I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Discipline

“Master is not a scum.” Alice’s eyes darkened, her once clear gaze frozen like ice, small fists clenched tightly.

But when you’re weak enough, even getting angry just makes people laugh.

“Don’t look at me like that; I’m just trying to help you see reality.”

“Seriously, what kind of guy is Roy?”

With Ryan’s question, a pack of sycophants immediately began to stir things up.

“Useless! At 18, he hasn’t even inherited any extraordinary bloodline!”

“Wimp! He doesn’t even dare to breathe in front of Lord Ryan!”

“And he’s really not anything special; probably even their own maid looks down on him!”

“Princess must be blind to like a guy like this!”

Some of these words were true, and some were false, but Ryan didn’t care.

As long as he could tarnish Roy’s image in the maid’s eyes, that was enough.

Ryan just wanted to disgust him.

To make Roy’s most beloved and trusted maid lose all respect for him. Perhaps she would maintain some decorum on the surface, but privately, she would despise him completely!

You love to pretend to be all fancy, don’t you? I’m going to make everybody around you see your true colors!

“Master is not the kind of person you say he is!” Alice shot back, denying it loudly.

Yet her denial was lost in the raucous and disdainful laughter of the surrounding nobles, barely making a ripple.

“Don’t be silly. With how you defend your master, do you really think he cares about you?” Ryan laughed heartily, enjoying the maid’s futile argument.

“Roy is just playing a role; do you really believe it? He’s into Princess Charlotte, and you’re just a toy. Once he gets bored of playing house, he’ll toss you aside anytime!”

The mocking laughter grew louder.

However, Alice took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

“Master would never abandon me.”

“Is that so? But right now, isn’t he leaving you here all alone while he’s with Charlotte, flirting away?”

“So what?”

“What?” This time, it was Ryan who was taken aback.

Alice clutched her chest, recalling that day’s promise, speaking softly yet firmly, “Master said he would never leave me.”

She did worry immensely about the nightmare Ryan described, feeling anxious and suffocated just imagining Roy with Charlotte.

But that day, she received Roy’s own promise.

【I will never abandon you】

【In my heart, you will always be special】

So her feelings were the same.

【I will always wait for Master to come back】

She didn’t believe a single word of what Ryan said.

Alice looked at the spoiled nobleman before her with an air of indifference. “So what if Master is with the princess? As a maid, I should support my master’s happiness.”

“Just being by Master’s side is enough for me.”

“If there’s nothing else, please excuse me.”

As the girl turned to leave, her composure struck the rowdy nobles dumb, leaving them a bit embarrassed.

Especially Ryan.

The girl’s confidence stemmed from her trust in Roy, and trying to sow discord among them was impossible.

Ah, one after another, whether it’s my father or Charlotte, even this mere maid, they all love that loser?!

Ryan finally dropped his façade of coldness, a hint of malice flickering in his eyes as he stared at Alice.

The consequences no longer mattered.

Right, this maid is a precious pet of Roy’s, isn’t she?

If I break her, that loser will surely be heartbroken!

“Wait, there’s one last thing.” Ryan sneered maliciously, “Since you care so much for your master, let’s make you suffer a bit.”

“!”

In an instant, Ryan opened his palm wide, stirring up a gust of wind aimed at Alice’s face.

As an Extraordinary Being, this strike was far beyond just ‘suffering a bit.’

Alice felt every hair on her body stand on end, some power within her faintly ringing, as if warning her of impending danger.

But she ultimately couldn’t dodge it.

The blonde maid anxiously closed her eyes, just like countless times before when she was beaten and abused, helplessly kneeling on the ground, curling up.

But this time, the imagined blow never landed on her.

Surprised yelps erupted from the surrounding nobles, and instead, Ryan let out a howl, while Alice cautiously opened her eyes.

A not-so-broad figure stood in front of her like an unmovable knight, while Ryan covered his face, half-kneeling some distance away, much like a rabid dog that missed its bite.

“Master…” The girl felt her eyes sting unexpectedly.

When she looked up again, Roy’s voice was no longer warm; it was filled with icy coldness.

“Mr. Raymond, you really have too much free time. Are you here to discipline my maid?”

The surrounding nobles stirred, fearing Roy’s identity and overpowering aura, not daring to approach.

Even Ryan felt a chill as he met Roy’s gaze, his momentum waning.

But Ryan’s dignity and anger wouldn’t allow him to back down.

“You dare to hit me, Ryan Raymond, over a mere dog?!”

The nobles thought this was merely an act of bullying the maid, but never expected it to escalate into a direct conflict between a duke and a marquis’s son. The maids nearby hurried to call for guards and elders.

But just as the tension reached its peak, Roy let out an untimely snicker.

Roy was reflecting.

He had completely overestimated the bottom line of these losers.

If he had come any later, who knows what could have happened? Old Raymond was not an unreasonable man, and his old man would definitely seek justice for him.

But that wasn’t enough.

Power isn’t meant to hurt others; it’s there to ensure that no one dares to harm oneself and those they cherish.

Compared to the crisis of a momentous turning point, the power of 【Iron Blood】 might be too small, but Roy was thankful he still possessed it.

Roy attempted to be a reformed good guy, but since these jerks only understood communication through ‘force,’ he wouldn’t mind playing the real bad guy!

“Hitting you? Don’t get me wrong.”

Roy rolled up his sleeves, smiling lightly and using polite wording: “I’m just disciplining you on behalf of your father.”

“You dare…?!”

In an instant, Roy’s figure shot forward like a cannonball, unleashing terrifying force, delivering a kick straight to Ryan’s face.

Ryan was caught off guard; even as he hurriedly raised his arms to block, he couldn’t withstand the blow. A kick landed squarely on his face, sending him flying backward until he crashed into a sturdy long table, drenching himself in spilled wine and food.

Ryan lifted his shoe print-marked head from the mess, glaring in anger, “Someone get that loser taken care of!”