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Chapter 41: I Just Want to Be Friends with You

“Miss Oloria, please conduct yourself with dignity!”

Being scolded by someone of the opposite gender for the first time in my life, Oloria still wore her trademark smile.

She simply didn’t realize what was happening.

On the other hand, her servants looked like they had just swallowed a fly.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!”

“[Eye of Light] is the third chair of the Holy Knight Order, favored by the Holy Light. It’s an honor for you, as her guard, to even speak with her!”

Roy didn’t bother arguing with the guards—trying to reason with a barking lapdog was just wasting breath.

The right course of action was to teach their master a lesson.

“I’ll be straightforward, Miss Oloria. We’re not that close, and I don’t want to get close.”

“In my view, you lack any notable qualities worth my attention, yet you possess a kind of blind arrogance.”

“So, if you’d excuse me, I’ll take my leave.”

Basically, just plain and mediocre!

Relying on a little illusion magic, she thought she could toy with every guy around like she was any different from those rich spoiled girls Roy knew.

For people like her, the farther away, the better.

With that said, Roy ignored her sour expression and walked straight past her.

Oloria maintained her fake smile.

However, the glow in her eyes flickered, and she had visible veins on her forehead.

No one had ever dared to reject her like this. Especially not at a banquet, under the gaze of numerous onlookers.

Some couldn’t help but chuckle, amused at the high-and-mighty [Eye of Light] experiencing embarrassing failure in flirting.

This made the humiliation even more unbearable for Oloria.

The illusion had utterly failed.

Even so, she couldn’t comprehend why a mere marquis’s son would completely overlook her beauty and status!

“Hehe, very well. You’re the first man to insult me like this.”

Oloria covered her face and glared at the boy’s retreating figure, revealing a grin far from that of a candidate for a saint, “I’ve changed my mind, rude dog of a noble. I’ll start over and have fun playing with you until you break…”

Just as she said that, the air suddenly turned cold, chilling to the bone.

Out of nowhere, a silver-haired girl stood in front of her.

A saint candidate should be comparable to royalty.

The daughter of a duke in the empire shouldn’t be someone she’d worry about.

However, under the icy gaze, Oloria felt like a mouse under the watchful eye of a wolf, unable to stop shivering.

Simultaneously, a brown-haired witch strolled over from the other side.

“Looks like the [Eye of Light] from the Eastern Continent is quite uncultured in her casual face-offs against others.”

Oloria’s face changed color: “What did you say?”

Holding a champagne glass, Leanna smiled faintly, sneering, “Seems I wasn’t clear enough.”

In public, it was hard to voice anything inappropriate, but Leanna used lip movements to convey: “Give it up, Roy looks down on scum like you.”

“You…!”

Oloria trembled with fury.

But seeing a mid-tier extraordinary being of Sequence 5 and the chief mage of the dual school, she couldn’t muster her usual arrogance.

Damn, why do these people fancy Roy so much? What kind of relationship do they all have with him?!

After shaking off Oloria, Roy hurried towards Alice’s direction.

In the original story, depending on the plotline, Alice would be targeted by different antagonists.

Among them, Nia’s storyline leads her right into Oloria.

These saint candidates, as antagonists in the original work, were mostly unlikable.

And now that he’d run into Oloria, the character bothering Alice would be another troublesome figure.

Just as Roy had predicted, as he passed through the crowd, an unpleasant scene soon unfolded before him.

A flamboyant young man draped in white with golden edges pretended to walk past Alice, his wine glass wobbling, spilling a large splash of red wine all over Alice’s dress.

Smooth~

The [Flower Boy] whistled in his mind.

Having been with countless women, he could see at a glance that the cold and ethereal girl was of the type disinterested in others.

Unlike a high mountain flower, showcasing his qualities might charm her, but someone like Alice wouldn’t care about anyone outside her own vision.

But hey, if he couldn’t win her heart, stealing a kiss would be sufficient.

Casually spilling the drink, he leaned in to apologize and pretended to wipe it off, seizing the moment to forcibly claim a taste.

Whatever he could grab, he’d take, right?

However, this seemingly foolproof plan only succeeded halfway.

The red wine, landing perfectly at the angle Jay had calculated, stained the white stockings beneath Alice’s skirt.

“Sorry! Look at my clumsy hands, miss. How should I make amends…?”

Just as he expected, Alice momentarily froze, and Jay leaned in to wipe it away. But right as he was about to succeed, another hand shot out, gripping his wrist tightly.

“Mas… Roy?”

“Alice, step back.”

Seeing the black-haired boy come to the rescue, cutting off his intentions, Jay felt a rush of annoyance.

Still, he managed a weak smile: “I’m really sorry for troubling Miss Alice.”

“Mr. Roy, I just wanted to compensate Miss Alice, so there’s no need for you to be on edge.”

Roy smiled elegantly: “Mr. Jay is the one who needn’t be anxious.”

“Alice wouldn’t mind your rudeness. And I merely wanted to take this rare chance to befriend a saint candidate from the Eastern Continent.”

Roy released his grip, then extended his hand to Jay.

With the three gathered together, they attracted quite a bit of attention.

Jay found it difficult to act disrespectful in front of so many people, so he reluctantly returned the handshake.

The next moment, he felt as if his hand had been caught in a vice.

Seriously? Is this a joke? Are you three years old or something?

Only a little kid would use such childish methods for a covert showdown!

By the way, did you really think relying on [Iron Blood] would let you overwhelm me in strength?

Jay scoffed internally, secretly activating his extraordinary ability.

[Power Enhancement]!

Under the blessing of the Holy Light, he would briefly possess strength comparable to Sequence 6!

An invisible aura surged out from beneath both their feet.

However, Roy’s expression remained unchanged.

“Did Mr. Jay just do something?”

“No, I didn’t do anything…!”

A searing pain struck him, causing Jay to freeze in place.

Roy wore an indifferent expression, but his grip tightened.

[Power Enhancement]?

The [Evil Dragon Blood Armor] could elevate strength to the limits of Sequence 6, and Roy could also secretly activate [Frost Chill] for protection while unleashing [Flame of Embers].

What used to injure his body every time he used [Flame of Embers] was now just child’s play for him.

With a firm squeeze, Jay got to enjoy the kind of contact that felt like a hot iron!

“You…!”

Before Jay could utter a word, Roy increased the pressure, causing him to tremble all over.

In the air, a faint smell of something burning began to emerge.

And Roy’s smile remained as friendly as ever.

“Mr. Jay, really no need to be anxious. I just wanted to be friends with you.”