I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 606

Chapter 154: The Most Important Person is Alice

Black hair, black eyes, and the blood of a False King!

The moment the young necromancer spotted Roy, he was beyond excited. Unexpectedly, he saw a red-haired girl left behind, while another girl covered their retreat as they dashed off elsewhere.

He felt a bit annoyed, but seeing the legendary “Blood of the False King” so flustered—having managed to escape the joint siege of major sects—made him smirk.

Only those supreme wastes among the good-for-nothing young masters would trade their women for a slim chance of survival, right?

“Seriously, needing a woman to protect you? What a loser!”

“Is sacrificing oneself for such a person worth it?”

The red-haired princess frowned, looking confused as if she didn’t quite catch his words.

In truth, she indeed didn’t understand. Having taken down double digits of Sequence 7 drakes over her winter break, she couldn’t fathom who gave that cult priest such confidence.

“Ha, did I scare you, little girl? Don’t worry, once I deal with you, I’ll send the Blood of the False King down to keep you company…?”

Fiery explosions erupted.

The thunderous crash sent shivers down the spines of all soldiers in Silent Wind City, even causing the entire lord’s manor to shudder slightly.

Suspended in mid-air, twisted in a grotesque pose, bathing in the torrent of flames, the young mage realized what was happening as he looked at the girl who maintained her punching stance and at his necromantic ice lizard whose head had just been blown apart.

He was flying, and would fly even higher.

This was not just any woman—this was a Sequence 6 Extraordinary Being! An Extraordinary Being capable of going toe-to-toe with a High Priest!

And the sly Blood of the False King had the audacity to pose this powerhouse as mere female company!

He had to warn everyone…

But just as that thought occurred to him, there was a “bang,” and the young mage found himself smashed into the wall, leaving a human-shaped dent.

Roy had previously warned that cultists had tricky methods and should not be underestimated, so Charlotte had taken her stance and waited for a long while, yet there was total silence.

Thus, the girl’s vigilance turned into bewilderment, even tinged with boredom.

After all, if Sequence 7 drakes could take a few of her punches, why had this mage gone down with just one strike?

“So where did this weak chicken get its confidence…?”

Meanwhile, Roy and his group had made it to the inner courtyard of the lord’s manor.

The courtyard wasn’t spacious, but it was already crammed with a dense mass of skeletons and corpses. A gaunt, bald woman stood proudly atop a mound of bones, looking down with glee.

“Blood of the False King, you can’t escape!”

“Grand Priest Granti has foreseen everything; your only fate is to be crushed by us!”

Hardly had her words ended when the brown-haired girl charged forward, while the black-haired boy continued his escape.

What a joke.

Abandoning his lover and scampering away, the “Sorceress” and “Hand of Decay” actually lost to such a pathetic excuse for a fighter?

The female mage’s expression darkened. She intended to intervene but was suddenly enveloped by terrifying pressure.

“Crushed? I didn’t know you cultists had a sense of humor.”

A delicate shadow glided over, and even a woman couldn’t help but feel exhilarated by the graceful curves.

However, behind the girl, an overwhelming aura swirled wildly, and a massive Hydra suddenly emerged, casting a vast shadow with its large body.

Hundreds of undead looked laughably tiny like ants before it, gazing up at those nine thick, dark heads. The female mage was left dumbfounded, feeling utterly hopeless.

It was too big! They would die!

“Who is going to be crushed? I can’t say~”

The sorceress snickered, and the fierce Hydra opened its massive maw, obliterating all the pesky ants in its path.

In the lord’s manor, hallway.

Having retreated to this place, there were finally no more undead sighted, allowing for a slight breather and to regroup.

Roy wasn’t worried about Charlotte and the others’ safety. After all, a Sequence 6 golden-blooded individual was no joke; they were far from something that could be fended off by someone forcibly raised to that level by a dark god’s power.

From earlier, sporadic explosions lit the distant landscape, thick smoke billowed, and the Hydra’s growls shook the earth. The residual chaos even caused cracks to spiderweb throughout the hall.

To be honest, rather than the safety of the girls, Roy was more worried about whether the lord’s manor would be leveled to the ground.

But there was one person who made him uneasy.

Glancing at his blonde maid, who held a long sword in one hand while tightly gripping his hand with the other, Roy’s mind started to blur.

The only figure he couldn’t quite recall clearly was right in front of him.

He remembered she was his maid but felt their relationship was far more complicated than that. He suspected he shouldn’t let her face danger.

In his memory, this little maid had always taken care of him, thus she shouldn’t be a combat maid.

Noticing the boy’s gaze, Alice turned her head back, softly saying, “Master, please don’t worry. Even if I were to be turned to dust, I wouldn’t let a cultist touch you.”

Master… why can this girl say such an ambiguous term so straightforwardly?!

“That’s precisely why I’m worried.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not like them. You don’t need to put yourself at risk for me.”

I’m not some helpless person, so it feels… uncomfortable to have a little maid protecting me.

Just the thought of this girl getting hurt made Roy feel uneasy.

However, upon hearing his words, Alice trembled, her previously calm demeanor now flickering with vulnerability.

“Master… don’t you need Alice?”

Damn.

Seeing the girl on the verge of tears but desperately holding it together, even in a half-amnesiac state, Roy realized he had definitely said the wrong thing!

Roy straightened his expression and wielded the art of dialogue, clearly explaining his intent, “It’s not that I don’t need you. It’s just that I don’t want you to get involved in danger. This exceeds a maid’s duty.”

Alice tilted her head, looking confused, like a little dog who didn’t understand its master’s commands, “But as a maid, I should protect my master.”

“My master always says that once I become strong, I must protect you well.”

Roy was left speechless.

So I’m actually relying on this little loli to protect me, the useless soft rice guy?!

“While that’s true, you’re just…”

But you’re just a maid who shouldn’t have to sacrifice this much for me.

The words he wanted to blurt out made Roy’s heart tighten. He felt instinctively that he could never voice that.

To Roy, Alice was definitely not just a maid.

Setting aside her maid identity, why would a girl be willing to go this far for him, even daring to say “turned to dust”?

Unintentionally, Roy murmured, “Could it be, you’re the same as them?”

Alice lowered her gaze, allowing the moonlight to obscure her face.

Of course not.

Alice was definitely different from them. No one knew that better than she did.

But what did that matter?

The girl raised her head, tinged with soft moonlight, gently curving her lips, capturing the boy’s figure within her clear eyes.

“Alice is merely Master’s maid.”

“But Master is the most important person to Alice.”

Roy’s heartstrings trembled, as if amidst a haze of gauzy memories, the fog was almost lifting.

But just then, a chilling gray mist enveloped them.

The girl’s expression stiffened, raising her sword, defending fiercely in front of him.