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 68

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Roy’s expression was as ugly as if he had just bitten into something foul.

How could he be sleeping soundly, only to suddenly be targeted by an ancient existence that had lived for who knows how many years?!

This era belongs to humans; those ancient monsters from before the epoch should all be dead!

For the first time, Roy felt that the world was far less safe than he had imagined. Even though he had heard about demons, magical beasts, and cults from Karl, those things felt as distant as the ‘wolf grandmother’ from his childhood.

Besides, if the sky were to fall, the older generation would hold it up. Even the most powerful demon couldn’t possibly cross the “Desolate Frontier Defense Line.”

But those ancient beings were different.

Dragons, elves, titans, liches… among these legendary creatures, there were those who had once become demi-gods, terrifying beings!

Being targeted by such entities, Roy doubted whether the older generation could save him.

Isn’t “Angel’s Waltz” just a yuri gal game? Aren’t the fantasy elements just an add-on? Why has the style suddenly become so terrifying?!

Roy was restless, unable to sleep any longer.

With no sleep and nothing to do, he wanted to scroll through something.

In this life without a smartphone, Roy simply played with his panel.

With this scroll, he realized something.

Although he had a bizarre nightmare, the panel did not display a “Contrary Fate Node.”

This meant there were two possibilities.

One, the nightmare posed no threat to him.

Two, the nightmare was a threat, but it wasn’t time yet.

Looking back at the past two “Contrary Fate Nodes,” Roy had always subconsciously thought they indicated the choice points of a villain facing a crisis in the original work.

This understanding wasn’t wrong, but now he felt that “Contrary Fate Nodes” were not limited to this.

If a great crisis were to come, the “Contrary Fate Node” should also appear—

Roy was not guessing wildly.

[Ironblood] It’s impossible to simply dream of ancient gods losing sanity; my nightmares must stem from [???], this hidden transcendent bloodline.

The panel can detect [???], it’s just that my sequence is too low, my authority insufficient, hence I cannot learn more.

Thus, be it the nightmares or the crises they foretell, they should all be within the panel’s calculations.

In short, it’s not that the panel isn’t powerful, but rather because my sequence is low.

Since the panel isn’t showing any nodes of fate reversal, it means there’s no need for urgency.

Rushing is futile.

In this day and age, he who panics first loses!

Just let it be!

Lie back!

Roy calms his mind, collapsing back onto the bed.

Then he gets up again.

Not because of his mindset, but because of his bladder.

What ancient gods or fate reversal, nothing is more urgent than the three urgencies.

The restroom is on the second floor, the same level as the bedroom.

After resolving his bladder issue, Roy was about to return to his room when he faintly heard a sigh.

Glancing up, he saw a sliver of light seeping from the door at the corner, conspicuous in the darkness.

That seemed to be his old man’s room.

The second round of dinner for adults had long been finished; what was his father doing up so late?

…Could it be?

Roy’s first thought went astray.

Damn, have I been reading too many comics?! How could I think such things about my father and—

He quickly pinched himself, dispelling the wicked thoughts in his head.

But he was still quite curious.

So, Roy quietly approached Carl’s room, pricking up his ears.

After all, Carl was a high-order transcendent, and just to be safe, Roy had also exchanged for an invisibility cloak from the store.

[Cloud Mist Cloak]

[Introduction]: A cloak made from the feathers of the White Mist Bird, once the coveted equipment of high-order assassins and killers of the Third Era. The White Mist Bird is now extinct.

[Effect]: The wearer can conceal their aura and sound, the lower the sequence, the better the effect.

[Price: 50 Favor Points]

Leaning in, he heard the deep male voice of Carl, and the rough, hoarse voice of Robert.

It’s great, and not that melodramatic medieval cuckoldry.

Roy let out a slight sigh of relief, but then felt something was amiss.

In the dead of night, isn’t it a bit improper for two grown men to share a room?!

Fortunately, their conversation was serious.

“…Robert, if you truly disagree with the children’s matter, I won’t insist. I just want to provide Roy with protection.”

Carl’s bitter and sincere words touched Roy.

So he supported his union with Charlotte, with such considerations in mind.

Regardless of what Carl was hiding, he was indeed concerned for his own safety.

“Cut the pretense! What kind of man do you take me for, one who doesn’t keep his word? No matter what becomes of them, the Lionheart Kingdom will always be the Ainsworth family’s support! That was my promise to Rolin back in the day!”

Robert had drunk a bit too much, but his slurred speech still carried conviction.

“However, there are things you should tell him. After all, he is Rolin’s child.”

Rolin?!

Roy was taken aback.

Rolin was Carl’s deceased wife and the ‘bad boy Roy’s’ mother. ‘The Angel’s Waltz’ also mentioned this name, but she had little presence.

Could there be some secret about this person?

If extraordinary bloodlines are inherited through lineage, and if “Ironblood” comes from Carl, then wouldn’t “???” come from Rolin?

But strangely, Roy couldn’t remember Rolin’s maiden name at all.

In his memory, Rolin’s only name was Rolin Ainsworth, after marrying into the Ainsworth family.

Something was off.

In today’s human world, nearly all extraordinary beings rely on family to continue their bloodlines, and the stronger the being, the wider their surname is known.

Even if the extraordinary system of the Eastern Continent slightly differs by incorporating faith into cultivation, it’s essentially still the power of bloodlines, and under the Holy Light Church, many Holy Light families still rule.

Judging by the authority of “???”, the bloodline rank must be high, so why hasn’t Rolin’s surname been passed down?

No, to begin with, Rolin shouldn’t have been weak, so why is there no record of her in history?

Was it deliberately concealed? And why?

The more Roy thought, the less he understood.

Regardless, all of this was related to Rolin.

And clearly, Robert and Carl knew something.

This made Roy pay even more attention to what Carl would say next.

“I know, I know, but… it’s not yet time. According to the ‘agreement,’ it’s not yet time to tell him.” Carl’s tone was low, filled with continuous sighs, seemingly quite conflicted.

Come on, what can’t be said directly?!

Roy felt his feet slip beneath him, nearly tumbling on the spot.

“Who?!”

Karl immediately looked up, shoving the door open with one hand.

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But where his gaze fell, there was no one, nor the breath of any living creature.

“…There are sentries hidden near the royal gardens; it’s impossible for someone to sneak in,” Robert, seated in his chair, frowned and sensed around, then burst into laughter.

In his view, Karl was just overthinking things.

To put it nicely, he was being thoughtful; less so, he was simply fretting needlessly.

Especially when it came to Roy, Karl’s worries were endless.

“That’s Rolin’s child, he won’t turn out bad! What’s there to worry about?!” Robert brought the conversation back, offering comfort.

Karl stared over gloomily, asking cautiously, “You think highly of him?”

“Hmph, not mentioning the past, even I can’t find fault with him now!” For someone with Robert’s temperament, this was high praise indeed.

Having just stepped into Sequence 9 and defeated his peer, Ryan, and managed to hunt the Thunder Mushroom Rabbit with Charlotte relying on just the two of them, Roy’s extraordinary potential was evident.

As for his character, Robert found it hard to fault as well.

Yet Karl suddenly attacked, “So you agree with his affair with Charlotte?”

“Agree… Agree my foot! Are you done with this nonsense?!”