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

In fact, she had somewhat expected it.

Roy would never give up his bond with the Lionheart Princess, the Elf Nightingale, just for her.

If only I could get to know Roy before them.

But what’s the point of saying this now?

The empty wine glass reflected a flushed, distraught, detached and disheveled face.

Perhaps, I have always been so embarrassing in Roy's eyes.

However, Claire frowned at this moment: "No chance?"

"Wait wait wait, what on earth happened to you guys?"

Under Claire's questioning, Lyanna subconsciously told her everything that had just happened.

Unexpectedly, Claire slammed her hand on the table and jumped up and down anxiously: "President, no, Lyanna, why are you giving up just like that?!"

Lyanna smiled bitterly and said, "...Since I've already refused you to this extent, there's no point in continuing to argue."

"What do you mean by this?! I don't think you understand at all!" Claire was so angry that she almost fainted.

Should we say that love really makes people stupid? Lyanna, who has always been smart, couldn't even understand this truth.

Claire asked patiently, "Did he explicitly say he hated you?"

Lyanna was stunned: "But, what he meant was obviously..."

Claire spoke her twisted logic without hesitation: "If the rejection isn't obvious, then it's obvious that I'm not rejecting you!"

All this time, Claire was watching the two of them from the closest distance.

Not only looking at Claire, but also at Roy.

Claire witnessed with her own eyes how the boy's gaze towards the girl changed from wariness to trust, and then to tenderness, and he was unwilling to take his eyes off her for even a moment.

There was one sentence that she absolutely could not agree with.

There is definitely a chance between Roy and Lyanna.

However, the timid Lyanna, like all hesitant young girls in love, was frightened by the line of defense between the two of them.

"Isn't it natural for Roy to hesitate and feel conflicted in a situation like that? How can such an emotional matter be answered instantly?"

"So you should be more proactive, more assertive, more persistent, and more unscrupulous!"

"Lyanna, this is totally unlike you! You can't even ask, 'Do you like me?' and you're just giving up halfway. Isn't that really pathetic?"

Claire had always been following Lyanna, so at this moment she could clearly see how brave and yet timid the girl who had always been alone was, how much she longed for light, yet dared only to stop and hesitate.

The black magician cursed by the blood of the demons did not deserve a happy ending.

But Lyanna was really only one step away from that dreamlike ending.

Therefore, Claire would never allow her to back down at the last moment.

"Lyanna, Princess of the Lionheart Kingdom, and Nightingale of the Green Council have arrived."

"!"

"Is it really okay to just keep dawdling like this, acting like a coward and watching him get snatched away by them, losing your last chance?" Claire challenged the girl in front of her.

"Of course it's not good."

Lyanna closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

Just imagining the black-haired boy being flanked by the two girls made her feel so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe, but it also rekindled her courage.

"You're right. It would be shameful to back down from this."

When she opened her eyes again, Lyanna finally regained her usual calm and mysterious smile: "To persist and to do anything to achieve your goal, this is the witch's style!"

"Where did they go?"

Claire said worriedly, "We just left the Lord's Mansion. Our people are setting up a barrier, but I'm afraid it won't hold out for long."

"It doesn't matter. I will decide the winner before then."

Lyanna stood up and walked towards the boy's room.

In the darkness, Roy lay on the bed, thinking about the dinner just now, and couldn't help but sigh in distress.

I never thought that the witch in the original work actually had that kind of thought about me.

The only two things that Roy is afraid of are the witch's unscrupulous values ​​and the dark ending destined in the original work.

However, the current Lyanna is no longer the witch who would do anything to satisfy her possessive desires. On the contrary, she cares for herself and cherishes her immensely. As for her dark transformation, it was entirely due to the conspiracy of the Fire Demon. Lyanna's bloodline is now very stable, so there is no need to worry.

Looking at it this way, when you put aside the negative factors, what is in front of him is a good woman with a sexy figure, charming charm, great strength, and a bright future. She will tease him, cherish him, but will never hurt him.

If it were in my previous life, I probably wouldn't hesitate for even a second.

But not now.

Because now I am not alone.

Although Roy never regretted meeting Charlotte and the others, he couldn't help but think that if he had met Lyanna earlier, perhaps the ending would not have been like this.

I am truly sinful...

Originally, Roy thought he was a little narcissistic, but now he is really worried about this problem.

But at this moment, a brown figure appeared at the door.

"Junior, can you walk with me for a while?"

Chapter 150 So, do you want me?

The moonlight quietly falls on the sea, flashing undulating silver light.

At night at the seaside, the only sounds are the whispers of waves and wind.

The brown-haired girl, wearing strappy high heels and with her delicate bare feet, walked on the waves in the shallows, enjoying the occasional caress of the sea water, appearing to be floating and at ease.

Roy followed her silently not far behind, but he knew that Lyanna must not be as calm as she appeared.

She would call herself out, which means she hasn't given up yet.

But why did I agree to go out with her?

Is it because you can't bear to reject her?

Or maybe I was hoping for a completely different ending...

Lyanna suddenly turned around and smiled faintly in the moonlight. "Why do you look so sad, my friend? I'm the one you dumped."

"Come on, only scumbags don't feel guilty when they dump someone, right?" Roy laughed bitterly.

"Feel sorry......!"

In just a few steps, the girl came quietly and raised her soft fingertips to stop him from speaking.

"Don't apologize, at least not now." Lyanna retracted her fingertips, pressed them against the corners of her lips, revealing a hint of determination: "Because tonight's confession is not over yet."

"Senior..."

"Let me be clear. I've decided on you. I can't live without you. I don't want anyone else but you."

Roy's breathing became heavy.

"I'm not a good dating partner."

"You should know that the cultists are after me."

Lyanna nodded. "Indeed."

"But I still have demons chasing me. Isn't this a match made in heaven in some sense?" Lyanna laughed.

Roy's tone was a little embarrassed: "But I'm no longer alone."

Lyanna took a step forward, stared at them, and asked, "Am I not as good as them?"

Roy looked away: "This is not a question of whether we can compare or not..."

However, faced with the boy's ambiguous answer, a smile appeared on the girl's lips.

Claire was right.

She was by no means without a chance.

Otherwise, Roy would have pushed her away without mercy, just like he did when they first met.

There is indeed a thin line between them.

But it's just a step away.

Lyanna's voice softened, even softer than the night breeze. "I understand your concerns."

"So I don't crave for a formal status. Even if we can just be lovers, even if it's just a secret relationship, as long as we can be together, that's enough."

"You..." Roy widened his eyes in shock.

At this point, he no longer has any excuses.

Roy had known for a long time that he would never be able to win over this bad woman, but he never expected that she would actually be willing to go to this extent.

The witch who always plays with others is now willing to commit herself to this extent.

There is no charm, no coercion, and naked sincerity is more tempting than any means.

Roy frowned and his tone became serious: "Do you know what you are doing? This is not a topic to joke about."

Lyanna's eyebrows twitched, but she smiled instead: "You still think I'm joking. Even I am a little angry."

"In that case, how about you come and confirm it yourself, Junior Brother?"

Under the drifting sea breeze, Lyanna opened her heart defenselessly, as if waiting for a hug.

"Use your illusion technique to confirm for yourself whether I'm joking or not."

"...You said that yourself."

Lyanna didn't hesitate: "Come on."

Roy's heart sank, and he activated [Charm], projecting Lyanna's truest desire into an illusion.

Just like last time, it was still pitch black all around and there were still piles of dead bones under my feet. Just being there made me feel suffocatingly lonely.

And in the center of the darkness, there was a barefoot brown-haired girl.

But this time, she did not fall into the abyss. Instead, she raised her head, walked past the abyss with a firm gaze, and walked into the darkness.

The journey was difficult. The withered bones beneath her feet refused to let her go, the dark hands in the abyss refused to let her go, and even the darkness around her condensed into black mist, blocking her way.

But she didn't care.

From beginning to end, her eyes were fixed on the end of the darkness.

There, there is a faint light.

Like the only candlelight in the long night.

At the end of the darkness, at the end of the arduous journey, she finally arrived there and reached out her hand to the faint, tiny, yet warm and bright candlelight.

"!"

The illusion stopped abruptly, and Roy was startled.

Because the enchanted Lyanna couldn't help but reach out to him.

Just at this moment, the tide came in, Roy slipped, and fell backwards with Lyanna, and they collapsed on the ground, soaked all over.

"Feel sorry......"

"I told you there's no need to apologize."

Lyanna's eyes cleared up again.

The sea water disrupted her delicate makeup, her hair was scattered and hanging down, and her wet dress was stuck to her body, making her look decadent and sentimental. Even the high heels she was holding in her hand were thrown away somewhere.

The girl looked a little disheveled in the broken moonlight.

But even so, she never took her eyes off the boy in front of her.

"You've seen it."