I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 183

Chapter 36: Jealousy

“Just a push isn’t enough, Nia even called out.”

“Alice! Look who came to see you?!”

This shout drew the attention of everyone in the training field.

“Master?”

As Alice noticed Roy’s arrival, her previously emotionless eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement.

She asked her teacher for permission to end the training and immediately dashed toward Roy.

Even though the girl had a blank expression, her eager movements said it all, her swirling blonde ponytail wagging like a puppy’s tail.

What a needless display! Roy grumbled as he shot a glance at the grinning Nia and then helplessly walked forward.

But just as Roy opened his arms, ready to embrace the girl, Alice unexpectedly halted right in front of him.

Roy’s smile faltered, and his heart sank.

True, Alice wasn’t the type to enthusiastically jump into his arms, but under such circumstances, she should at least grab his hand or lean against him adorably.

Could it be that Alice actually grew up and started to despise him?!

Fortunately, Roy’s worries were unfounded.

Alice dropped her gaze, a little embarrassed, and explained, “Sorry, Master, Alice just finished exercising, and um…”

Sweat glistened like tiny crystals on her fair cheeks and slender neck. That’s why Alice curled up her neck, shyly avoiding close contact.

But Roy couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What’s this? Why are you being so formal with me?”

“But, but, it might smell…”

“Come here.”

At Roy’s soft call, Alice obediently approached like a little sheep unable to resist.

Roy took a clean towel from his storage ring, bent down, and gently brushed aside her slightly messy hair to wipe her forehead.

The girl trembled as if electrocuted and immediately panicked, “Master! This, this kind of thing makes me feel so awkward…”

As he did this, her soft face squished a little like cotton, making her previously resistant voice turn unclear and sound adorably mournful.

“You’ve wiped me so many times, let me do this for you once.”

“You worked hard in training.”

Honestly, even after exercising, Alice didn’t smell bad; she actually smelled like a spilled perfume bottle—sweet and enchanting. But saying that would be too creepy, and Roy didn’t have the guts.

“Master, I hope you don’t mind…”

With Roy’s gentle words, Alice sighed in relief, no longer feeling shy. She lifted her head, cooperating with his actions. As she felt the towel glide over her sensitive neck, she occasionally emitted soft, animal-like sounds.

This only made Roy more affectionate.

“By the way, I also brought a drink.”

Putting away the towel, Roy casually took out a thermos filled with slightly cool floral tea. This was a family recipe from the Ainbrad household, known to refresh and invigorate, and it was the sports drink he and Alice often enjoyed.

After receiving the drink, Alice took small sips, as if soaking in the refreshing sweet fragrance of the tea. Her delicate eyelashes fluttered, and her previously expressionless face softened.

To Roy’s surprise, halfway through drinking, Alice passed the bottle back to him, her light blue eyes showing a hint of concern: “You should drink too, Master.”

“I’m not thirsty; this is for you.”

“But Master is all sweaty.”

Unfortunately for him, her keen eyes caught on, so Roy took the thermos and had a small sip.

Was it just his imagination, or did the floral tea taste even sweeter than usual?

The boys in the distance watched the affectionate interaction between master and servant, silently shedding tears, tossing aside the towels and drinks they had originally planned to offer Alice.

Even the thickest-headed person could see how different Alice was around Roy—clinging to him, compared to how she ignored the boys in class.

Does this mean they had no chance at all?!

Sado wanted to warn them about propriety, that they shouldn’t flaunt their affection in public, as it would tarnish the academy’s reputation.

But after thinking it over, she realized they were just wiping off sweat and sharing a drink; there really wasn’t much to warn about, so she hesitated to say anything.

And meanwhile, Nia, left aside, looked at the intimate duo, feeling entirely superfluous.

Speaking of passing by, with a towel in one hand and a thermos in the other, this guy was clearly prepared!

That night, the ‘bad boy’ visiting his little maid became the talk of the magic academy.

After all this time, people found that Roy wasn’t so bad after all; the “bad boy” part was up for debate, but he did seem genuinely concerned for his maid, making the “bad guy” label somewhat unfitting.

“Isn’t it more accurate to say he picks her up from school and even specifically came to deliver towels and drinks? That’s completely the image of a good man!”

Among the girls, Roy’s reputation clearly took a turn for the better.

Only over at Ayana, the atmosphere was starkly different.

“Heh, so he refused me just to see a mere maid?!”

Ayana put down her knife and fork, her stiff smile chilling to the bone.

She couldn’t care less about Holy Light or Sequence 8; after all, Alice was just a lowly maid!

To refuse her for a maid was nothing less than an insult!

“Uh, yes.”

“You ‘uh’ what?!”

“Ah, I mean…”

Ayana shot a glare at her earlier subordinate.

The maids and servants in the mansion slightly recoiled and lowered their heads, not daring to cross this marquess’s daughter.

Though she was furious, Ayana understood she had no leverage over Roy.

Just recalling that eerie pressure made her shiver; knowing nothing about Dragon Might, Ayana could only assume he had already reached Sequence 7.

The magic academy was like a microcosm of Veszyra, with various countries and organizations forming their factions within. But just like the generally calm situation in the Western Continent, the conflicts within the academy’s factions maintained considerable restraint.

Unless things escalated, the forces behind her wouldn’t intervene for her personal desires.

Currently at Sequence 8, without relying on her faction, Ayana was clearly no match for Roy.

However, she didn’t need to confront Roy directly.

“That maid, Alice, right?” the marquess’s daughter asked out of the blue.

She looked up at her lowly kneeling guards: “Tomorrow, let’s go visit her.”

Ayana glanced out the window, recalling the black-haired boy’s indifferent face. She first squinted angrily, but then a cruel smile flashed across her face: “If you dare reject my goodwill, don’t blame me for ruining your toy.”