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

The intimate interaction between the boy and girl naturally did not escape the eyes of their old mother, Leisa.

Lessa glanced at the two of them meaningfully, and raised the corners of her lips: "In just one day, your relationship has improved a lot."

"As expected, you're really happy to have Roy with you, right?"

The amusement in Leisa's eyes almost overflowed.

Charlotte, who had just swallowed a piece of chicken, almost choked. After finally swallowing it with the help of the soup, she raised her head and forced an explanation: "Where, where is it?!"

"I'm not that happy, just an ordinary one!" Charlotte wiped the corner of her mouth and straightened her body, looking elegant and reserved.

What's the meaning of being happy or not? Why do you say it as if you have that kind of meaning...

Of course, if Roy really meant that, it's not impossible, but what is he thinking?

Although she said this, her half-closed eyes kept drifting towards Roy.

Unexpectedly, Roy sighed with regret: "Oh, it turns out you're not so happy being with me?"

He suddenly felt playful and wanted to play a trick on the stubborn princess.

Roy looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said in an exaggeratedly melancholic tone, "Am I being overly sentimental? Isn't our relationship good enough?"

The girl was stunned and a little panicked.

"No, no, that's not what I meant...it's just..." Charlotte straightened her delicate body, and her slender legs twisted under her skirt, but she stammered and couldn't say anything for a long time. She was so anxious that she pinched the ends of her hair up.

"It's, it's..."

Those fiery red eyes were already tinged with a faint mist.

The more anxious and aggrieved the girl was, the cuter she was, and the more Roy wanted to bully her.

But the parents are right next to us, so don’t go too far.

Roy waved his hand and immediately put on a smile: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

"Thanks to Charlotte for accompanying me, at least I'm happy today."

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, a flash of relief and joy flashed across her face, but she immediately realized that the other party had done it on purpose, and pouted.

Under the table, the black silk jade feet wrapped in boots immediately stepped on Roy, but the force was not light or heavy, but rather like a small animal bumping into him.

The corner of Leisa's mouth curled up even more than before. Seeing his son's smooth progress, Carl's appetite was whetted and he started eating meat for a while. They both said they had hit the mark.

Only a certain king, after drinking a few large glasses of beer, felt unhappy when he saw his daughter chatting and laughing with Roy.

If it was any other little bastard, even the one from old Raymond's family, Rob would have broken his legs long ago.

However, after observing him, Rob couldn't find any major faults with Roy.

This only made him more irritated.

Emotionally, he didn't want his daughter to fall in love, but rationally, he knew that this might be the only boy Charlotte could like.

"Hey, Roy boy!"

The thunderous shout almost scared Roy.

"What's wrong?!"

"You can pursue my daughter! But my Reinhardt family doesn't accept incompetent people! You must at least prove that you are stronger than Carl! You must break through before you turn twenty..."

That's how the awkward old father is. In order to get over the hurdle in his heart, he always has to bring up some "test" or "trial" to make things difficult for me.

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Lessa stepped on Robert's toes with her high-heeled foot, as if she had done it countless times.

Compared to Charlotte, Leisa really stepped on it.

Even the iron-willed King Lionheart put on a mask of pain and shut his mouth on the spot, which shows how much pain he was in.

Leisa smiled kindly at Roy and said, "Don't mind it. Men talk nonsense when they're drunk."

Roy, not knowing what was going on, nodded repeatedly, feeling an inexplicable chill.

He inexplicably thought of his head maid.

How can I put it? The women in this world are incredibly fierce. Carl is fine, but how come even this [Red Flame Dancing on the Dragon's Back], the dignified King Lionheart, has been brought up as a henpecked husband?

"What nonsense? This is a test for men..." Rob stared, seeming to want to save his dignity, but was stepped on by Lessa again. His body trembled, and he turned his head away, showing his final stubbornness: "...But the test is not a moment, you two should get along well first."

Roy wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, as it was the first time he saw such a scene. He felt very embarrassed.

Karl, on the other hand, was already accustomed to it and took his old friend's embarrassing side as a snack to go with his wine.

"Rob, you're still so henpecked!"

Then he was pinned down again by the angry Rob.

In fact, compared to those court banquets that are full of courtesy, hypocrisy and socializing, Roy still prefers this relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

After dinner, the three elders stayed outside the house to have a second round of banquet, while Roy and Charlotte were urged to go to bed early.

Not far from the holiday cottage is a small bathing area converted from a mountain spring, where you can bathe.

Of course, ladies always come first in this kind of thing.

Roy and Charlotte agreed to go back half an hour later. When the time came, he followed the path they had chosen to go to the bathhouse.

It is called a bathing place, but in fact it is a pool built with stones and fed by stream water. There is a roofless wooden house outside for shelter.

At first glance, it has the elegance of an open-air hot spring in an island country in the past life.

Roy was about to enter the house when he saw a faint figure shrouded in mist.

Chapter 67: Mutual Expectations

What kind of clichéd welfare expansion is this?!

Roy's first reaction was to run.

However, he soon discovered that the scene he saw was not as extreme as he had imagined.

The girl was wearing the pink pajamas she had worn this morning.

Fresh from her bath, the young woman looked like a gorgeous flower bathed in morning dew, her red hair dripping down her shoulders, her cheeks rosy as apples, and her slender, pink legs beneath her light clothing dripping with sparkling liquid. A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted over her.

"I'm done washing, it's your turn... why are you staring at me?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows slightly and pulled her clothes a little tighter around her chest.

Yet, for some reason, even with her brows furrowed, her expression remained gentle. The hand across her chest seemed to be covering something, but in reality, it was only half-concealed.

The sad thing is, Charlotte is so flat that you can't see anything even if you don't cover it.

Damn, is this guy so cute?

Any man would have his heart beating faster if he suddenly saw such a beautiful scene, right?

Fortunately, Roy was also an expert at facial expression. He suppressed the strangeness on his face and pretended to be calm, saying, "Nothing, just an illusion."

"Oh." Charlotte responded muffledly, then she opened her bare feet lightly, stomped on the wooden floor, and moved closer to Roy.

"What do you think of my outfit?"

Roy was a little surprised. Charlotte didn't seem as angry as when he caught her in pajamas without makeup in the morning. She seemed more like... nervous?

"It's quite cute."

The clothes were too thin, sticking to the girl's wet skin, revealing her bright complexion. Roy didn't know where to look, so he could only move his head slightly.

"Really? I like it..." Charlotte felt embarrassed when she got the answer she wanted, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Charlotte picked up the basket of clothes beside her, her voice even more cheerful than before.

Before leaving, the girl looked back.

"What we said at dinner earlier..."

"I was just joking, don't take it to heart." Roy smiled bitterly.

If he really cares too much about it, he will feel embarrassed.

"I'm very happy today too!" Charlotte finally plucked up the courage to speak her mind.

The unexpectedly frank words were like a kitten diving into Roy's chest. The strange feelings made his heart confused and he was caught off guard.

The girl slowly stretched out her soft white fingertips and pointed at me. Her tone was a little hard and her face was a little tense, but her eyes were so soft and gentle.

Under the starlight at night, the crimson and lustrous eyes are like the brightest stars, sparkling with the most brilliant expectations.

"Don't forget the agreement!"

"I've never danced with anyone before, so don't break your promise again!"

After saying that, the girl walked briskly and disappeared into the night.

Only Charlotte herself knew how much courage it had taken to say that. As soon as she was out of Roy's sight, she fled back to her room in a panic, throwing herself on the bed.

The little princess buried her flushed face in the soft pillow, her heart beating hard.

"Ahh~ I told it out! I told it out!"

The mere mention of the dance appointment made Charlotte feel confused.

In this way, Roy can at least feel my feelings, right?

Originally she wanted to be more reserved.

The intimate touch of riding a griffin together, the joy of hunting together, and the unique warmth of youth under the setting sun, all of these made Charlotte intoxicated and increasingly unable to extricate herself.

Although the girl had romantic fantasies from the beginning, now she finally had the feeling that her fantasies were about to come true.

She wants to realize this fantasy with her own hands.

only......

Charlotte got up, hugged the pillow, and knelt beside the bed, looking at the broken corner of the full moon in the night sky, feeling resentful.

"I don't know, what does he think..."

Under the same night sky, Roy was soaking in a warm bathtub, also looking at the bright moon above his head.

As a villain, he can only survive by keeping a distance from the real heroine Alice, the daughter of destiny.

But if Charlotte doesn't like Alice, there is no such thing as fate in this world...

"Dance, why aren't you coming yet?"

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After taking a bath, Roy returned to his room to sleep.

The anticipation for the dance made him a little excited, and he tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

Dreams are often peaceful and tranquil.

But in the haze, Roy suddenly felt a trembling coming from the depths of his soul.

In the boundless darkness, there is a ball of strange scarlet fire.

It was a terrifying flame completely different from Charlotte's noble and gorgeous crimson.

That is the color of blood.

In a trance, swords clashed and the fighting shook the sky.

The huge monster spread its wings and flew past, the sky was burned up, and fire rain poured down from the sky, causing all living creatures to wail miserably.

At the end of blood and fire, the young prince and eleven knights rode griffins against the rain of fire and charged fearlessly towards the top of the mountain that reached the clouds.

But it was only for a moment.

More and more complex images like the sea of ​​stars came flooding in, almost suffocating Roy.

He remembered the palpitations.

He felt the same palpitations when he took the [Iron Blood] potion!

Many images also flashed by at that time, but he had no time to pay attention to them.

Now he realized that he had only seen the tip of the iceberg!

He saw the young prince face the fiery scourge.

He saw the black-haired knight slashing at the black dragon from the top of the sky.

He also saw that on the unknown mountains, there was an ancient, huge, majestic, and indescribable existence, which, with supreme divine power, crossed the boundaries of time and space and glanced at him.