I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 155

Chapter 8: Stop Fooling Around, Young Man

Roy thought it over and figured it wouldn’t hurt to take Alice along for a trip.

In fact, it was a great opportunity to gauge Alice’s actual combat ability, as bloodline levels don’t always define one’s fighting prowess.

You could say this was part of his training plan.

Not that he couldn’t resist the little maid’s pleading eyes!

Once Roy agreed, Alice silently clenched her little fists.

This was her chance!

A chance to show her worth in front of her master!

The little maid had heard her master praise Charlotte’s performance during that escape journey more than once. Though she didn’t voice it, she felt a pang of jealousy inside.

And now, she finally had the opportunity to fight alongside her master!

She had to perform well and earn her master’s praise!

Thus, the pair, motivated by their own wishes, arrived at the Adventurers’ Guild in Windshadow City.

Roy had some fond feelings for the Adventurers’ Guild.

Inside the quaint yet charming building, adventurers from all corners of the world—different races, different professions—chatted casually about their various adventures, making it an essential part of any fantasy tale. Too bad “Angel’s Waltz,” being a yuri galgame, didn’t touch on this much.

But when he actually got here, Roy was sorely disappointed.

First off, the guild’s appearance was off.

There was no actual building for the guild.

The reason was simple: during the previous turmoil, the guild had been targeted by cultists and draconians, and it wasn’t long before it was flattened to the ground.

So now, the guild was just a makeshift tent and shed.

And the adventurers wandering in and out weren’t quite what Roy had expected—no handsome heroes or legendary figures.

In simple terms, it was a bit low.

This was normal, though.

In Veszyra, the bloodlines of extraordinary beings were monopolized by royal nobles, the Verdant Assembly, and the Mage’s Guild.

Not every adventurer could awaken an extraordinary bloodline, and even if they did, it was tough to level up without an official lineage.

This led to Roy’s impression of extraordinary experts being quite rare. Most adventurers were just running around with a cheap iron sword, barely with any armor, looking like militia.

Still, the adventurers were pretty excited about Roy’s arrival.

Many had seen Alice during the hunt for the draconian and heard of Roy’s fame from her.

Though they all knew Alice was Roy’s maid, seeing this extraordinary guardian angel following him so obediently made it easy to guess his status.

Despite their usually carefree and laid-back nature, they were still a bunch of commoners.

Seeing a noble, especially the heir to a local lord, was exciting but made them a bit nervous too.

“Is that Lord Roy? Just as handsome as Miss Alice said!”

“I heard he’s even stronger than Miss Alice! What Sequence could he be?!”

“Isn’t that right? They say he previously did well protecting the capital; maybe he’s Sequence 8!”

The discussions intensified among the makeshift seats.

Just then, a sneer interrupted.

“Sequence 8? Hah, young man, do you know what Sequence 8 even means?”

Everyone was annoyed by this slightly arrogant mockery.

Because it came from Grey of the “Great Axe,” a seasoned adventurer who had participated in the Second War of Dragons eighteen years ago—an actual Sequence 8!

He had the clout to speak on the matter!

Once he saw no one was going to refute him, the crowd all ears and ready to listen, Grey stroked his messy stubble and continued smugly, “Let me tell you, Sequence 8 isn’t something anyone can just claim!”

“Across the entire kingdom, there are only about ten Sequence 8s among the younger generation. Only Princess has the talent to reach Sequence 8 by the age of 18! That lad here is just the same age as her—do you really think his talent can compare with the princess’s?” Grey squinted his eyes and grinned.

In this discussion, no one could really counter the long-established and respected adventurer Grey, especially since many weren’t even extraordinary beings.

But someone piped up, “But Sequence doesn’t necessarily tie to combat strength!”

“Yeah, the ‘Guardian Angel’ is only Sequence 9, and didn’t she save your life before?!”

As soon as those words were said, Grey’s expression tightened, turning a bit anxious, his old face flushed.

“That… that was me being careless… No wait! We’re talking about that lad! What does that have to do with me?!”

“Alice may be strong, but that doesn’t mean that lad is strong too!”

“You young guys are just too naïve, thinking too simple!”

“I’ve seen plenty of noble young masters like this one! Don’t be fooled by the stories outside; they’re all just greenhorns who’ve never seen real bloodshed!”

Grey rattled off a bunch of stuff that had some truth to it, and the crowd nodded along.

“In any case, I’m not going to acknowledge that kid!” Grey banged the table and shouted, glaring at the distant young man.

What Grey said had some merit; he had indeed seen many arrogant young masters creating trouble on the battlefield, so he instinctively equated Roy with them.

Especially after witnessing the grand Knight Oath Ceremony in the capital, Grey thought everything seemed exaggerated, almost like a performance.

Alice was a good fighter but always looked a bit dazed. Was she really not being fooled by that kid?

Of course, he was concerned, but he wasn’t bored enough to meddle in the private matters of master and maid.

Until he heard the reception girl let out a gasp.

“A-Class?!”

“Of course, A-Class,” Roy calmly nodded at the shocked girl behind the counter.

He glanced around, realizing that A-Class missions mostly corresponded with Sequence 8 monsters—not exactly a fair fight.

He wasn’t being arrogant.

Alice’s “Angel” bloodline was incredibly special, at least top-tier for her own Sequence.

And with his “Evil Dragon Blood Armor,” even though his fight with Bruwen had some counterplay, taking on Sequence 7 was well within his means.

However, the reception girl looked somewhat troubled.

“Sir Roy, you might want to reconsider. A-Class missions can be quite challenging…”

Challenging? More like death wish!

Based on the average standards of young nobles in the kingdom, facing off against a Sequence 7 was basically a suicide mission. If an ordinary stubborn fool got themselves killed, it would be no big deal. But this kid was the marquis’s son; if he actually bit the dust, she’d be in big trouble!

But Roy just smiled slightly, “Trust me, I can handle it.”

“But…but…”

As the two of them were at an impasse, a massive shadow loomed over Roy.

“Stop fooling around, young man!”