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

Finally, the silver-haired girl withdrew her gaze and interrupted the argument between the two: "Don't worry."

"Mr. Barry is right. Bloodshed is the last resort. Whatever Winter's plan is, I will do my best to deal with it."

"But if the Imperial Family really wants to take away the Andvis family's fortune... I will make them pay."

Jon Snow snorted coldly, a hint of cruelty emerging from his eyes, vaguely resembling the figure of the former Grand Duke, the Duke of White Wolf.

Britney laughed heartily and patted her chest to promise, "If it really comes to that, I will fight you to my heart's content and teach those young soldiers a good lesson!"

Looking at the silver-haired girl, the old earl suddenly realized that she was no longer the adorable child in swaddling clothes, but an imperial lord who was already capable of shouldering the heavy burden of a duke.

While smiling with relief, the old earl's brow was filled with an indelible worry.

As Jon Snow's half-father, he wanted time to slow down a bit, allowing Jon Snow to feel more at ease. But as a shrewd, veteran noble, he had a vague feeling that the day of breaking with the royal family was not far away.

If it really came to that, he would not be ashamed of the kindness of the former Grand Duke and would fight Jon Snow to the very end. But he knew in his heart that no matter how brave a lone wolf was, it could not defeat a large wolf pack.

As the last descendant of the Andrews family, Jon Snow is like the never-ending howling snow and wind on the border. He is destined to be bound by responsibilities and unable to find peace.

I just hope that I don't reach that last step...

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That night, Roy had dinner with Jon Snow, the Earl and the Earl couple.

During this period, Roy was questioned by Ms. Britney, which made him feel embarrassed.

Tomorrow was the Winter Festival, so the Count and Countess had to make some arrangements in advance, so they said goodbye early.

Roy was about to go back to his room when Jon Snow called him.

"Okay, can you chat with me for a while?"

The boy followed the other person's footsteps to the top of the castle.

Under the pitch-black night, snowflakes were flying everywhere, rarely stopping, but the tiny sparks of fire outlined the outline of the castle, like a warm candlelight that burned forever in the darkness.

The silver-haired girl looked at this scene and remained silent for a long time.

Roy didn't say anything, just waited quietly.

In fact, he knew everything about the conversation between the Earl and Earl and Jon Snow, and the secret plan of Prince Winter.

The old earl was wise, but he underestimated Winter's ambition.

But no matter how hard the old earl racked his brains, he could not stop the overall situation.

Once Snowwind Castle issues a call, the border nobles will respond.

But the royal family is the royal family after all. This battle will ultimately end with Jon Snow's defeat.

No matter what, Jon Snow couldn't protect everything she wanted to protect.

As smart as she is, she may have already realized this in her heart.

Only when a thin layer of snow fell on both of their shoulders did the girl slowly speak.

"Aren't you going to ask what I want to talk about?"

"I want to wait for Mr. Snow to tell me in person."

"Actually, it's not a pleasant topic..."

Roy shrugged. "Can we only share the good times and not the bad times? Haven't Mr. Snow and I talked about many unpleasant topics? Like cultists and the like."

Jon Snow glanced at him and smiled bitterly: "That's right."

The girl told Roy about her current situation. Roy did not interrupt her, but just listened to her slowly.

After he finished speaking, Jon Snow let out a long sigh and looked up at the broken moon hanging high in the night sky.

The mottled moonlight and the flying snow made the girl's figure look lonely and desolate. Her profile, which was always as cold as frost or as gentle as water, finally showed a hint of dim confusion.

"Roy, what would you do if it were you?"

"Just like Mr. Jon Snow, if we can avoid fighting, we will do our best to drag it out."

Hearing this, Jon Snow laughed bitterly and said, "That's right."

Anyone who is not a fool with no political experience will come up with this as the most reasonable and only answer.

"Sorry for asking you a weird question."

"Go back and rest early."

She took a step forward and walked past Roy without looking at his expression.

She didn't want to see sympathy, pity, helpless sadness, or her own miserable appearance in the other person's eyes.

All Roy's eyes need is to always be warm and bright. It is because of his mentor's incompetence that he has become unnecessarily sad.

But at this time, the boy asked softly: "What does Mr. Snow want to do?"

The slender feet wrapped in long boots paused slightly, and Jon Snow turned around, but was stunned.

Under the bright moonlight, the black-haired boy's expression was still bright. In his eyes, which were brighter than the stars, there was no sympathy, no pity, and no sadness. There was only the same gentleness and determination as always.

"What do I want to do?"

Roy walked forward and held Jon Snow's hand. "Well, what I asked is not what you shouldn't do, but what you want to do. No matter what Mr. Jon Snow wants to do, I will fully support you."

The touch of his palm melted her coldness.

What do you want to do.

From the moment he lost his parents and wandered in the snow, Jon Snow gave up his naive delusions and learned to think about problems with the cruelest and most rational attitude, doing only what he should do, so as to seize a glimmer of hope.

But, thinking back, what should I do and what do I want to do between Roy and I?

When I came to my senses, a vague wish had already come out.

"I want to protect Snowwind Castle."

"I want to keep the Dukedom."

"Also, I think..."

Staring at the black-haired boy in front of him, Jon Snow's eyelashes trembled and he paused slightly.

"I don't want to marry him."

Roy smiled softly, as bright as the stars: "I will fulfill Mr. Snow's wish."

The young and naive words were so beautiful that they seemed unreal, but this was what Jon Snow wanted to hear most at the moment.

The wind and snow were blowing gently, and the silver-haired girl smiled slightly, with an elegant smile that was more enchanting than the moonlight.

Chapter 91 Phoenix

After saying good night to Jon Snow, Roy returned to his room.

Seeing that the girl's expression was no longer melancholy, Roy's mouth corners curled up slightly.

However, he didn't say those words simply to make Jon Snow happy.

That's right, if he were in Jon Snow's shoes, he couldn't come up with a better solution.

The royal family is powerful and influential. Even if Snowwind Castle has the support of the entire border and can barely compete with them, it will be difficult to win in the end.

In the original work, Alice relied on the pressure from the behemoth Church of Light to finally force the royal family to give up their plan to threaten Jon Snow.

I am not the Saint of Destiny and I don’t have the support of the church.

But he was no longer the stupid, incompetent, and helpless 'evil boy Roy'.

Looking out the window, I saw a team of griffins, giant eagles, and flying carpets landing in the castle.

The boy smiled.

He started preparing long before leaving the academy.

If you can't win with the cards you have, just add more cards.

The cards that can turn the situation around have been gathered.

However, thinking back to the previous times when he had defied fate, Roy couldn't help but worry.

The seemingly calm plot in the original work is just the surface of the situation. Under the surface, we don’t know what kind of undercurrents are surging.

It's the same this time.

Winter's forced marriage was inherently illogical. Provoking the Snowwind Castle forces prematurely and starting a war would do him no good either.

Unless he has the confidence to be so arrogant.

Thinking of this, Roy finally decided to add the last layer of insurance.

The boy lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and a panel lit up in his mind.

[Warning, King's Certificate detected! Do you want to consume Fate Reversal Points to activate it?]

[1 Fate Reversal Point has been consumed, activation confirmed!]

[The King's Certificate has been triggered, and the road to becoming a king has begun.]

As time and space froze, the golden flame burned slowly, bursting out with strange power, turning into a halo that enveloped the boy's consciousness.

It is powerful and mysterious, yet not scorching or intimidating. It is like the rising sun, bathing in it brings only warmth.

Everything in the past flashed by. When my consciousness became clear again and I stepped on the ground, what suddenly appeared before my eyes was a young wizard holding a staff and walking through the rainforest valley.

The grey robe of the monk was ragged, torn and stained with blood. However, his steps never stopped, and determination burned in his grey eyes.

As he continued to go deeper, through the mountains and forests, and into the entrance of the ruins, a scene that appeared before the boy's eyes was something that seemed to be true but was not.

This place...

[Scorching Sun Ruins]?!

However, the murals in the memory fragments have not been corroded too seriously.

Roy recognized that the murals here were exactly the same as those he saw in Yangyan Valley!

[The Ruins of the Fiery Sun] and the Yangyan Valley have some connection. Could it be that this is the habitat of [Phoenix]?

But how did the [Sage] know all this?

Wait, could it be...

Roy suddenly felt that the figure of the gray-robed wizard was so similar to the old man in his memory.

Following the old man, we passed through the traps in the ruins and reached the deepest part. What came into view was the same open-air altar as the one in the Yangyan Valley ruins.

The only difference is that under the shining sunlight, what is burning is not a golden flame, but a young girl.

The red hair is as bright as fire, the red eyes sparkle with burning flames, she is wearing a golden and red long skirt like feathers, and she is sitting on the altar with a pair of bare delicate feet, smiling like a half-smile, an innocent little girl.

Although she is petite, she exudes an immense presence, filling the entire altar with a sacred atmosphere.

There is no doubt that she is [Phoenix].

"?"

The phoenix eyes glanced at him casually, but Roy felt an inexplicable shudder and his soul trembled.

He felt similar feelings towards other demigods, but the gaze from this young girl was particularly strong.

It was as if an ancient being had given us a glimpse across time and space.

Is it an illusion?

Or, can this guy really see himself...

Before Roy could think, the scene in front of him continued to flow.

"The great [Phoenix], the eternal sun god, I am the last descendant of the pseudo-king family, the magician Booker!"

"Right now, the human race is in imminent danger. I implore you to abide by the Blood Covenant, lend a helping hand, and bestow your divine power to help the human race overcome this crisis!"

Booker's identity did not surprise Roy.

However, when he heard the name of the pseudo-king family, Roy's eyes widened and his mind was suddenly stunned.

Fake King? [Sage] Booker also has the blood of a fake king?!

Roy originally suspected that the person in the historical projection would be the [Pseudo-King] extraordinary person of past generations, but Booker's existence made him doubt it.