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

"Everyone, for Roy, please lend me your strength!" Charlotte stretched out her hand and issued an invitation for an alliance.

The three girls lowered their hands together, looked at each other, and shouted.

"She won't succeed! *n"

In order to stop the evil Jon Snow Andrews from plotting against Roy, the girls put aside their usual conflicts and officially formed an alliance today!

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Year-end summary.

This is an essential activity for every organization.

Taking stock of the gains and losses of the year and looking forward to the future can motivate organization members to work hard, move forward with heavy burdens, and move towards a better future.

The cohesion of an organization can be seen from this one activity alone.

The cohesion of cults is often ridiculously strong.

When you are mentally ill, have lost all concerns, don't even care about your life, and are willing to be a consumable tool for the organization, then the cohesion must be strong.

The [School of the Undead], which regards death as its final destination, has always maintained extremely high cohesion and morale.

until this year.

Due to being hunted by the authorities, the year-end summary was not only postponed to the beginning of the following year, but the summary itself was also extremely poor, causing great chaos in the army's morale.

In the dark devil's cave, beneath row after row of pale candlelight, the white round table was empty, with half of the ten seats for the priests missing.

The remaining priests had no intention of looking to the future and instead complained to each other.

There's nothing I can do. This year is just the worst of the worst.

First, the city of learning.

Priest Kalman originally wanted to lure the tiger away from the mountain, but he happened to run into a Holy Light Maid who came from nowhere, and he was defeated and lost the Holy Gift of Death forged from the Titan's finger bones.

In pursuit of the demigod's legacy, Priest Ivan went to negotiate with the Cassandra family, but ended up falling into the hands of adventurers and wanted criminals.

In the end, even the Cassandra family, who were the accomplices, were exposed, causing their stronghold in the academy to be uprooted and suffering heavy losses.

Having suffered heavy losses, the [School of the Undead] wanted to recuperate, but unexpectedly the [Evil Dragon Society] came to invite them to hunt for the blood of the false king together.

The bones of the false king's blood are as precious as a demigod's sacrifice.

With careful planning and the collaboration of multiple religions, it should have been a sure thing!

However, that damned [Evil Dragon Society] hadn't even investigated the other party's background! As a result, they had actually trapped a powerful priest!

Well, it’s their bad luck that they believed the nonsense of the dragon’s servant!

Is it okay if you just stay out of trouble and stay within your means?

The conspiracy between the Empire and the Demons has been in the works for nearly a decade. If they can successfully provoke a war within the Empire, they will gain a large number of undead, not only replenishing their losses but even potentially expanding their power!

Of course, forcibly summoning the undead through necromancy required the use of a large number of low-level personnel. But other than that, they didn't need to do anything else, making them the easiest party in the entire plan.

In particular, they also sent one of the only two high priests in the Western Continent, the [Wizard] who has the blood of a lich.

It’s not a sure thing, but it’s foolproof, right?

As a result, they were dumbfounded. The plan had just begun, and the demons had not yet taken over the Snow Wind Castle, but the soul fire of the [Wizard] was extinguished, declaring his death.

The most ridiculous thing is that the one who killed the high priest of the [Witcher] was actually the blood of that false king!

No, you are just a fucking student. Why are you running around the world instead of going home for the New Year holiday?

It's fine to go to the Land of Golden Sands to escape the cold, but why go to the Empire in the middle of winter?!

"How dare a mere maid, relying on the Holy Light, attack noble followers of the God of Death like us!"

"And that Sword Ghost! If he hadn't died in the siege of Cassandra's family, I would have fed him to the ghouls!"

"No! If I must say, the one who deserves death the most is that fake King's Blood! He narrowly escaped disaster, but instead of secretly rejoicing, he actually dared to come all the way to the Empire to obstruct our plans! He's truly impatient!"

"I heard that the Holy Light Maid is also his! This bastard must have been targeting us for a long time!"

The priests cursed and jumped up and down in anger.

Originally, the [School of the Undead] was unable to defeat the Church in the Eastern Continent, so it shifted its focus to the Western Continent for development.

Who would have thought that after more than a decade of achievements, things were just starting to get better, but last year we were back to the state before liberation!

The most outrageous thing is that unlike the [Evil Dragon Society], they were suppressed after confronting local forces.

They also cooperate with the imperial family and the demons!

Who would have thought that the royal family and the demons were so unreliable? Especially after the plan failed, the royal family sent troops to destroy many of their strongholds in order to distance themselves from them.

Incompetent demons! Shameless mortals! Neither of them is a good thing!

In short, over the past year, it seems that there has been no large-scale conflict with official forces, but we have been stabbed here and there, and bleeding layer by layer like a blunt knife cutting flesh. It is painful to think about it.

But just when everyone was feeling helpless, furious and annoyed, the bald wizard of the Hand of the Round Table raised his staff and slammed it down.

"Everyone!"

"We are blessed by the God of Death. How can we be so discouraged by a small setback?"

"Foolish mortals dare to offend us repeatedly. We should repay them double and send them into eternal silence!"

Chapter 130: Royle, No Longer Thinking of Shu

Under the prestige of the high priest, all the cultists fell silent.

[School of the Undead] The highest priest of the Western Continent, the high priest [Corpse Dragon] Granti.

Despite being young, he possesses considerable strength, having already reached Source Level Three (Middle Sequence) at the age of thirty. He even managed to refine a living pure-blooded dragon, making him arguably the top genius of the [School of the Undead].

Even the leader of the sect praised him highly and entrusted him with an important task, ordering him to be fully responsible for the affairs of the Western Continent and treating him as his successor.

But when he passionately proposed revenge, the priests looked embarrassed.

I want revenge, but I don't know who to take revenge on!

You say there's no vengeance, but they've suffered countless losses. But you say there's vengeance, but the vengeance shared by each faction isn't much, so who should we avenge?

The Citadel? The Empire? The Adventurer's Guild? We can't go to war with the entire world, right?

We are not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean we don't want to live. If we die without making any contribution, wouldn't that be a waste of life?!

"Respected High Priest, with all due respect, given our current strength, we will not gain anything if we go to war with any party," one of the teachers said nervously.

Corpse Dragon sneered, "So we won't attack either side."

"Throwing an egg against a rock will only waste the God of Death's gift. Only by using the smallest cost and obtaining the greatest reward can we maximize the spread of the gospel of eternal silence!"

The bald wizard raised his staff and used his extraordinary power to outline a human figure.

"The blood of the false king, Roy Ironblad! He is our current target!"

"If we can present his body to Lord Death, all the losses of this entire year will be nothing to worry about!"

The way everyone looked at the black-haired boy was like a sleazy old man who had been single for thirty years, seeing the naked and beautiful girl, his hunger was beyond words.

Another priest suppressed his desire and calmly analyzed, "However, this pseudo-king's blood is extremely powerful and is located at the border of the empire. It will not be easy to deal with him."

[Corpse Dragon] nodded slightly.

"You're right."

"But that was in the past. The current Blood of the False King is still recuperating from the severe injuries sustained in the battle of Snowwind Castle. His strength is only one tenth of what it was before."

"Everyone, opportunities are risks, and risks are opportunities!" A sharp light flashed in the high priest's eyes, and an extremely evil aura emerged from his body.

"Admittedly, the Empire's borders have been heavily guarded lately, making infiltration difficult. But most of the combat power is concentrated in Snowwind Castle, on guard against the Demon Realm. Who could have imagined that we would attack at this time?"

"You want to be useless for the rest of your life, wasting the gift of the God of Death? And you say you want to be a true martyr for a while, completing the great work of the God of Death?"

[Corpse Dragon] is a real gambler.

Back then, he risked being torn apart by the dragon and forcibly refined it into his own undead puppet. This was all due to his sheer courage and willingness to take risks!

However, this time he wants to play it even bigger! He wants to bet everything!

But as he said, if they take a step back, they will always be useless. If they fight hard and get the blood of the false king, even if they die, they will be glorious martyrs!

"High Priest Granti, we are willing to follow you even until death!"

"it is good!"

The high priest laughed heartily, his enthusiasm evident in his words.

"To work for Lord Death, one needs this kind of ruthlessness!"

"The honor of obtaining the false king's blood belongs to us!"

The pale candlelight echoed with the cultists' wild and arrogant laughter, as if Roy was already meat on their chopping board.

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Amnesia.

This should be a terrifying word.

Every day when he woke up and looked at the snow outside the window, Roy felt a sense of alienation as if he didn't belong to this world.

Although I understand common sense about nobility, bloodline, and extraordinary people, my brain still feels so unfamiliar, just like a video game.

The strange thing is that he only understands the concept of video games, but can't remember what they are specifically.

This feeling is like a person groping in the dark, not knowing where to go, and unconsciously feeling a little nervous.

Until the silver-haired girl's words illuminated his world.

"I am your lover."

She has silver hair, blue eyes, fair skin, big breasts, a nice butt, and a slender waist. She is also a rich lady who inherits the dukedom.

Such a beautiful girl is actually his lover? !

Just a little amnesia or something, it doesn't matter at all, okay?!

From then on, Roy woke up with a smile every morning, bubbling with joy.

And today, as his weak body gradually recovered, Jon Snow finally agreed to take him out to relax and do some things that only lovers can do.

Roy is so excited!

Before he even left the house, Jon Snow was already satisfied, and even exceeded his expectations.

"Well, Miss Snow, I can wear my own clothes."

"Don't worry about it. This is normal for us."

"Huh? Has it always been like this before I lost my memory?"

"......Yes."

Feeling the slightly cool little hands moving across his back through his clothes, Roy couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Is this too much trouble for you..."

Jon Snow greeted him softly as he carefully helped Roy put on his black mink coat, straightening the collar from bottom to top. Finally, he raised his head with satisfaction, met the boy's gaze, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "It's no trouble."

"Isn't this normal for lovers?"

Seeing Jon Snow's continued calmness, Roy had no choice but to accept this setting.

He actually needs girls to help him dress up every day, and he's a gigolo. What a useless... and wonderful life he lived before!

"Okay, time to go...oh, wait a minute."

Before leaving, Jon Snow suddenly stretched out his slender little hand again.

Roy was just wondering when he heard the other party helplessly remind him: "Hold hands."

"Oh, sorry, I'm not used to that."

"It's ok."

Jon Snow took the initiative to hold the boy's hand, his snow-white little hand pressed tightly against the boy's palm, his brows relaxed, his eyes sparkling: "You'll get used to it slowly."

Once again feeling the other person's gentleness, Roy was like a dog on a leash, happily following Jon Snow out.

The count and countess standing by were stunned.

Britney rubbed her eyes and said, "No, you were so stubborn yesterday that you refused to take any action. How come you're just like that today?"