As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine - As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine chapter 33

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As soon as Roy stepped out of the room, Karl embraced him, bloodstains and all.

Despite the many questions in Roy’s mind, he couldn’t bring himself to ask any at that moment.

Dr. An settled Alice, cleaned her up simply, and dressed her in clean clothes, after which Roy finally sat down at the dining table.

The digestion of the magic potion left him exhausted, draining all the energy from his body, making Roy feel like he could eat a whole cow.

After polishing off a plate of salad, two plates of steak, and three plates of baked chicken legs, Roy finally wiped his mouth contentedly.

“Congratulations, my child, from now on you are a transcendent,” Carl raised his glass, his tone serious, filled with pride and arrogance, yet not without guilt.

“Thank you,” Roy raised his glass and gently clinked it with his father’s.

With a gulp of red wine, Carl finally broached the topic Roy was most eager to hear: “I know what you want to ask.”

Through the panel, Roy had already confirmed that the [Ironblood] potion was fine.

But Roy didn’t believe Carl hadn’t anticipated today’s anomaly.

Otherwise, why did no one come when Alice cried for help?

However, it was certain that Carl bore no malice towards him; if the other party really wanted to harm him, there were plenty of ways. Precisely because of this, Roy was even more puzzled about the reasons behind it all.

Roy was drafting in his mind, thinking about how to politely inquire about all this, when Carl said, “But I can’t tell you too much.”

Roy couldn’t help but press: “Father, I understand you have some unspeakable secret, but couldn’t you at least warn me of danger in advance?”

If you had given me a heads-up, I wouldn’t have been so complacent, I would have maxed out the auxiliary tools!

Such an important matter, not mentioned, aren’t you afraid your son will die suddenly?

However, Carl gave a thought-provoking reply: “Telling you in advance what would happen tonight would have harmed you instead.”

“This…”

“They, do not like those with ulterior motives.”

A short sentence, yet it sent a chill down Roy’s spine.

It might have been an illusion, but the magic candles around seemed to be blown by a cold wind, dimming for a moment.

Roy understood, Carl used the word ‘They’.

And it was ‘They’?!

Wait, wait a minute!

In Vesea, the orthodox true god is only the Holy Light Goddess worshipped by the Holy Light Church, right?

The others referred to as ‘They’ are those abominable beings worshipped by the cults, right?!

Dad, you’re a marquis with strong power and no worries about food and clothing, what made you want to deal with the evil gods?!

But this does bring the plot of “Angel’s Waltz” full circle.

I wondered how ‘Evil Young Roy’ got involved with the cult, turns out it was dirty right here with dad!

With a heart full of retorts, Roy didn’t dare to speak directly: “Father, isn’t it bad to deal with those evil beings?”

“Have you misunderstood something?” Carl seemed puzzled.

Roy mustered his courage and asked: “Aren’t you dealing with the evil gods…”

“Ah?”

“Mm?”

Father and son exchanged glances, both dumbfounded.

“What nonsense are you spouting? To truly deal with a malevolent god, a single gaze would cause your flesh to rot and your soul to shatter! How could I possibly let you deal with those beasts!” Karl raised his voice, eyes bulging, as he explained in a panic, uncharacteristically losing his composure.

Seeing the way he spoke of the malevolent gods, as if he wished to grind them to dust, Roy actually felt relieved.

Thank goodness, his father was clean.

But this made it even less clear how ‘Bad Boy Roy’ had managed to connect with the malevolent gods.

Karl massaged his forehead, calming his emotions, before he looked back up: “They are not evil, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t dangerous, as you’ve surely experienced.”

Roy, who had nearly perished, understood this all too well.

But this only deepened her confusion: “Who exactly are they? If not goddesses, nor malevolent gods, then what are they…”

Karl’s gaze grew dark.

“Demigods.”

“Demigods?!”

Roy’s first reaction was disbelief.

The power of gods is supreme, whether at the top of the hierarchy or within the Holy Light Church, one can only glimpse a fraction.

Humans, after all, cannot touch the power of gods. Even if the deities bestow their grace, it comes at a great cost to mankind.

Karl knew of Roy’s doubts and continued to explain: “Humans cannot touch divine power, but those ancient races are not so limited.”

Ancient races…

The first three eras did not belong to humans, but to dragons, elves, wizards, and other such beings.

They were far stronger than humans, born with extraordinary powers, unconstrained by sky or sea, possessing strength and wisdom far beyond mankind.

If it were them, indeed, they might have the potential to touch divine power.

These glorious civilizations, ultimately, faded into the dust of history.

“Could there still be traces of these ancient beings?”

“No, what you communicated with are not the existing different kinds. They are beings neither alive nor dead. Once touched by divine power, they are demigods!”

“In your ascension, you established a connection with them.”

“Father, can you do the same?”

Karl shook his head helplessly, his eyes dim, lost in memories: “How could I? This power belongs only to you, and to your mother.”

And Roy’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

‘Angel’s Waltz’ never mentioned ‘Bad Boy Roy’s’ mother, who would have thought he had such a hidden ace up his sleeve?

Demigods, they too are gods!

In Viseria, divine power reigns supreme. Even a sliver of borrowed divine power is a dimensional strike against others!

Of course, dealing with gods is inherently dangerous. These demigods aren’t as perilous as the evil gods, but Roy has personally experienced how terrifying their murmurs and gazes can be.

But that’s because his own rank is low.

As long as he raises his rank, he’ll one day bear more divine power, and perhaps even wine and dine with the demigods as brothers!

Family, it’s exhilarating!

Now, Roy finally understands Karl’s predicament.

The reason for not allowing other transcendents into the room is probably to avoid displeasing them with excess transcendent power. And Alice’s holy light power has helped him neutralize the surplus demigod power.

It seems their status is still not as high as the Goddess of Holy Light.

But Roy isn’t worried, for the Goddess of Holy Light’s own daughter is none other than his maid!

To wield the power of a demigod while nurturing Alice.

Double the joy!

This move, this move places him above all! In the future, the only one stronger than himself will be his little maid!

“How can I enhance this power?!” Roy asks excitedly.

However, Karl’s words douse all of Roy’s fantasies like a bucket of cold water.

“I don’t know.”

“???”

“That’s your mother’s power. She told me to let you inherit it, but didn’t share more details. Everything is up to you to figure out.”

Ah, this…

Roy feels momentarily disheartened, but quickly rallies his spirits.

Having something is better than nothing, and this is still a beautiful thing.

He has all the time in the world to explore slowly. As the son of a marquis, just the “Iron Blood” alone is enough for his self-protection.

“Let’s end this topic here. You are now a transcendent, effectively becoming my heir.”

Karl lifts his head, showing a hint of the affection and encouragement unique to elders: “It’s time to show you the world.”