: It would be a miracle if anything were to succeed.

"Owner!"

Before Rogge could even get close, a figure at the round table had already pounced over.

However, Shulan reacted faster, instantly appearing in front of Rogge and blocking the figure.

"Can't."

"You stinking fox, why are you stopping me? What do you mean by this?"

"We must not let dangerous individuals get close to His Highness."

"Where am I in danger?"

"Whether it's teeth or claws, horns or tail, including their huge, obese bodies, they are all dangerous."

"Where am I fat? I think you're the one who's in danger!"

"..."

Looking at the two people staring at each other in front of him, Roger felt a strange sense of nostalgia.

The woman being stopped by Shulan was tall.

It has fiery red hair, a pair of curved horns on its head, and a constantly swaying lizard tail behind it.

She is one of the four alien executives of Rogue, the dragon girl Jisha.

The reason for this nostalgia is probably because, in his predetermined fate, Rogue witnessed the other party go completely berserk and transform into a dragon in order to save him, ultimately being defeated by the human race and becoming a feat that the human race boasts about.

"It's so noisy! I've had enough of you women! If another one comes, I'll be driven crazy!"

At that moment, a furious curse came from the round table.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a man with a scar above his left eye, gray wolf ears, and a wolf tail was cursing and swearing.

He is one of the four alien executives of the Rogue faction, the werewolf Wolf.

Having spent years struggling at the bottom of society, he naturally possessed a roguish charm.

Upon hearing his words, Ji Xia immediately became furious.

She walked directly to Wolf and glared at him fiercely.

"What are you talking about? If you've got the guts, come outside and fight me one-on-one. I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"I'm a wolf, not a dog!"

Wolf roared.

"Aren't you young people taking things too lightly and lacking any sense of crisis?"

In the corner of the round table, an elderly man in a tailcoat sat in the shadows.

He swirled the wine glass filled with red liquid in his hand and spoke in a sinister, low voice.

"This is a place to discuss matters of life and death for our race, not a place for you to fight over trivial matters."

He is the last of the four alien officers in Rogge's army, the vampire Goode.

"Stop pretending. You're just swaying around while drinking juice. What are you trying to prove?"

When Wolf is enraged, he's like a mad dog, biting anyone he sees.

"That's why young people these days have limited experience."

Goode shook his head with a look of disappointment and said slowly.

"This is carrot juice, not fruit juice. I shook it to prevent the residue from settling. Now that I'm older and my eyesight isn't good, I should drink more carrot juice to protect my vision and prevent falling at night because I can't see clearly."

The vampires of this world should actually be called the bat race.

There are many kinds of bats, and Goode belongs to the fruit bat family.

It does not suck blood.

After actually meeting these four key officials, Rogge suddenly had an epiphany.

As expected of a lighthearted and enjoyable fantasy school-themed script where only the villains suffer setbacks.

No wonder I, the villain, am destined to fail all the way through my life.

He was an incompetent leader to begin with, and his subordinates couldn't stand each other. They were all unreliable. It would be a miracle if anything got done under his leadership.

The only one I can really rely on is probably Shulan.

Roger glanced at Shulan, who was elegant and poised.

Shulan was the one who stayed with him until the end.

It was only after Shulan's death that he made a desperate gamble and launched a suicide attack against the human race.

"Please observe proper etiquette and remain quiet in His Highness's presence."

Shulan stepped forward and stopped the other three from arguing.

……

With Rogge seated, the weekly roundtable meeting officially began.

As is customary, Rogge spoke first.

"Let's all share our progress."

"My Wolf Gang is still expanding. Just yesterday, I led my brothers to tear apart and swallow up the Red Belt Gang next door."

Wolf grinned maliciously.

He took the grassroots approach, recruiting street thugs as his underlings, turning them into gang leaders, and ordering them to gather intelligence so that they could be used to incite grassroots uprisings in the future.

"I've been secretly monitoring the royal family members and the Church of Truth. I recently discovered that they seem to be hunting down someone. I suspect it's one of our alien brethren, but unfortunately, with that Chief Inquisitor around, I dare not get close."

Goode's face was gloomy, and a sharp glint flashed in his wine-red eyes.

With his stealthy movements and ability to fly, he is best suited to monitor the actions of humans.

Relying on this talent, he evaded countless pursuits and witnessed the tragic fates of countless alien races.

"There's no doubt they're capturing Lord Crimson Phoenix."

Shulan spoke calmly.

He paused, then added.

"This is information I obtained from the palace as the Second Princess's etiquette teacher."

After learning that Rogge was preparing to infiltrate the Royal Academy, Shulan began to plot to get close to the Second Princess. She has now successfully infiltrated the Second Princess and become her close friend and mentor.

"It's actually Lord Crimson Phoenix!"

Apart from Rogge, the others were somewhat surprised to hear this.

Especially Ji Xia.

Chi Huang has always been secretly helping and saving alien races, and Ji Xia was also rescued by Chi Huang when she was young.

"We must go and help Lord Red Phoenix!"

Ji Xia was the first to slam her hand on the table and stand up to speak.

"But this could be a trap."

Shulan calmly offered a reminder.

"Whether it's a trap or not, we still have to go and rescue her, right? Lady Crimson Phoenix is ​​incredibly powerful; wouldn't it be great if we could have her join our plan?"

Wolf smacked his lips.

"Based on my observations, Lord Chihuang's situation seems to be quite dire. The judges of the Truth Cult and the Imperial Guards are all present. If we go to help, we might end up getting ourselves killed."

Good shook his head.

Two agreed, two disagreed.

So all four of them turned their attention to Roger, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Owner……"

"Your Highness..."

"..."

Roger, holding the script, knew better than anyone else.

This is a trap.

The judges and the Imperial Guards deliberately allowed Chi Huang to escape, with the aim of luring out more alien races so that they could wipe them out completely.

Faced with his predetermined fate, Rogge single-mindedly chose to save all the aliens.

Instead, they fell into a trap set by the enemy.

Not only did Chi Huang fail to save them, but he also nearly lost himself and his subordinates, exposing the fact that the descendants of the Sin Clan were hiding in the capital of the Holy Emperor Kingdom.

This foreshadowed the later revelation of his identity.

and so.

"Then let's go."

Rogge cut off the railway with a resolute stance.

There's nothing to hesitate about.

"I am a descendant of sinful blood, the heir to the sinful king of another race. Perhaps I am not yet qualified to be king, but if I cannot even save a single comrade, what else is there to talk about!"

Since we've already decided to follow the script to the end, let's just go all the way and make it a perfect ending.

A failed avenger?

nonexistent.

He won't give up so easily.

He wants to burn this broken body and overturn the whole world.

As the heir to the throne of the Sin King from another race, Rogue was consumed by rage at the suffering of his fellow tribesmen and resolved to save each and every one of them.

[Objective: Lead your subordinates to rescue the Crimson Phoenix from her perilous situation.]

[Reward: Improved reputation for dying due to one's Sinful Clan identity; increased chance of finding the Sinful Demon Sword.]

[Punishment: The evaluation for dying because of one's Sinful Clan identity is lowered, and the likelihood of finding the Sinful Demon Sword is reduced.]

My hand burns like a blazing fire, it cries out to me to seize victory! —The King of Hearts