I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 676

Chapter 57: Alice is Forever the Master’s Alice

Iron Blood Ridge, facing a swarm of interviewers, the head maid of the Ainbrad household, Anya, was feeling quite emotional.

“On that fateful night, the young master met Alice. That once mischievous young master, just one look, and his heart trembled, moved by the pure and beautiful soul of the girl. He vowed to turn over a new leaf…”

“To be fair, Lady Alice has indeed been mentioning Lord Roy’s name non-stop!”

“Exclusive news! Absolutely true! Alice has been living with Roy since the start of school!”

“Shocking! According to reliable sources, earlier this year, a girl suspected to be Alice danced the night away with Roy at a fire festival in the Golden Sands Kingdom!”

Such promotions were incessantly heard, spreading alongside the news of Alice’s candidacy as a saint, reaching every corner of the world.

What was originally criticism of Roy had unknowingly shifted, turning into a tale of lovers banding together against the bad guys of the Eastern Continent, blessed by the goddess to become a couple.

Thinking about it, they really are a match made in heaven. Once master and maid, now classmates living together, and now candidates for saint and saint’s knight; who could challenge their tale?

The followers of Holy Light in the Western Continent were ultimately a minority; while they revered the saints, they weren’t delusional enough to imagine them as couples going crazy.

So now, when people talked about Roy, they might still toss out a couple of “lucky bastard” comments, but in the end, they’d clink glasses with a bittersweet smile, ending with a toast of “may their happiness last.”

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In White Harbor, Alice’s reputation had reached its peak.

The voices opposing Alice in the upper echelons of White Harbor had vanished without a trace.

The public genuinely revered Alice as the saint candidate of White Harbor.

Since the preliminary stages concluded, the little maid’s life had undergone a remarkable transformation.

Going out freely had become impossible; before she could even step outside, thousands of citizens and high-ranking figures would swarm the church, eager to catch a glimpse of her.

At this moment, Alice was no longer an obscure maid. While enjoying the power of the church, she naturally bore the corresponding responsibilities, having to dedicate a large amount of time to addressing visits from nobles and the public.

Roy and Teresa worked overtime to catch Alice up on studies, ensuring the little maid wouldn’t mess up in public.

Most of the time, Alice performed even better than they expected.

Unassuming yet polite, well-spoken and elegantly serene.

The only flaw was that the girl lacked varied tones and had a slightly indifferent expression.

Neither bold nor approachable.

But no one expected Alice’s cool demeanor to actually become a selling point, with her supporters viewing it as a facial expression befitting an angel.

Isn’t the goddess’s statue bland and colorless too?

Our Lady Alice totally embodies the goddess’s aura; they’re practically cut from the same mold!

Hearing such high-emotion explanations nearly made Roy crack up on stage.

Both the little maid and the goddess’s statue exhibit a lack of expression, so how is that a perfect match?

Is this the filter of the believers? Love it!

Most of the time, Alice’s performance was flawless, completely unlike the typical maid panicking in grand occasions; she was composed and even had a bit of Roy’s shadow.

Only on very rare occasions did the little maid drop the ball.

“Lady Alice, what kind of relationship do you have with your saint’s knight?!”

“!”

“How do you view Roy Ainbrad?”

“I heard you two met each other a long time ago and even lived together at the academy. Is that true?!”

As Roy and Alice’s rumors continued to heat up, similar questions began to increase during public appearances.

Only then would Alice tense up, looking a bit flustered and bubbling with indignation.

“Uh, for Alice, the master, …!”

Roy, terrified that her heart might stop, quickly pinched the little maid from behind to prevent her from saying those two words.

Roy stepped in to clarify, “Rest assured, everyone, those rumors are not credible. My relationship with Alice is as pure as Holy Light!”

The audience wouldn’t let up: “May I ask which rumors Lord Roy is referring to?!”

Hey, so you’re still not finished, huh?!

Even with Roy stepping in, he had to exert himself to barely handle the tenacious crowd digging for gossip.

At the end of a busy day, even Roy, who had gotten used to noble socializing, felt completely worn out.

Once back in his room, he collapsed onto the bed, drained.

Alice looked similarly fatigued, yawning a little as she curled up on the sofa, lazily rubbing her eyes.

“It must be tough, right? Becoming saint candidate isn’t all bliss,” Roy chuckled.

“I’m fine; this level of difficulty is nothing,” Alice immediately straightened up, wearing a serious expression.

Roy propped himself up, a little helpless: “No need to be so tense around me.”

Coming to Alice’s side, Roy bent down, starting by helping her out of her high heels and unbinding her leg straps.

The young girl’s once snow-white thighs now showed an obvious mark from who knows when.

After that, Roy grasped the edge of her stockings, quickly liberating those delicate, sore legs and lovely bare feet from their confines.

Standing straight in public from morning till night and maintaining grace is quite a burden for a girl.

He often overheard complaints about it from Charlotte and the others.

Though Alice never complained, that didn’t mean he should overlook her fatigue.

Thinking of this, Roy skillfully cradled her soft bare foot, gently massaging the slightly flushed soles.

Even though this had become a routine over the past few days, Alice still felt embarrassed, dropping her gaze from Roy.

“Master, you don’t have to go out of your way to do this for Alice.”

“It’s you who shouldn’t be so concerned. Strictly speaking, you’re already a saint candidate now; I can’t treat you like a mere maid anymore.”

“Is that so?” Alice blinked, surprised.

“So, Alice is no longer the master’s maid…”

Though she was closer to her goal of becoming a saint, the thought of stepping away from her close connection with Roy brought a touch of sadness to Alice.

Even Alice didn’t notice her fair little toes curling slightly downward.

Roy noticed though; the little maid’s bare feet were like a puppy’s tail, unconsciously giving away her feelings contrary to her intentions.

Somehow, it was a bit adorable.

Roy comforted her, “Whether as a maid or as a saint, you’ll always be Alice to me.”

Alice’s eyes brightened, the elegant little foot also stretching out again.

She took a deep breath, gathered her courage and stated her feelings: “Hmm, whether as a maid or a saint, Alice will forever be the master’s Alice!”

Her clear words felt like the feathers of an angel, lightly landing on Roy’s heart, creating ripples of affection.

That night, as he gazed at the golden-haired girl sweetly sleeping beside him, Roy couldn’t help but break into a goofy grin, unable to fall asleep.