I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Special

Special.

What does it mean to be special?

Alice didn’t get it, but inside she felt a wave of unbearable impulse.

“Master is special to me as well!”

Before she realized it, those words slipped out.

“Master is gentle and handsome, and he treats me so well. In short, what I want to say is…” Alice poured out her anxious, tingling feelings but didn’t know how to express them, her voice gradually trailing off.

The fluttering she felt was something she had never experienced before, and it was still too hard for Alice to understand at that moment.

In the end, she could only weakly glance at Roy again, repeating, “Master is also special to me.”

“Well, that’s quite an honor,” Roy said, grinning widely.

Even though he didn’t quite understand, it had to mean he was really important to Alice, right?

In the original work, Alice is a dense, direct girl, often frustrating those in the harem with her obliviousness.

The fact that she was willing to express her feelings towards him was already a big improvement for her.

Now, maybe ‘that thing’ could work!

“Alice, since you think I’m special, can I do something special for you?”

“Something special?” Alice tilted her head in confusion.

“Exactly! It’s a thing only two people who think each other is special can do!” Roy emphasized seriously.

Alice’s little head started a storm of thoughts.

From her experiences at the tavern, she remembered the special things between drunk men and women…

Holding hands, lips on lips.

Ah, but there were also guys who, when drunk, would bury their face in their partner’s chest or thigh.

Ugh, would she be able to do that?

Putting the thigh aside, maybe she could squeeze her chest a little.

No, since the Master made a request, as a maid, she must comply!

Alice’s gaze became resolute as she puffed up her meager chest, “Alice is already Master’s possession. Please feel free!”

“Well, I’ll take you up on that.”

Roy inhaled deeply, revealing a sly grin.

He had wanted to do this for a long time!

Roy reached out his mischievous hand toward the golden-haired little maid!

And it landed on the girl’s fluffy head.

“?”

Alice, who had expected a chest assault, was left confused.

But Roy was lost in his own world, immersed in that silky golden hair.

He finally got to caress the angelic golden locks he had dreamt of!

Alice’s hair was platinum, looking slightly white in the soft sunlight, shimmering with a dreamy quality. Pure, beautiful, almost ethereal.

The feel surpassed Roy’s imagination, it was smooth with a faint warmth, like a gentle stream—once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Master, is this really enough?” Alice asked with her eyes half-closed.

“Yeah, this is enough!”

What’s the point of this?

Alice didn’t quite understand, but seeing Roy beam with happiness made her stop asking questions, simply enjoying the tender caress at the top of her head.

It felt like her soul was being comforted by her Master.

Alice’s eyes softened as she subtly nudged against Roy’s palm.

This feeling wasn’t so bad.

【Favorability +1, +1, +1…】

Petting the angelic golden hair can raise favorability?!

Roy was lost in double the joy, getting more into it.

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Roy went through another peaceful day until tonight, when the Marquis’ residence was brightly lit.

This was because the true master of the Ai’nbrad family, the “Iron Blood” Marquis, Karl Ainbrad, was returning victorious today.

Speaking of Karl, he was a living legend.

Back when the dragons launched their invasion, the previous king lost his life, and the kingdom’s army faced a disastrous defeat against the mighty dragons, leaving the Lionheart Kingdom teetering on the brink of extinction.

It wasn’t until the prince at the time, Robert Reinhardt, sounded the call for a counterattack and rallied the remaining nobles to fight back.

And Karl Ainbrad was the first knight to respond to Robert’s call.

He was also the only one who survived the trials of blood and fire alongside Robert, facing the fire dragon at the “Flames of Wrath Battle.”

Such a great hero had humbly declined the title of Grand Duke and retreated to the borders. His noble character, seeking no fame, earned him the title of “Knight among Knights.”

To be honest, Roy didn’t have much emotional attachment to his father, but he did feel some respect.

Moreover, he had to navigate life as the son of the Marquis; no matter what, he needed to maintain a good relationship with Karl.

So tonight, Roy took the initiative to come to the Marquis’ residence, waiting for his father to return along with the other knights.

At some point, cheers from the distant town could be faintly heard.

Before long, a bright shooting star streaked across the night sky.

A gray griffin swooped down from the heavens, and the knights around Roy cast admiring glances toward it.

The knight on the griffin landed gracefully, exuding an aura of calm and elegance.

Karl was not particularly tall but was strong enough. Now in middle age, the corners of his eyes bore the marks of time, and his hair had started to gray, appearing a bit sparse.

However, his handsomeness had not diminished from his younger days.

Dressed in knightly armor, complete with a flashy cloak, he looked like a hero emerging from an adventurous epic.

It could be said that the ‘bad boy Roy’ inherited nothing but the looks.

They say men are like wine, improving with age, and even Roy had to admit that this was one handsome uncle.

“Father, welcome back. You must be tired from your journey.”

The handsome uncle seemed a bit surprised, his eyes twitching.

He couldn’t remember the last time Roy welcomed him like this.

“It’s nothing, just fulfilling a knight’s duty.”

“Looks like those border monsters were no match for you.”

“…”

Karl took a moment to process.

The “Iron Blood” Marquis, knight among knights, founding hero…

People often only saw these dazzling titles, unaware that Karl was just a poor, struggling father behind closed doors.

Karl’s wife had passed away young, and being overly devoted, he refused to seek new love, leaving only Roy as his child.

In essence, the Ainbrad lineage relied entirely on Roy.

And this son just happened to be a… useless bad boy.

If it was only one fault—lack of talent or poor character—it might’ve been manageable, but he ended up being cursed with both!

Of course, Karl owned that responsibility.

Despite the kingdom being politically stable in recent years, there were still disturbances from monsters and cults near the borders. Karl was often away fighting and had neglected raising his child.

Roy was shaped this way mostly because of him.

Don’t be fooled by Roy’s valiant demeanor; when it came to the child left by his late wife, he was reluctant to hit or scold—mainly because he feared he might accidentally kill him.

But as a father, how could Karl not wish to see his son turn over a new leaf?!

“Father, I’ve already had dinner prepared…” Roy said, puzzled, turning back only to find Karl standing alone, gazing up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, not coming along.

“It’s nothing, just got some sand in my eye.”