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

Lyanna was born into the prestigious Cassandra family of the Purple School of Magic, and lived an ordinary and happy life. Until one day, the current head of the family, Dia Cassandra, appeared, murdered her father, married Lyanna's mother, and took control of the Purple School of Magic.

Lyanna, who had escaped by chance, had to take refuge in the discriminated path of the black magician in order to rescue her mother and take back everything that belonged to her.

These are all stories that have already been written in the original work.

However, hearing Lyanna say it herself still made people feel a little distressed.

Before he knew it, Roy had finished the wine in his hand even though he clearly didn't like it.

After pouring out this somewhat bitter past, Lyanna turned her head and sighed softly.

"Sorry, I talked about some unpleasant topics."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Even to Claire, Lyanna never said this.

In fact, Lyanna originally just wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol and didn't want to reveal everything.

"Why, why..." Lyanna murmured self-deprecatingly, "Maybe it's because, besides you, I don't know who else I can talk to about this."

"You must think I'm ridiculous. I've saved my life, but I'm unwilling to sink into oblivion. In pursuit of power, I have no choice but to dabble in the blood of the demons. Thinking about it this way, I'm no different from those cultists who pursue power at all costs..."

Dark magic will not have a good end. So Lyanna had already made up her mind, otherwise she would not have persisted on the path of dark magic until now, from having nothing to now, finally having the power to save her mother.

She never thought of giving up, and had long regarded life as nothing.

She didn't even expect the world to understand the meaning of her sacrifice.

However, occasionally, she couldn't help feeling a little tired and wanted to seek a brief respite on this depressing and almost suffocating road.

But at this moment, the boy's whisper was heard from the side.

"I don't think it's funny."

Lyanna was slightly startled and turned her head back blankly.

The black-haired boy looked directly into her eyes and said word by word, "Besides, you are different from the cultists."

"Isn't it natural to seek power to avenge one's enemies and rescue one's loved ones? How can one be compared to those lunatics?"

Having said that, Roy couldn't help but clench his fists, and an unbearable torrent surged through his chest.

Just like Lyanna's desire to take back everything and rescue her mother requires strength, she also bears the fate of being hunted by cultists, and has to need strength to protect herself and those around her.

How could he not understand Lyanna's choice?

Under the cruel fate, for the sake of power, sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to seize the only choice.

If I were in Lyanna's shoes, I would definitely make the same decision.

However, I met Alice, Charlotte, and Nia, and no matter how much blood and thorns there are, I can move forward with their support.

But Lyanna has come this far alone.

Given enough time, Lyanna could have destroyed Marvin Cassandra.

But the pain of being hurt by Marvin is not so easy to heal.

So even though he helped her force Marvin back, Lyanna's sorrow was not completely dispelled.

Thinking of this, Roy straightened his expression and turned his affirmation into words: "So, senior sister, your choice is not ridiculous at all!"

"Those high-handed guys have no right to judge you. There's nothing wrong with your choice! Rather, I think you're amazing!"

Chapter 96 Good Night

Looking at her own stunned reflection in the boy's dark eyes, Lyanna couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

This was the first time someone affirmed everything she did, instead of spitting and mocking her, fearing and suspecting her.

Lyanna had long been accustomed to being a witch and practicing black magic, and endured all of this silently, using a playful smile and cruel means to conceal her true feelings.

But today, she didn't want to do that anymore.

Warm and hot thoughts surged in his mind, and the boy's figure seemed a little blurred.

Perhaps this was just an illusion caused by alcohol, or perhaps the boy in front of her was not sincere, but even so, Lyanna did not want to miss this moment and no longer feel lonely.

"Are you serious? I'm a bad woman who wants to take advantage of you." Lyanna covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, but her shaken eyes no longer had the usual lingering charm.

"How dare you say that?" Roy muttered speechlessly, but then chuckled and said, "But even so, you didn't abandon me at the auction, did you?"

Roy shook his empty wine glass and said jokingly, "Although she's a bad woman, she's still pretty good as a senior."

Lyanna's cheeks flushed, and she was now glad that she had drunk some wine, so the boy didn't notice her.

"Junior, you are so brave."

"I'm just telling the truth." Roy suddenly felt that his words were a little ambiguous. He glanced away and added, "I just don't want to see you look sad."

However, these words made Lyanna's heart tremble again.

In the dim light, the brown-haired girl's mouth curved into a charming arc: "Do you know what happens when you say something like that to a girl?"

“What’s going on…?!”

The boy's words stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank slightly, and even his breathing stagnated due to panic.

Because Lyanna has answered with her actions.

A faint and graceful figure, like a willow tree blown by the west wind, rushed straight in front of him.

There was no way to retreat behind Roy, and Lyanna had already supported herself on the edge of the sofa with one hand, and most of her body was pressed in front of him.

The curly brown hair fell slightly, not like the coffee scent of the past, but the sour and sweet scent of gentian mixed with fruits, like those gorgeous wines, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Roy was numb.

He had spoken half sincerely. He really didn't want to see that graceful, charming, and affectionate girl gloomy.

But the other half was that he didn't want to be pressed on the bed like a fluff ball by the drunk and wanton Lyanna!

But what is the situation now?

At this moment, Lyanna's face was flushed, and she kept breathing out sweet and intoxicating breaths. Her beautifully shaped chest was slightly rising and falling.

And those moist purple eyes exuded an unprecedented hazy emotion.

"Senior, wait...!"

Seeing the girl open her lips and move towards him, Roy was so shocked that he almost cried out.

What to do if a drunk schoolgirl suddenly attacks you? Waiting online, urgent!

However, contrary to Roy's expectations, the snake-like beauty did not bare her fangs at him, but collapsed limply into his arms, whimpering.

"My junior... there are two..."

Did he drink too much?!

Inexplicably cute...

The crisis was over, and Roy breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt a little amused and helpless when he saw the girl collapsed in his arms.

It seems that I can't bring her back to the college.

There was no way he could get past the security guard with a drunk senior schoolmate, not to mention that it would definitely become big news that would shock the entire academy the next day.

Thinking of this, Roy had no choice but to lift up Lyanna's arm and said, "Senior, let me take you upstairs."

This kind of high-end bar has accommodation rooms.

When checking in, Roy was extremely embarrassed by the look on the front desk clerk's face, as if he was looking at a scumbag who had gotten a decent girl drunk.

Oddly enough, Lyanna walked quite steadily despite being drunk and weak, so Roy didn't have to spend too much time getting her to her room.

Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief after putting Lyanna on the bed.

"Senior sister, you should also rest early. I will go back first."

Roy was about to turn around when he suddenly felt a hand grab his clothes tightly.

Looking back, I saw the girl's eyes blurred and charming under her messy long hair: "Don't go..."

Roy thought he had misheard: "Senior sister?"

"Don't leave, stay with me for one night."

Lyanna seemed to have sobered up a little, but not much. Otherwise, why would her face still be flushed, and why would she say such provocative words.

Sensing the boy's embarrassment, Lyanna had to hold him tighter and explained, "I know what you're worried about, so I won't do anything to embarrass you. I just want you to stay with me..."

"Just for one night, okay?"

The girl's purple eyes were filled with moonlight, as if they were about to flow out in the next second.

Seeing the witch, who was usually so playful and calm, with such a vulnerable look in her eyes, Roy's heart trembled violently for a moment.

After a while, he slowly sighed: "Just this one night."

"Also, if you dare to touch me, I will leave immediately."

Lyanna finally smiled again: "Okay."

"I won't do anything. But if you want to do something to me..."

Roy ignored her and fell asleep.

Not long after, I heard the rustling sound of people changing clothes, followed by the sound of almost imperceptible footsteps on the plush carpet, and finally, the sound of water splashing and the soothing sound that was almost soft and ecstatic.

Finally, Lyanna returned to bed.

"Good night."

After a simple greeting, the room fell silent, leaving only the soft mosquito-like humming of the girl beside the pillow.

After several minutes, Roy opened his eyes in confusion.

This guy really didn't do anything.

Fortunately, it seems that she won't get drunk and crazy like in the original work.

As far as he could remember, Roy had never seen Lyanna sleeping, whether in the original work or in this life of Viszea.

Now seeing Lyanna with a peaceful face, as calm as still water, and her hair scattered like Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, Roy felt refreshed, but also a little distressed.

Because a ray of moonlight passed across the face that was as flawless and beautiful as the night.

In the original work, when asked by Alice why she liked to drink coffee, Lyanna smiled and said that she didn't like to go to bed early.

Thinking about it now, that was probably just an excuse. Haunted by past nightmares and tormented by the side effects of her bloodline, Lyanna must have rarely had the chance to sleep peacefully like she did now.

Roy reached out and wiped the sparkle from the corners of the girl's eyes.

There is one thing he hasn't said yet.

"Good night."

After a while, when Roy's breathing gradually stabilized, Sleeping Beauty slowly opened her eyes.

Chapter 97 Quiet Night

Extraordinary people are not easily drunk, especially after a simple bath, that amount of alcohol would have been diluted long ago.

However, there was still a faint blush on Lyanna's face, and her purple eyes were still a little blurry as she looked at the boy.

Even for her, it would be impossible not to be nervous when sleeping with a man of the same age.

Besides, he was the man she wanted.

Lyanna raised herself slightly and slowly extended her hand to the young man beside her.

Now, perhaps I can do whatever I want to the boy.

But thinking of the boy's undisguised rejection of her that night after the auction, Lyanna finally stopped the offensive action and grabbed Roy's sleeve instead.

She must keep her promise.

This was the closest Roy would allow.

Lyanna once wanted to snatch the boy in front of her from other girls at all costs and make him her own. She even fantasized about using force, charm, and even dirty means to imprison him, and then train him bit by bit to make him her own.

At that time, Lyanna couldn't even explain why she wanted Roy, she just wanted him.