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

Until today, people's attention has finally turned away from him.

Because another great magician has returned.

The two most outstanding wizards of their generation, the other one who was once known as the "Red and Blue Twins" like Malfoy, has finally returned.

Although he couldn't see the person, he could already see from afar the giant dragon's corpse, frozen into an ice sculpture and shattered into pieces, as well as a giant silver wolf that was even larger than a horse.

When she appeared in people's sight, the mages were in an uproar.

Her silver hair flutters like fine snow, her figure is as slender as a willow, and her dark blue dress blooms like a rose, exuding a breathtaking beauty.

The girl has fair skin and a curvy figure, and even her eyelashes are as white as frost flowers. She looks like a beautiful ice sculpture carved by a goddess herself, or like a flower blooming on the top of a snow-capped mountain. One can only admire her from afar, but it is difficult to feel offended.

Just like the reputation that has been popular since student days, [Ice Rose of the Winter Empire].

Snow Andrews.

Countless admirers longed to have a taste of her beauty, even willing to be pricked by the rose's icy thorns and bleed profusely. But unfortunately, most people were not even on the same level as her, let alone touch her.

Firstly, because of her identity as a duke's daughter.

Secondly, because of her talent.

"Sequence 5! Miss Anders has already reached Sequence 5!"

"Not surprising, right? I heard she reached the threshold of Sequence 5 when she went to subdue the Evil Dragon Society."

"I know! But this is too much! Such a young Sequence 5 can already compete for the top position in the school?!"

You have to know that Jon Snow had only graduated from the academy two or three years ago, while the advancement of mid-level transcendents was often calculated in units of ten years.

Even Malfoy, the great wizard who fought against the demons, was a prodigy in his time, but now he has been stuck at Sequence 6 for seven or eight years.

The silver-haired girl's mere appearance instantly captured everyone's attention.

However, her expression was like ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years, and she did not show any fluctuation at all due to the comments around her, whether of awe or praise.

To the people of the North, merit and fame are nothing more than external possessions.

Jon Snow is the most typical Northerner. He is indifferent to fame and fortune, strict with himself, and adheres to self-standards that ordinary people cannot bear. Only then can he reach the heights he has today.

As usual, after selling the spoils, Jon Snow went straight to the bar, ordered a glass of water, and began to ask about the recent situation.

Most of the time, she just listened to the bartender's story in silence.

But today, she frowned slightly, a rare sight, and a hint of coldness flashed across her icy blue eyes: "Demon clan?"

"It seems I missed a lot."

The waiter was slightly stunned, glancing sideways at the rare change in that beautiful face, but he couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body due to the murderous aura at that moment, feeling extremely conflicted.

Until the cold and ethereal voice sounded again, like an icy spring flowing down a cold river: "Next, let's talk about the academy."

Like many magicians, Jon Snow is not only a wizard, but also a teacher at the magic academy.

In addition to the affairs of the society, you also need to understand the affairs of the college.

"As for the academy, the story starts from last semester."

However, despite the question, Jon Snow himself did not have too many expectations, and seemed to be sticking to the old ways.

The Magic Academy is like the political landscape of Viszea in recent years. There are frictions and disputes, but not much change. It is like the unchanging wind and snow on the top of the empire, with nothing special to say.

But this time, she was a little surprised.

The first-year rookies, the evil cult attacks in the Blue Trial, the fierce clashes between the old and new schools, among these major events, there is always one name that cannot be missed.

"Roy Ironblad?"

"Indeed, this guy is a well-known figure in the academy. Speaking of which, didn't Miss Andersi go to the Lionheart Kingdom this time? He's a sworn knight of the kingdom, so you should have heard of him, right?"

Jon Snow shook his head. "I only stayed at the border, and I'm not very well informed there."

Seeing that Jon Snow was unusually curious, the waiter said flatteringly, "Would you like me to tell you more about his story?"

"No need." Jon Snow rejected it calmly.

It sounds like Roy is a brave, resourceful, virtuous, gentlemanly, and talented kid who is a prodigy. It's hard not to like him.

Rumors among the nobility were always likely to be exaggerated. Jon Snow only believed about 30% of them at best.

But the seeds of interest have been quietly planted.

The silver-haired girl's eyes fell towards the direction of the academy: "Rather than hearing rumors, I want to meet him in person."

Chapter 162 Roy's Answer

On a sunny afternoon, Roy arrived early at Cassandra's newly built mansion for a banquet.

In Vizzea, whether nobles or magicians, there is an unwritten understanding about family bloodlines. As long as it does not violate the justice of the human race, the defeated party will not be eradicated.

This wasn't just a matter of leaving a way out for others, but also because extraordinary bloodlines were scarce. If a family was completely wiped out, it would be a blow to the entire human world.

What's more, Lisanna herself is completely a victim.

In short, although the Cassandra family and the Purple Demon School suffered heavy losses, they have recently embarked on a path of recovery. The old site has been demolished, and the villa previously used for recuperation has been appropriated as the new school's base.

It was quite an honor for Cassandra's mother and daughter to come out in person to receive us.

But Roy was not lucky enough to enjoy it and felt very uncomfortable in the living room.

Because, although Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Elf Girl were not invited to the banquet, they insisted on coming as partners and sandwiched him in the middle.

With Alice serving on the side, the classic combination of the South China Sea Kingdom is completely reproduced.

When they first met, Lyanna's face turned pale.

Roy was really afraid that the three girls would recreate the previous commotion in front of Cassandra's family, becoming a hot topic on tomorrow's headlines and causing social disgrace.

Fortunately, Lisanna, as the elder, seemed to have seen a lot of things and teased her, "I've heard that Mr. Roy is very popular with the girls. Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved."

“Young people nowadays are so open-minded~”

The two girls were not very thick-skinned themselves, and they felt embarrassed when they heard what was said.

"You and Lyanna probably have a lot to talk about, right? Since there's still some time before the dinner officially begins, I won't bother you young people." Lisanna looked at the two girls and took the initiative to invite them, "If you don't mind, why don't you come with me to tour Cassandra's mansion?"

Charlotte and Nia looked at each other, then took Alice and followed the woman as if they had given up.

Coming to the garden behind the mansion, Roy finally had the opportunity to be alone with Lyanna.

In late autumn, the maple leaves are golden and brilliant, like a watercolor painting dyed by the dusk, stretching away, quite charming.

Roy recalled that when he was recuperating here before, he was healed by the scenery outside the window.

This was Roy's first time to be in a forest of falling maple leaves, and he couldn't help feeling refreshed.

But what really made him happy was the graceful figure standing quietly beside him.

It's a pity that the brown-haired girl's eyes were a little gloomy, and her smile lacked the calmness and elegance of the past, and she was a little unable to raise her head.

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble with the South Sea Kingdom incident." Lyanna sighed slightly.

Roy shrugged nonchalantly: "What's wrong? We finally meet, and your first words are apology?"

Roy gave the girl a cheerful smile. "There's nothing to apologize for. I quite enjoyed that trip."

The boy's attitude, as usual, instantly brightened Lyanna's mood, like an autumn maple illuminated by the sun.

It is usually bleak and gloomy, but it will shine brightly with a little bit of light.

The familiar curve of Lyanna's mouth finally appeared. "So, you are really enjoying being alone with me?"

When teased like this, the boy would always unconsciously look away, looking awkward and cute, which made Lyanna find it amusing.

But this time, his face was obviously slightly red, but he looked at her without any hesitation.

"I really enjoyed it."

Such a clear answer caught Lyanna off guard.

She caught a glimpse of her slightly flustered look in the boy's eyes, and her heart was filled with ripples.

Lyanna didn't hate the feeling.

But soon, Lyanna lowered her eyes and walked past the boy with her hands behind her back.

"It's a pity that our world of two can't last forever."

Bathing in the slightly cool autumn maple leaves, Lyanna smiled helplessly: "Actually, I'm quite jealous of them."

"They met you earlier than I did, and have shared more joys and sorrows with you than I have. Perhaps the reason I quarreled with them in the South Sea Kingdom was because I wanted to prove that I would not lose to them."

"But you still like them, right?" Lyanna turned her head slightly, but seemed afraid to meet the boy's eyes.

That slender figure seemed as if it would disappear in the wind in the next second.

Roy answered without hesitation: "Yes, I like them. No matter who I am with or what they do, this answer will not change."

Lyanna's shoulders trembled.

She couldn't help but feel fortunate that she didn't look back and see the boy's beautiful expression when he talked about them.

In fact, judging from the results of that day, she had guessed the answer.

There was no room for him to intervene between Roy and them.

Lyanna had thought of various ways to pester him, but when she saw the boy's angry expression that night, all these ideas came to nothing.

Even if I can't get him, I don't want to see the boy sad.

It seems that I am really in too deep.

Lyanna turned around, swallowed her bitter confession with all her might, and chuckled in her usual tone: "So, so we still-"

"It's rare that a senior sister can be so embarrassed."

The boy looked over with a half-smile in his eyes: "I always can't tell which of your words are jokes and which are sincere, but only this time, your lies are so bad that I can see through them."

From that night, when he saw the witch's true wish, Roy finally noticed Lyanna's eyes, which were always smiling mischievously, teasing, but also hiding a desire to talk.

Just like Lyanna, who always approached him naturally like a little snake on the hunt, Roy also locked eyes with her as if he were stalking his prey and moved forward boldly.

Lyanna instinctively took a few steps back, but bumped into a maple tree and was forced to stop.

Roy took the opportunity to reach out and push the girl against the wall, completely blocking her escape route.

The fragrance of coffee and gentian wafts through the brown hair, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Roy smiled into the girl's ear and said, "I don't think I lost to them."

The purple eyes widened slightly, and after the initial surprise, a look of awakening emerged, but then immediately turned into uneasiness.

"But, but, won't this cause you trouble? What did they say? Did they really agree?"

The senior sister’s eyes were misty and she looked so shy. It was so rare and so cute.

The boy, who somewhat understood the fun of teasing others, smirked: "They are them, and the senior is the senior."

"Are you talking about senior sister now?"

Lyanna had already guessed the answer: "So, so..."

Roy pinched her chin and stared into her eyes, which were more beautiful and brilliant than amethyst. "Do you remember what you asked me at the beach before?"

"That's the answer."

I want you too.

The prey surrenders clumsily, or even eagerly offers itself up to be picked.

On a clear autumn afternoon, maple leaves dance all over the sky, illuminating the figures of young boys and girls, weaving a gorgeous picture that belongs only to them.

The gentle sound of the wind and the rustling of falling leaves, mixed with the sweet and intimate whispers of young boys and girls, interpret a moving music that belongs only to them.

This is a world that belongs only to the two of them.

In the corner of the maple forest, the blonde girl who came to call the two of them stopped abruptly, leaned against the tree trunk, and sat down silently, hugging her knees.

She didn't want to disturb their world.

As a maid, it is natural to guard the happiness of the master.

As it should be...

——"Alice doesn't mind."