Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

Chapter 155 This is Anthony Von Valeriano

Ezequiel smiled as he gazed at the girl, feeling the excitement growing inside him every time he saw her. She was extraordinarily beautiful, and her mere presence filled him with enthusiasm. However, the girl looked at him with cold eyes, her expression distant and uninterested.

Determined not to let her go, Ezequiel reached out his hand to try to take hers. But before he could do so, the girl's hand disappeared in a sudden flash. Ezequiel slightly widened his eyes, surprised by the swiftness of her reaction. Looking at the girl, he heard her cold and disdainful voice, "Don't touch me!" Her tone was laden with contempt and disgust towards Ezequiel.

A wave of anger began to grow inside Ezequiel. No one, let alone a girl, had dared to speak to him in that manner before. He had great self-confidence, especially with girls, and from the moment he had seen this girl, he had wished for her to feel the same about him. But now, realizing that she showed no interest in him whatsoever, he felt frustrated.

He felt all the gazes of his first-year students fixed on him, and some even started whispering among themselves. More and more curious people began to gather to watch the spectacle.

The girl began to walk, and Ezequiel tried again to grab her hand, but before he could do so...

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Ezequiel barely had time to react to the sudden attack. He quickly moved his arm backward and watched in disbelief as a seemingly ordinary sword was stuck in the ground, creating a small crater. "What a pity, a little more and I would have cut off your arm," a extremely cold voice resonated on his right side.

With swift footwork, Ezequiel positioned himself quickly at a safe distance, observing a boy with white hair and red eyes who looked at him as if he were about to kill him. Sensing the intense murderous intent emanating from the boy, Ezequiel drew a lance in response. However, his eyes widened as he saw the boy firmly grasp the girl's waist.

She even smiled sweetly and spoke with a soft and loving voice, "Darling, I missed you so much." The girl's voice was so different from the cold one he had heard before. The boy's eyes changed upon meeting the girl's gaze, and suddenly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

With a quick and determined movement, the boy captured the girl's lips in a passionate kiss, while his hands descended to firmly grasp her buttocks.

"Wow, now that's a real man," murmured the girl with purple hair and eyes of the same shade, shining with envy as she watched Anthony holding the girl tightly in his arms. She also longed to experience something like that, wishing to feel that same intensity in a relationship.

Her eyes never stopped following Anthony's back as he walked away. Of course, she knew him, but in a different way. Now she was surprised by his sudden change in personality and the oppressive aura surrounding him. He had become incredibly strong in a short time, and the girl couldn't help but notice how he had also become extremely handsome and attractive.

Ezequiel had a somber expression as he watched the boy with white hair. All eyes were on him, and some even chuckled. He had never felt so humiliated before. He could clearly perceive that the boy's attack was meant to cut off his arm without any hesitation. Despite his own strength, Ezequiel realized that this young man was truly powerful.

He watched as the couple walked away from the scene amid laughter and caresses, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. After a few seconds, he turned his gaze to the girl beside him, who seemed lost in her thoughts. "Do you know who that boy was?" he asked seriously.

The girl snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Ezequiel as if he were a strange creature. "He's Anthony Von Valeriano," she said with an enigmatic smile. After uttering those words, she disappeared again, leaving Ezequiel alone with his thoughts.

Recalling the girl's words, Ezequiel felt determined. This wouldn't be the end of it. He recognized that Anthony was of noble blood, and seeing how he treated the girl, it was evident that they were a couple. A frown appeared on Ezequiel's face as he considered this possibility. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he decided to leave the matter for now and return to the interior of the academy.

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"Thank you for taking care of the annoying fly, darling," murmured Lysandra as she squirmed in Anthony's embrace. She was extremely happy at that moment. Since she had separated from her man, she had felt lonely and bored. Moreover, all those annoying looks only worsened her mood. But remembering the look of that boy, her gaze turned cold.

However, feeling Anthony's hands on her cheeks and seeing him smile, her cheeks flushed, and she momentarily forgot her anger. Anthony captured her lips again in a kiss, and Lysandra felt her tongue intertwine with his. A shiver ran through her body as she let herself be carried away by the pleasure of the moment, even feeling extremely hot as Anthony's hands roamed all over her body.

After a few minutes of intimacy, Lysandra asked timidly, "When will we do it?" Anthony smiled, but his gaze turned fierce as he looked at her. "Don't worry, the day will come, and we will definitely devour each other every day from then on," he replied with a mixture of desire as he looked at his wife's curvaceous body.

Without wasting time, Anthony picked up Lysandra in his arms and placed her on top of him, giving her a playful slap on the buttocks. A cute moan escaped from Lysandra's lips, followed by a playful laugh as they enjoyed together.

Anthony felt that since he awakened his bloodline, he became much bolder with Lysandra, but at the same time, he became more protective and obsessive towards her. However, seeing how much she liked his attitude, he allowed himself to act that way without restrictions.

But when he remembered how Ezequiel had tried to touch his wife, his eyes turned cold, and his expression hardened. If he weren't at the academy, he wouldn't have hesitated to deal with the protagonist of the story, regardless of the consequences. But he had to restrain himself. He didn't want to cause more trouble for his father. Nobody touched his wife!

He held Lysandra even tighter in his arms, his hands firmly grasping her beautiful curves.