I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Because the Master is Too Amazing!

After a while, Charlotte finally snapped out of the social embarrassment, fixing her expression and looking all serious again.

Yet, the lovely faint pink blush still lingered on the girl’s face, telling tales of her recent shame.

Roy, with the spirit of a gentleman, wouldn’t dare mock her social blunder; instead, he found it endearing that the royal princess could be so clumsy at times.

Of course, whether as a mere subject or a male friend, directly stating that would be quite rude.

“No need to apologize for the dance; after all, it was Rayan who caused the trouble, it’s not your fault. But if you really want to apologize…”

Charlotte, fiddling with her hair unconsciously, let her gaze drift.

“Just remember that this dance counts as a favor owed to me, so make sure to make it up next time.”

“Is just making up one dance enough?” Roy was a bit taken aback. “No need for me to apologize or anything?”

Wasn’t the original Charlotte a bit harder to please?

He recalled a scene where Alice was late to a date, and Charlotte was super mad, giving her quite the lecture.

Charlotte was that typical tsundere princess: she valued others in her heart but was too proud to show it, always speaking rather harshly.

Unless one’s favorability was high enough, she wore a sour face to everyone else.

He thought she might at least scold him this time if not go off the rails, but surprisingly, her attitude was exceptionally good.

“I’m not a tyrant; there’s no need for formal apologies!” Charlotte huffed, rolling her eyes, then pouted, muttering, “What? You unhappy?”

“No, no, no! I’d be overjoyed to dance with Charlotte!”

“Hmph.”

“It’s just too bad it’ll be ages until the next grand ball.”

Roy felt a little disappointed.

After all, the kingdom had just one duke and two marquises— there wouldn’t be birthday bashes every day. And the banquets below the marquis level weren’t even acknowledged by the royal family, being much smaller in scale.

But Charlotte raised an eyebrow, a glint of expectation in her eyes, hinting, “Not necessarily.”

“Perhaps, there will be an opportunity soon?”

As Roy puzzled over what events were happening in the noble circle, Charlotte had already jumped up swiftly.

Before leaving, this princess didn’t forget to turn around and seriously remind him, “In any case, you owe me for this dance. You can’t let me down again!”

Roy smiled back, “I promise this time!”

——————————————

Having wrapped up the Duke Raymond’s birthday feast, Roy’s life returned to its previous calmness.

Or maybe not so calm.

“Raise your sword— slash!”

In the early morning, before the rooster crowed, with the sun barely peeking out, Roy stood out on the Marquis’s lawn, wooden sword in hand, under Carl’s watchful eye, diligently practicing his swordsmanship.

Getting Carl’s approval was good news, but it also meant Carl was now officially viewing him as a successor and pushed him harder.

To be a qualified noble, both political socializing and extraordinary power were indispensable; the former was for the flashy facade, while the latter was the solid base to secure one’s noble position.

Roy’s performance at the banquet could be said to have scored nearly full marks, which deepened Carl’s expectations of him.

In Roy’s past life terms, it was like, ‘My son Roy has the potential to become an emperor!’

Facing his father’s trust, Roy felt a mix of pain and joy.

It was exhausting, but the power gain was genuine.

To become stronger, an extraordinary being needed to digest magic potions, and there were two paths to do that.

First, understand the essence of the potion.

Every type of extraordinary bloodline had a different essence; for example, for the Iron Blood, one had to engage in life-and-death battles to awaken extraordinary power, thus sublimating the bloodline.

And it had to be a genuine life-and-death battle; mere skirmishes or hiring goons to go easy wouldn’t cut it. The ancestors of the Ainbrad family had tried that and ended up failing miserably.

The essence of the bloodline couldn’t be faked.

But this was terribly inhumane; one wrong move in a life-and-death battle could lead to instant death. Extraordinary beings were precious treasures; how could they casually throw themselves into such dangerous situations?

Fortunately, there was a second path.

By frequently using extraordinary powers, one could also digest magic potions. This method was universal for all bloodlines but was a bit slower.

In simple terms, it was about building muscle memory through practice.

And Carl would personally step in for sparring, guiding his practical combat skills.

This was immensely beneficial for Roy.

Carl was a battle-hardened veteran and one of the kingdom’s top extraordinary beings, full of invaluable battlefield experience gained through bloodshed that Roy couldn’t match with mere imagination.

This was leagues above Rayan’s street brawling antics.

If last time Roy had taken the upper hand through clever tricks, now with the battlefield experience passed down from Carl, he wouldn’t bat an eye even if he faced Rayan head-on.

“Let’s wrap up the warm-ups here; it’s time for some sparring.”

Indeed, Carl mostly guided, but real matches required opponents of equal strength for it to be meaningful.

In the clear morning breeze, strands of platinum blonde hair tied in a short ponytail danced in the wind, releasing a hint of iris fragrance.

There stood the blonde girl, dressed in a crisp white shirt and a black skirt, with arm and knee guards on, seriously raising the training wooden sword.

At a glance, she really had the air of a female swordsman.

Alice, now also an extraordinary being, naturally joined in the training, perfectly accompanying Roy.

“Today, I’ll need your guidance, Master.”

“Uh-huh. Let’s go.”

With those words, Alice, her little face all serious, raised her long sword high and charged in with the speed of a hunting dog.

“Yah!” Her wooden sword dropped with a sweet cry, beads of fragrant sweat lightly spraying.

Oh my, that’s just too cute!

Even as Roy marveled, he held nothing back, quickly raising his sword to counter.

This was part of the growing process.

Though Alice started a bit later, now that she’s become an extraordinary being, it was time for Roy to commence his training plan.

Getting stronger himself was just for kicks; Alice getting stronger was the real deal!

As usual, thanks to his “Unkillable in Barehanded Fights” skill, Roy easily overwhelmed Alice, then analyzed her mistakes and gave her advice.

“Alice, do you know why you lost just now?”

“Because Master is too amazing!” Alice gazed up at him in disbelief, her sparkling eyes filled with genuine admiration.

Though the girl’s respect made Roy feel good, he shook his head, “Nope, it’s because you didn’t use your extraordinary power at all.”

Roy won because he employed his “Unkillable in Barehanded Fights” skill and was a pro with the wooden sword.

But Alice hadn’t utilized any extraordinary power.

Even if she swung her sword stylishly, she was still just an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl, and managing a few rounds was Roy showing mercy.