I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 644

Chapter 25: Can a mere Maid be a Saint?

South Sea Mansion.

Jason poured red wine while feeling a bit dissatisfied.

We were promised a study trip to the South Sea Kingdom to witness his latest political achievements, so why was he back at his own place?

Is there a new mess brewing in the Kingdom of GoldSand?

“Jason, about that alliance you mentioned earlier…”

“Oh? So you finally plan to join?”

As soon as this topic came up, any lingering resentment evaporated; Jason quickly arranged his wine glass, sat across from Douglas, and adopted an eager posture to listen.

You and I, once fierce competitors, now joining hands against a common enemy—how thrilling!

However, what greeted the South Sea Prince was a bucket of cold water from his friend.

“Sorry, I don’t plan to join.”

“……Alright then.”

Jason felt disappointed but wasn’t too surprised.

After all, Douglas was quite conservative; he wouldn’t bother others unless they stirred up trouble first.

But then came the unexpected words.

“I plan to join Roy’s alliance and collaborate with his forces; this would benefit the Kingdom of GoldSand more.”

“……?”

Jason couldn’t help but question if he was hearing things right.

What’s this Roy’s alliance nonsense? Why didn’t he understand the first thing that was said?!

“Wait a minute. When did Roy have an alliance? And his forces?” Jason snorted in disbelief.

Originally, he was already annoyed that his good buddy chose not to join him and instead went to the opposition.

Alright, politically speaking, there are no eternal enemies or friends, and years of friendship can’t compete with real benefits. Douglas’s refusal to join was understandable.

Contrary to his brawny appearance, the Prince of GoldSand, who had grown up in rivalry with his siblings, actually disliked conflict and preferred peace and development.

But couldn’t you at least join an organization that actually exists?

Noticing Jason’s pale face, Douglas took a sip of red wine with a smile: “Hold on a second.”

“I had a guess; I think Roy has been secretly making friends with various factions and forming alliances. After testing the waters during the study trip, that notion was pretty much confirmed.”

“As for Charlotte and the others, you remember that maid by Roy’s side, right?” Douglas asked mysteriously.

“That girl named Alice, right?”

Jason found it puzzling.

Holy Light bloodline, exceptional talent—being a maid seemed almost beneath her. But that was about it.

What on earth was there about a maid that warranted Douglas’s attention?

Seeing Jason’s confusion, Douglas shook his head: “You’re not thinking big enough.”

“From my observation, Alice is no mere maid; she’s a high-ranking member of the Holy Light Church!”

“On the surface, she’s just a maid, but Alice is actually working with Roy behind the scenes, assessing the situation of various factions on the Western Continent! I can even assert that Roy has established a close collaboration with the Church!”

As if anyone in love could dance all night long!

That was just ridiculous!

Unless, of course, they weren’t dancing at all but were instead discussing international relations until dawn!

Looking back, Alice’s initial negotiations with Roy didn’t go smoothly, which is probably why she wasn’t present that night.

And me helping Roy find Alice actually facilitated Roy’s negotiations with Alice, boosting the formation of the alliance, making a significant contribution, and allowing the Kingdom of GoldSand to play a crucial role!

“Jason, think about it, an alliance centered around the Lionheart Kingdom, with the Green Assembly, the Mage Academy, the Winter Empire, and even the Holy Light Church involved—what a colossal entity that would be?!”

“To be enemies with such a conglomerate is far less advisable than to seek common ground. To be honest, Roy has already agreed to my joining, ensuring that the Kingdom of GoldSand will have a seat at the table in the alliance!”

Douglas patted Jason on the shoulder, beaming with enthusiasm, sincerely urged: “Join us, it’s not too late!”

Jason stood there, dumbfounded, trying to wrap his mind around everything, while internally he was raging.

No way, this is reasonable?

When it boils down to it, Roy is just a sworn knight of one kingdom—does he really have that much power?!

And the others were one thing, but Alice? She’s just a maid! What are you talking about with high-ranking Church members?!

But just the thought of Douglas made Jason feel exhausted, and he couldn’t be bothered to argue.

Just as Douglas understood Jason’s likes and dislikes, Jason also knew Douglas’s nature quite well.

Maybe Douglas was too well-acquainted with conspiracies from a young age; he always liked to overthink things.

When a girl takes a sip of tea on a blind date, Douglas could spin out an eight-thousand-word thesis. If a teacher asked about his views on a subjective question in class, he could analyze it to the point where the teacher would be begging him to stop.

In other words, this brother thinks a bit too much.

For governance and power struggles, this kind of mindset can be an asset.

But come on, this time you’ve overthought it, right?!

Secretly uniting various factions and claiming your maid is a high-ranking member of the Church—why not just say the whole world revolves around Roy?!

He initially thought Douglas’s refusal to join him was underestimating Roy’s threat; in fact, the truth was the opposite—Douglas was already swayed by Roy without a fight!

Jason rubbed his pounding temples and groaned, “Is there even a possibility that this is all in your head?”

“Roy is just a playboy, juggling too many things at once; Alice is just an ordinary maid—there’s no alliance!”

Douglas paused for a moment, then looked at him with a caring expression: “Jason, don’t escape reality.”

Jason almost choked on his breath.

What the heck, escape reality! Who’s the one babbling nonsense and distorting reality here?!

“Seriously, being friendly with Roy has countless benefits; don’t you think about it a little?”

Douglas genuinely felt sorry for his good buddy.

The developed commerce and shipping of the South Sea Kingdom were far more important to the alliance than the Kingdom of GoldSand; as a middleman, he could elevate his status within the alliance once again.

If Jason was willing to join, it would be a rare good thing for both parties.

Yet for Jason, Douglas’s kind words felt like cult propaganda, impractical, and the guy was stubborn as a mule.

After tossing it around in his head, Jason found he couldn’t blatantly oppose him and decided to take a more strategic approach.

“Douglas, a king should not lie; matters of state are no child’s play. If you want me to join, mere words won’t cut it; you at least need to provide some evidence.”

“Evidence?”

“Yeah, proof that the alliance is feasible! Just to be clear, if he can indeed establish a collaboration with the Church, I might be swayed to join!”

The Holy Light Church had consolidated resources across the entire Eastern Continent, making it one of the most powerful forces in the human world. Deepening cooperation with them would bring unimaginable benefits.

Not to mention the Church city on the Western Continent, White Harbor, which was the only port able to compete with the South Sea Kingdom—historically, its rulers had mixed feelings about it.

White Harbor was their competitor, yet it was also the coveted treasure port of the South Sea Kingdom. Unfortunately, the Church’s policies were closed off, and they never wished to engage in further cooperation with them.

After pondering for a moment, Douglas nodded: “Just right; in my view, Roy’s alliance has firmly established its foothold in the Western Continent; the next move should be the Holy Light Church.”

“When their collaboration progresses, the South Sea Kingdom could also join in, achieving win-win cooperation!”

In response, Jason merely offered a polite, albeit awkward, smile.

Next move, huh? You make it sound so real!

It’s worth noting, countless people have tried over the years to deepen their relationship with the Church on the Western Continent, but ultimately with no progress.

Why should Roy, a mere knight of a kingdom, be able to sway the Church’s attitude?!

Do you really think the maid by Roy’s side is a saint?! Beyond that, he could hardly imagine the Church bending to a mere knight!

The absurd thought sprang to mind, and even Jason couldn’t help but laugh at it.