy, Roy couldn't help but sigh.

"can."

"Thank you."

Lyanna chuckled softly, then began to recount her past as if she were telling someone else's story.

Roy wasn't too surprised.

Lyanna didn't look like someone who liked to drink.

Such people drink either to relieve their sorrow or to gain the courage to confide in others the sorrow suppressed in their hearts.