I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 297

Chapter 3: Determination and Distress

Magic-type extraordinary abilities usually require some fancy hand gestures or chanting, which basically means they pack a serious punch but take forever to wind up.

But then you have someone like Charlotte and Nia, who can control elemental forces directly—way beyond any notion of magic.

Then there’s this instant casting ability, which is pretty rare in comparison.

From the description, it sounds like some seriously powerful illusion magic.

Every warrior dreams of casting spells.

I mean, come on, it’s a ranged attack!

What? You think of “Desolation”? Sure, it covers a wide area, but you still have to hit something with it; at heart, it’s still a melee attack!

With “Charm,” I mean, I’m practically a wizard now—

But why the heck does it have to be “charm?!”

Do I really have to bat my eyelashes at the enemy in battle? If the enemy is a lady, I could handle it, but what if it’s a guy?!

Plus, it’s not just batting eyelashes; it’s like projecting illusions onto them!

Am I supposed to play my own adult videos for some dude?! Isn’t that just pure nonsense?!

Just picturing a bunch of rugged old men drooling over me makes Roy shudder.

He decided right then and there that unless absolutely necessary, he would avoid using this skill like the plague.

After all the trouble of getting a magic skill, it seems he’s still a bit far from reaching his dream of becoming a wizard.

While Roy was sulking, he suddenly felt a weak movement in his arms.

He looked down to see delicate golden eyelashes fluttering slightly, as they slowly opened up to reveal eyes clearer and bluer than the sky itself, reflecting his figure.

She squinted, looking confused, still a bit dazed like she hadn’t grasped what was happening.

Usually, Alice was sharp and capable, strict with herself, so seeing her all sleepy and adorable like this was a rare sight.

“Good morning,” Roy couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Master, good morning…” halfway through her greeting, Alice seemed to remember something, her eyes widening as she shot upright.

“Master! Are you okay? Is anything wrong?!”

The little maid began checking all over Roy, leaving him blushing awkwardly as he hurried to hold her two small hands down.

“I’m fine, see? Nothing’s wrong!”

“But yesterday…”

“Just a little accident,” Roy said sheepishly with a sigh, “but thanks to you, I’m all better now.”

Hearing this, Alice finally relaxed a bit.

“Alice deserves all the credit for saving my life again.”

Roy thought to himself, absentmindedly wanting to ruffle her fluffy golden hair.

But the girl suddenly dodged away, giving him a cold glance.

Her eyes were like that reserved saintess from the original work, vast and empty like the sky, yet subtly different, hiding some turbulence and depth.

“Master, why aren’t you more careful?”

“Uh… you see, I’m fine, right?” Roy sheepishly looked away.

“Yesterday you were spitting blood and convulsing, looking half-dead! Alice can’t understand why you think you’re fine!”

When did you unlock your critical tongue skill? Roy felt a little hurt by her blunt words.

“Anyway, the point of gaining Blood Clan power is achieved,” Roy laughed off, trying to act casual, “Thanks to you, but what matters is the outcome is good enough.”

As he went to comfort the girl with his hand again, Alice’s pupils contracted slightly at his words.

The next moment, the anxiety she had been holding in surged forth as anger, exploding uncontrollably, giving Roy no chance for comfort.

Her unusually loud scolding washed over him like a tidal wave.

“Not at all!”

“Master doesn’t know how to take care of himself! Not at all!”

“Alice can’t comprehend why bloodline strength is that important! Is it worth risking your safety? You clearly suffered so much…”

The wave of fury gradually cooled down until it turned into a whisper as quiet as a fly.

The girl hung her head, biting her lip, a look of unbearable sorrow on her face, as if she was the one who endured the pain of the potions last night.

Even if she didn’t remember what happened while she was unconscious, seeing Alice’s reaction finally made Roy realize how deep of a mental scar he had left on her.

He couldn’t help but feel relieved that he had wisely kept Alice from witnessing the aftermath of his casting “Blade of the First King” at full power.

Although it was an accident this time, continuing down the path of being extraordinary would surely come with a price.

Roy raised his hand for the third time, but after a moment of hesitation, it landed on the girl’s shoulder.

Patting her head as a distraction was an option, but Alice had to learn to be strong.

Otherwise, what would she do if something really happened to him?

Roy tempered his gentleness, lowering his voice as he said seriously, “Alice, you know my bloodline is special, and will inevitably lead to being hunted by cultists.”

“I need power. And seeking power comes with unavoidable costs. That’s just how it is.”

With that, he patted her shoulder again, his tone softening, “Alice is such a sensible child. You must understand, right?”

The sky gradually brightened, a soft morning glow filtering back into the room, blurring the girl’s expression.

After a long silence, Alice ultimately didn’t respond but hurriedly stood up.

“… Alice will go prepare breakfast now.”

Watching the girl’s back as she rushed out, Roy scratched his head, a bitter smile on his face.

It’s all well and good in theory, but ultimately, Alice is still just a kid. It’ll take her time to come to terms with this.

She’s like a newlywed wife stuck waiting at home, knowing her husband is busy for her sake, but still feeling the need to complain non-stop.

If she didn’t care about him, that usually calm little maid wouldn’t get angry, right?

But then again, Roy felt a bit bad for Alice.

Even though she was worried about his safety, he couldn’t help but feel warmth blossoming in his heart.

“Geez, maybe I should just sleep a bit longer.”

Basking in the warm morning light, the young boy flopped back on the bed, comfortably squinting his eyes.

On the other side of the door, Alice knelt down weakly, sitting there.

She definitely knew that Roy had to pursue strength for unavoidable reasons and that he had been hurt countless times where she couldn’t see.

That’s why he brushed off these minor issues.

The master’s special bloodline draws covetous cultists, so to survive, gaining power is an absolute must.

And to seek power means paying a price, treading a thorny path, enduring pain… right?

The old man from the church said she was special.

If only she could become strong enough, strong enough to share the burden with her master, strong enough to even help him cut through this fate…

No, it’s not if—it’s a must.

For her master’s sake, she simply must become stronger.

As the morning light cascaded down, Alice lifted her head, her eyes locking with determination.

The golden-haired girl arose, bathed in light, looking as pure as an angel, yet as resolute as a knight.

But the next second, her shoulders slumped, sinking into deep despair and confusion.

That said, she shouldn’t have lost her temper at her master.

After all, he hadn’t done anything wrong. She knew that.

But at that moment, she just couldn’t control herself for some reason.

As a maid, being so disrespectful to her master wasn’t what a sensible child would do.

With that thought, Alice felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

The golden-haired girl covered her face, letting out a quiet murmur of unease through her fingers.

“Master won’t hate Alice, will he…?”

For Alice, this distress weighed far heavier than worrying about how to grow stronger.