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

"My respect...but I heard that Earl Tucker once strongly opposed the military plan led by His Highness Douglas?"

"Ah this..."

"It was just a joke." Charlotte's face was devoid of smiles. She looked around at the sweating nobles in front of her and said proudly, "I understand your difficulties. Our friendship must always be based on interests first."

"I am grateful for your assistance. But please remember that the Lionheart Kingdom won the war with blood and fire, not with your so-called friendship."

The dragon-slaying princess was renowned, and the aura she exuded made even the old-school nobles tremble with fear.

Even if the ridicule was a little rude, they could only smile apologetically.

Respect is earned through strength.

Charlotte's reputation of having slayed dragons twice was enough to make her stand out from the crowd. Not to mention being the best among her peers, even these elders did not dare to show the slightest disrespect to her.

With that spirit that seemed to be burning at all times, no one would regard her as just a princess, but as the only future heir to the kingdom.

And if there is anyone in this banquet who can rival the dragon-slaying princess in terms of fame, it is only the greatest hero in the war against dragons.

"Lord Roy! It's Lord Roy!"

Before anyone arrived, the excited voices of the knights could be heard outside the banquet hall.

Nobles from all factions couldn't help but look back, wanting to catch a glimpse of the knight's true appearance.

The number one prodigy in the Western Continent, the sworn knight of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the dragon slayer who ended the evil dragon Nidhoggr.

If the princess felt awe, then the knight felt more admiration.

Even the old nobles, whose minds have been smoothed by time, could not help but feel their blood boiling and admire the legendary deeds.

This was also the first time the knight appeared in public after the war.

Of course, the princess was in front, but it was somewhat disrespectful to turn her gaze away.

"Let's welcome our heroes!"

The moment the black-haired boy appeared, the Lionhearted Prince was the first to applaud.

Then, knights, maids, and nobles all gathered here and cheered. The originally elegant aristocratic banquet was instantly drowned in the people's enthusiasm.

Even the knight surrounded by them seemed bewildered.

This popularity greatly shocked the foreign representatives.

"As expected of a dragon-slaying knight, this is truly remarkable..." As usual, Earl Tucker wanted to flatter the horse and curry favor with the princess, but unexpectedly, the red-haired princess had already left them and walked straight into the welcoming crowd.

"Everyone, please be patient and don't make things too difficult for him!"

Charlotte's somewhat helpless sigh finally suppressed the crowd's passion.

Natsu, holding up his wine glass, teased, "Yeah, don't make it too difficult for my sister. She should be the one who wants to welcome the hero the most right now!"

Having just shocked the foreign nobles into silence, Charlotte was now completely bewildered: "I, I'm not, I didn't..."

But no matter how she explained, the people who understood her meaning had already retreated with laughter, making way for them.

Chapter 90 Out of Control

In the passionate atmosphere created by Natsu, Charlotte was extremely conflicted.

Originally, she just wanted to sneak up on him, take Loroy away from the crowd, and have some intimacy with him in private, but now, she can't escape even if she wants to.

It's so shameless to stick together in public!

But when the black-haired boy extended his hand to him and smiled gently, Charlotte's heart warmed, and she overcame her shyness and placed her slightly blushing fingertips into the other's palm.

The aunt-like gazes from all around her had never stopped since the beginning, burning her cheeks, but she still held Roy's hand tightly and led him to the edge of the banquet.

The dragon-slaying princess also had a shy and lowered side. The foreign guests were truly amazed at this and were stunned by the two people's behavior, which far exceeded that between a monarch and his subjects.

In short, the people of the kingdom tactfully kept their distance from the two, and the foreign guests at this moment naturally did not want to come forward to disturb them.

After calming down a little, Charlotte immediately asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Roy clenched his empty hand, feeling the strength of his bloodline no longer weak: "Almost."

The power of high level is nothing short of magical.

The [Dragon Slaying Sword Balmung] projected by the residual soul of the Dragon King now completely belongs to him and can be used without the need for reversal points. Unfortunately, the side effects are still powerful.

Even after reaching a higher level, his physical fitness had been greatly enhanced, unlike before when a single sword strike would leave him half-crippled. However, the accumulated injuries and depleted Qi still forced Roy to stay in bed for a while.

But his advanced physical fitness is not to be underestimated. In fact, he had recovered half a month ago.

Roy was a little distressed: "The injury is not serious, but the blood is still not stable."

Looking at the cheerful crowd in front of him, Roy felt inexplicably upset.

Every beat of his heart delivered a huge amount of extraordinary power that far exceeded his previous one, as if countless liquids were accumulated in his chest and difficult to release, making him feel depressed.

"High-level power is harder to control than I thought. Charlotte, don't you have similar symptoms?"

With a flicker of flame on her fingertips, Charlotte replied easily, "I had some before, but after the battle with the Frost Dragon, my bloodline has basically stabilized."

As expected of you, you've almost mastered it after just two battles at the advanced level? Even now, Roy couldn't help but sigh at the princess' terrifying bloodline talent.

"Don't be discouraged."

At this moment, Rowling's voice echoed in my mind.

"A [False King] needs to fuse the blood of an alien race, which is inherently more difficult to control than an ordinary Gold-level cultivator. Isn't it normal that he needs some time to adapt?"

Rowling spoke in a tone of preaching from an elder: "Back then, when I was promoted to Sequence 5, I was tortured to death, and you haven't even coughed up blood yet. Be content!"

It is difficult to force the movement of blood, and the body has to adapt slowly. After hearing what Rowling said, Roy had no choice but to relax and not think too much about it.

Roy chatted with Charlotte for a while, then saw Carl and Natsu walking over together.

At the banquet, Roy instinctively wanted to salute the prince, but Charlotte held him back and snorted unhappily, "No need to be so respectful to this stinky old man!"

"Roy, I'm relieved to see you so energetic!" Natsu greeted him first, and then said casually: "My sister is right."

He put on his incredibly tight, almost unsettling smile, and said with a wink, "Maybe in the future we'll be a family, and we won't have to worry about these little details."

"What what family......"

While making excuses, Charlotte hugged him even tighter. Looking at the girl's clumsy appearance, Roy smiled knowingly.

"Welcome back." Carl's greeting was much briefer, but the warmth it conveyed was enough.

"I'm glad you're okay. Even though you're a dragon-slaying hero, don't push yourself too much."

Natsu scratched his cheek and gave a wry smile, "A dragon-slaying hero... I always dreamed of slaying dragons when I was little, but I never thought you would kill them all. Now I have no chance at all!"

"But to be honest, I was so scared when I saw another dragon pop out!" Thinking back to that time, Natsu was obviously still in shock and his face didn't look good.

But after looking at Roy, he couldn't help but admire him and said, "I can't believe you came up with something so cool! Forget about slaying dragons, even if you want to be a dragon knight, that's no problem, right?!"

Carl also murmured, "If the ancestors of the Ainblad family knew that you could mobilize the residual soul of a demigod, I'm afraid you would have to be the head of the family."

In response, Roy just smiled helplessly.

It's impossible for him to not want to be a dragon rider, but Bahamut was a demigod after all. Would he really let himself ride him?

Moreover, the consumption of the Shadow of the Former King is quite astonishing. Even with a high-level extraordinary power, it can only last for less than a minute, which is not easy at all.

"Father, you're joking. Although I've reached a high level, I haven't yet mastered the cultivation of my bloodline. From the perspective of [Iron Blood], I'm still not mature enough."

"No, actually you already have it."

Carl explained: "I think the reason why you can't use the Iron Blood bloodline to cultivate is because Iron Blood is not your true bloodline."

"The phantom you condensed is the very source of the dragon blood—the residual soul of a demigod. It itself represents the root power of this extraordinary bloodline."

"That's right, but that's also why your bloodline power is more difficult to control than the average gold-level one. The Dragon King's bloodline is no joke." Rowling added further.

Roy had an inexplicable feeling of listening to his parents' scientific knowledge.

It turns out that the reason why I couldn't use the bloodline opening well was not because I was not good enough, but because I was too good. As the saying goes, the more powerful the power, the more difficult it is to control.

Thinking of this, Roy instantly felt relieved of his psychological pressure.

But he immediately thought of another possibility.

Since the Dragon King's bloodline is so powerful, has he really completely controlled it?

thump.

Boom boom boom.

The moment this thought came to mind, Roy felt his heartbeat getting heavier and heavier, like the rumbling of thunder.

And this was not an illusion, because Carl and others were looking at him in surprise.

"It seems there's still something wrong with my bloodline...!"

Roy forced a smile, but before he could finish his words, the next moment, boiling power surged within his body, releasing a vast pressure. Dragon scales emerged from his flesh uncontrollably, and dark golden lightning flashed in one of his eyes. Worse still, he unleashed his dragon might uncontrollably, repelling Carl and the others.

It was like a bolt of thunder striking the venue, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"What's going on?! Is it possible? Is it another dragon clan?!"

"No, that seems to be the aura of Lord Roy!"

"Lord Roy? But why would Lord Roy..."

Damn! No matter how you look at it, this isn't just a minor problem; it's a major problem!

Roy cursed inwardly and tried to control his blood, but the power was too great to be restrained at all. The layers of dragon scales that emerged made his smile become hideous.

The commotion was growing and the situation was about to get out of control. Roy was getting anxious when a soft but strong embrace held him tightly.

"Relax, take a deep breath...will this feel better?"

Feeling the sweet fragrance coming from the crimson hair, Roy inexplicably felt that the power in his body was no longer impulsive, like a wild beast that had broken free and returned to being docile.

Chapter 91: The Tyranny of Dragon Blood

Thanks to Charlotte's immediate handling, the commotion did not become too serious.

To the outside world, the dragon-slaying knight only lost his composure because he had just entered a high-level realm and his bloodline was difficult to control.

No one would blame him for this. After all, being able to reach a high level is a feat that thousands of extraordinary people dare not even think about. Instead, people feel more deeply for the difficulties faced by the Knight.

But for those in the know, the situation does not look good.

That night, Charlotte called in the capital's top medical team to diagnose Roy's condition, but the results of the consultation were clearly not optimistic.

In the conference room.

The teacup fell.

The princess' displeasure was palpable, like a volcano poised to erupt at any moment.

"So your final diagnosis is... impotence?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

The nearly one hundred-year-old royal physician of the Wang family answered tremblingly, not daring to look directly into those burning eyes.

"As you know, cases of high-level transcendents are rare, and the symptoms and treatments for blood agitation are extremely limited. Lord Roy's bloodline is quite special..."

At this time, another imperial physician asked anxiously, "Could it be related to the demonic energy?"

"If we face the demonic dragon head-on, we'll likely be contaminated by its demonic energy. Dragons are inherently ferocious. If Lord Roy is also affected, shouldn't we take any measures...?"

As soon as the words fell, Charlotte glanced over.

The terrifying pressure that could almost ignite the air came crashing down, and the talkative imperial physician was frightened out of his wits, as if he was facing an angry lion without any precautions.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was rude!"

Looking away, Charlotte rubbed her swollen and painful brow and sighed tiredly.

"You have a point. We cannot ignore the possibility of demonic influence."

Demonic energy, research on this power is extremely limited. However, it is the culprit that drove Nidhogg and the entire dragon race mad, and it is indeed not to be underestimated.

"But I hope you remember that even if Roy was truly corrupted by demonic energy, he sacrificed himself for the kingdom. How disheartening would it be for the people to treat such a hero who saved the nation so unfairly?"

Charlotte said solemnly, "I will personally stay by his side these days to prevent him from losing control and to ensure the safety of the kingdom."

The first half of the sentence had inspired respect, and they felt that Her Highness possessed a regal demeanor. But the second half, however, had the doctors' minds elsewhere.