I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Thought It Was a Minor Monster, Turns Out It’s a Clown

However, at that moment, Léon caught a glimpse of a golden figure behind Roy.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, skin as pure as snow.

At first glance she seemed insignificant, yet she stood gracefully and quietly like a top-quality doll.

Is this the maid that Roy bought earlier?

Léon instantly hatched a plan.

Oh, you want to pretend to be a good girl? Let’s see how long you can keep it up!

Léon suddenly raised his voice, playfully glancing at Alice: “Hey, Roy, this is your new maid, right?”

Léon rudely scrutinized Alice from top to bottom, then whistled: “She looks quite obedient. A girl her age is this well-behaved; I guess you’ve put in a lot of effort to train her!”

Léon was about to throw an arm around Roy’s shoulders, but Roy stepped back to dodge him.

“Raymond, you could just say what you mean.” Roy stared at him indifferently, his tone a bit cold.

Raymond’s lips curled into an evil grin, and he glanced at Roy, exaggerating his laugh: “Heh, I just wanted to ask you, how did you manage to train this little girl to be so obedient? Whips, branding irons, starving her for ten days, or maybe something more stimulating…”

Upon hearing these words, those around couldn’t help but feel disgusted. Especially the noble ladies, who turned away, fearful of their eyes being sullied, recalling Roy’s notorious reputation.

“Can you really lay a hand on such a small child? That’s disgusting.”

“So even if they look good, their insides are still ugly.”

“Ugh, poor little girl.”

Nothing is more contemptible than men bullying women, elders bullying children, nobles bullying servants, and the strong bullying the weak.

In just a few sentences, Léon managed to slap all four labels onto Roy.

Léon didn’t care about his own shame.

He just wanted to drag Roy down to his level, making people remember that Roy was just the same kind of scoundrel as him, even more useless!

However, before Roy could speak, the golden figure stepped forward first, coldly saying, “Lord Raymond, please do not tarnish my master’s reputation.”

“Oh, you seem quite protective of your master.” Raymond squinted, eyes flashing with fierceness, exuding a faint pressure of an Extraordinary Being, trying to intimidate her.

Just a mere maid, a little pressure should suffice.

The little girl looked expressionless; perhaps she had already been scared silly?

Then Raymond turned around, spread his arms wide, looking around as if to showcase the crowd to Alice or perhaps putting on an exaggerated show: “Don’t be afraid! There are so many people here, no one will harm you. You can freely speak of Roy’s true nature, say how he has abused, humiliated, and tormented you!”

Raymond believed he understood Roy’s nature.

He wanted to tear apart the facade Roy had put on in front of everyone!

But little did Raymond expect that as he called out to the peak, attracting the gaze of all the nobles, servants, and maids present, what he received was not a revelation of Roy’s misdeeds.

But rather, Alice’s icy reprimand.

“Lord Raymond, please know when to stop!”

For the first time in his life, Léon was rebuked by someone other than old Raymond, leaving him momentarily stunned.

It was at this moment he noticed that the girl was staring at him with pale blue eyes that showed no fear, instead reflecting a frostiness and hostility.

Alice’s gaze couldn’t harm Léon but deeply wounded his pride.

How could he be scolded by a mere maid?!

Léon instinctively wanted to raise his hand to slap the disrespectful maid, but suddenly felt a sharp pain.

He noticed Roy’s gaze—straight, indifferent, yet piercing cold—like a sword that could draw blood at any moment, warning him against acting rashly.

Léon froze in place.

Meanwhile, Alice continued.

Accustomed to enduring humiliation, the girl realized for the first time that there were things she could no longer tolerate.

She could bear disgrace but could never accept anyone insulting Roy.

Even if the other person was a noble.

Alice stared at Léon, speaking each word clearly: “My master has never abused, humiliated, or tormented me!”

“Quite the opposite.”

Alice didn’t know what Roy’s past was like, nor did she care; she only knew that the Roy of now was her most adored master.

The girl pressed her hand over her heart, recalling the past, which was as precious as gold, and softly yet firmly said, “My master gave me food, protection, and warmth more than I ever had before. He is not what you say!”

“Before meeting my master, nothing good ever happened in my life. Please don’t make assumptions; being his maid is the happiest thing in my life!”

Only after finishing her passionate words did the excited girl finally catch her breath.

Her voice had never been so high-pitched; although it didn’t rise much, the surging emotions had deeply touched everyone present, making them envision the cozy scenes of a master and servant cuddling under the warm afternoon sun.

Perhaps the scene Léon described fit better with their previous perceptions of ‘Scoundrel Roy,’ but compared to Alice’s heartfelt declaration, it seemed pale and powerless.

“Who do you think is telling the truth?”

“Hard to say; after all, Roy had that nature before…”

“But maybe the kid from the Ironblood family really turned over a new leaf?”

“Who knows, maybe that maid memorized her lines beforehand.”

“But if I had to choose, Roy looks more pleasant than that Raymond guy, right?”

“Can’t deny that…”

Nothing is scarier than comparison.

Especially when Léon and Roy stood face to face; the contrast was glaringly evident.

One’s face twisted, grinding his teeth, gazing darkly.

The other wore a calm expression, as if he hadn’t even considered Léon’s accusations.

In fact, that was indeed the case.

Roy’s hand rested on Alice’s head; such a simple gesture immediately calmed the angry blonde maid.

“Don’t get worked up; Mr. Raymond just misunderstood.”

Alice then realized her rudeness, slightly lowering her head with an apologetic look: “I’m sorry, master, I lost my composure.”

“It’s fine; I don’t mind this small misunderstanding. I’m sure Mr. Raymond wouldn’t take offense at a momentary slip of the tongue, right?” Roy shot a glance at Léon, dignified, reserved, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

To be honest, Léon’s trouble was indeed a hassle when he came looking for a fight.

But his caring little maid resolved Léon’s accusations with just a few words, to the point that Roy didn’t even need to say much.

What he thought was an elite monster turned out to be a total clown.

However, Raymond’s face had darkened to the extreme, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Even without hearing the surrounding discussions, he could keenly feel the gaze of those looking at him and Roy had completely changed!

Why?

Why does this useless guy get to ride on my head?!

Even though rationally he knew Roy was giving him an out, he just couldn’t swallow this humiliation.

However, just as the two were at an impasse, a cry rang out.

“It’s His Highness, His Highness is here!”

Everyone turned around, and a golden-red griffin, pulling a luxurious carriage, stood proudly at the front of the procession like a blazing flame.