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

But the more Charlotte's breath came into contact with the young man, the softer her waist became, and her momentum gradually declined. The princess who wanted to punish the knight was immersed in it and was gradually counterattacked.

While gasping for breath, the figures hugging each other rolled off the tea table.

Roy looked at the princess who was pinned down by him, and found that the girl's face was already flushed, her eyes were wet, and she had softened from a proud lion to a weak little kitten.

The boy who had been passive all the time actually didn't dare to disobey the other party, but she wanted to turn over.

Charlotte reached out and gently stroked Roy's face.

"I don't accept your previous answer."

"You can like other girls."

"But I'm going to be your favorite."

Roy was about to open his mouth, but was blocked by soft fingertips.

"This is not an order, and you don't need to answer. I will do what you like best - prove it with actions."

This may be Charlotte's pride and reserve.

Roy felt only endless gratitude and love for the girl in front of him because she liked him and was willing to accept his proposal.

Perhaps unable to bear Roy's overly scorching gaze, the girl, her cheeks tinged with crimson, closed her eyes.

"When I helped you before, I told you that you should repay me with interest."

She raised her head and hummed proudly and softly, "Now, it's time. This is an order."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

Roy chuckled and offered himself to his beloved princess.

Until there are no more people in the courtyard and the noise fades away, until dusk falls in the sky and night falls.

Chapter 145: Questioning from the Elders

The next evening, Roy and Alice were invited to the open-air rooftop of the West Wind Restaurant.

Roy was wearing a black military uniform with a gold-plated sword and shield. He looked handsome and elegant, and was the standard attire of a lion-hearted noble.

Alice was dressed as a maid as always, quiet and cute. Although she looked ordinary, her delicate features and holy temperament attracted the admiration of the waiters.

The elf waiters, dressed in gorgeous clothes, divided into two rows of men and women, received the two people respectfully, in accordance with the highest standards.

After entering, Roy found that the atmosphere at the table was not as solemn and serious as he had imagined.

Not only were they invited to this private dinner, but all of Nia's friends, including Amy, Jenny, Vanilla, and Chocolate, were also invited and had already entered before them.

Nia, wearing a light green dress, was also among them, chatting and laughing, very casually.

Jenny and Amy were amazed by the low-key luxury and unique green forest decoration of the Green Court.

Vanilla was as well-behaved as ever, but Chocolate was like a pig that had been hungry for ten days or half a month, gobbling up the fruits and snacks before the meal, which made Roy, the owner, ashamed.

Nia was the first to notice them coming and stood up to greet them.

"Why are you so late..."

The girl was about to smile as usual, but suddenly she froze in place, her smile frozen, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

Roy sighed secretly and tightened his collar slightly to cover the faint numbing mark left on his neck by the princess yesterday.

Looking at the obvious grievance on the elf girl's face, Roy felt overwhelmed with guilt.

"Tsk tsk, the whole school is saying that you went to Lionheart Mansion yesterday. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that you..."

Nia pretended to smile cheerfully, but as she smiled she lowered her brows, bit her lips, and said nothing more.

Alice looked back and forth between the two, confused as to why Nia was suddenly so down.

Jenny and Amy, who were behind Nia, already knew that Nia was trapped in a triangle, but they were still at a loss as to what to do.

The atmosphere at the banquet, which should have been joyful, became tense.

Until a slightly cold voice came from the other side.

"Nia, it looks like all your friends are here."

Nia, as if she had finally found an excuse, dodged Roy's gaze and replied to Jantia, "Yeah! The party is almost ready to start!"

"Don't worry, until then..."

The chief of the Emerald Council cast a cold glance at Roy. The piercing coldness of the sword's blade made the latter unconsciously straighten his back and hold his breath.

"You two come over here first."

After saying this, Jantia turned and left.

Roy and Nia followed her away from the crowd and sat down in a corner of the open-air restaurant.

During this time, Nia unconsciously quickened her pace, avoiding Roy's gaze.

The young man could only sigh at this.

Even though Charlotte was convinced, it doesn't mean Nia will accept such a relationship.

After all, Nia is still an elf girl with conservative views on love. In a sense, she may be more difficult to convince than Charlotte.

But for now, I still have to get past Janetia first.

If even the Chief of the Emerald Council cannot be persuaded, and they force their daughter back, then I won't have to worry about Nia anymore, the boy thought to himself with self-mockery.

However, when she found that the boy and girl opposite her were not holding hands like last time, and even kept a subtle distance, Janetia felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

To be honest, it was hard for her to agree with this triangle relationship, but she couldn't accept her daughter becoming the loser.

How could I give up on pursuing a man halfway? I'm usually so brave, but why am I so timid when it comes to love? Just a hand, I held it whenever I wanted!

Janetia, whose actual combat performance was actually far inferior to her own daughter, was complaining madly in her heart, but on the surface she still kept a stern face and looked serious.

"First of all, congratulations on completing the Blue Trial."

"Not only did he compete with seniors, he also defeated the priest of [Withering of All Things] and even killed [Son of Withering]..." Having said this, Janetia looked at Roy deeply.

The growth rate and ultimate combat power of the pseudo-king's blood far exceed those of other bloodlines. As early as eighteen years ago, Janetia had experienced it from her old friend.

After hearing that Roy defeated the evil god priest, Janetia was a little surprised, but also felt it was natural.

After all, they are Rowling's descendants.

But killing the [Son of Withering] is another matter.

To turn the tide in such a desperate situation requires not only extraordinary strength, but also the courage to fight to the death and even the good fortune of signing a contract with the True Ancestor.

And, most importantly, one thing that is different from Rowling.

That strong determination to never compromise with fate and to remain confident in victory until the very end.

Perhaps Rowling had also had such a time, but in Janetia's memory, the only impression left by her old friend was the loneliness and decadence hidden under the indifferent smile.

But if it were the boy in front of him, perhaps he could take a completely different path from Rowling.

Thinking of this, Janetia couldn't help but say, "I admit that you have surpassed Rowling."

Even though they vaguely guessed the answer, Roy and Nia finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Janetia's confirmation.

But Janetia's next words made them tense again.

"Nia, I won't force you to go back, but I want to ask you again, are you sure you want to stay in the magic academy?"

Nia was slightly stunned, and said with a hasty smile: "Mom, what are you talking about? I must stay."

"Even if you can't get the happiness you want?"

As if frozen by Janetia's cold questioning, the elf girl was completely stunned and speechless.

Roy subconsciously wanted to speak, but he clenched his fists and stopped the impulse.

Unlike Janetia's unreasonable decision last time, this time he had no right to interrupt a mother's reasonable concern, nor did he have the right to stop Nia's own wishes.

Whether to stay or go is up to Nia herself.

But seeing her daughter remained silent, Janetia frowned slightly.

Then she looked at Roy again.

"Roy, what do you think?"

Nia also secretly cast a glance over.

Roy said seriously: "Whether you go or stay, I respect Nia's opinion."

Hearing this, Janetia's expression became even more gloomy, and Nia drooped her shoulders slightly in disappointment.

"But if Nia is willing to stay, I will never let her down."

"Master Chief, your assumption just now is not valid. As long as Nia is willing to stay, I will definitely make her happy."

Nia looked back at the girl beside her, her eyes slightly widened, and light reappeared in them.

The corners of Janetia's mouth raised slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.

She wanted to believe the boy's promise, but she would not turn a blind eye to Roy's problems.

"You're being quite arrogant! Did you say the same thing to another girl?"

This sentence was undoubtedly like a sword piercing his heart, almost making Roy lose his composure.

"Although I didn't say so, I'm confident that she will be just as happy. We won't treat any of them unfairly."

"It's just talk, anyone can do it." Gentia's eyes turned cold, and she said meaningfully, "Do you know that according to elven custom in the First Age, those who cheated would have their limbs cut off and be hung from a tree to be fed to vultures?"

Chapter 146: Janetia Leads the Way

Roy felt uneasy when he heard this.

Aren't elves supposed to be kind and gentle?! Why is there such a bloody punishment?!

Oh, vampires are also considered elves, so that’s fine.

Janetia took a sip of herbal tea and then confessed, "Roy, let me be frank. For the elves, love is the beautiful bond that sustains life. Betraying love is equivalent to betraying life itself, and is as sinful as murder."

"Even though times have changed, I can't trust the promises of a man who likes two girls. So—"

But at this moment, the elf girl, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly took Roy's hand and said loudly: "I believe it!"

She looked straight into Jantia's stunned eyes and said firmly, "I believe Roy!"

"Besides, Roy has never betrayed me. I was the one who disturbed him first." At this point, Nia's eyes dimmed and she forced a wry smile: "So, I'm satisfied that he can accept me."

Upon hearing this, Janetia's expression became complicated.

On one hand, there is the traditional concept of the descendants of elves, and on the other hand, there is the wish for her daughter's happiness. Janetia struggled for a long time between the two. In the end, her eyes fell on the tightly clasped hands of the boy and girl.

She originally wanted to put pressure on Roy for Nia and ask him to give up Princess Lionheart.

But since Nia has made her own choice, she can only respect it.

Janetia rubbed her eyebrows and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, it's up to you."

Before Roy could be happy, he saw the other party warn him with a stern face: "But if you let her down..."

"Absolutely impossible." The boy replied seriously.

The chief of the Emerald Council snorted coldly and remained silent.

Roy had no complaints about this. Getting this traditional woman to not object was already the best result he could get.

As the other party said, words are ultimately pale. Only time will tell.

"Let's stop talking about love affairs and get down to business." With a wave of her hand, Janetia produced a bottle of scarlet liquid from the void.

When she looked at him again, Jantia's expression was much softer than before.

"That's one thing for another. Putting aside your problematic behavior, it was thanks to you and Nia working hand in hand that we were able to defeat [Withering]. Plus, you're the son of an old friend of mine, and I've never given you a gift before, so consider this potion a token of my appreciation."

Roy looked strange, hesitant to speak: "Thank you, Chief, but this potion..."

Magical potions were crucial to the cultivation of transcendent beings, and were considered the most important core resource for any faction, holding top secrets. Even the king of a nation had no right to forcibly seize the potion formulas of his subordinate nobles.

In theory, this is a generous gift.

But Roy would really thank him.