I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 864

Chapter 77: You’ve Worked Hard

In wartime, celebrations are meant to boost morale, not indulge in wild revelry, so they can’t possibly last too long.

“Why hasn’t Lord Roy shown his face at the banquet?”

“Right? Even the princess is distracted; it’s obvious she’s feeling lonely!”

A few classmates from different factions teased, and Roy could only smile awkwardly, feeling helpless.

Given his current status, being absent from the banquet naturally left the knights feeling disappointed.

But what bothered Roy even more was another matter.

The banquet’s star, the dragon-slaying princess, had already left.

This is a problem.

As a sworn knight, to flake out at such an event, Roy could already imagine the furious expression of that princess aiming directly at him.

As he looked around for Charlotte’s figure, a lively catgirl with black hair bounced over.

Perfect timing!

Just as Roy was about to ask where Charlotte went, Choco beat him to it with a bombshell of info.

In front of all the noble guests, she shouted, “Young master! The princess says she’s waiting for you in the bedroom; hurry up and go!”

Thanks a lot, Choco!

While I appreciate the message, could you at least be mindful of the occasion? Forget Charlotte’s shy demeanor; I’m about to embarrass myself here!

Choco’s social awkwardness made Roy’s eyes roll back in his head.

The crowd around them seemed to have an unspoken understanding, quickly dispersing and avoiding any further interruptions.

Feeling utterly exposed, Roy made a hasty retreat.

Inside the castle, following a somewhat blurry memory, he made his way up. Along the way, the maids not only didn’t stop him but cheerfully pointed the way, leading him to Charlotte’s bedroom.

“Well then, we’ll take our leave.”

The maids, blushing for some reason and unusually excited, backed off, leaving Roy speechless.

Why does it feel like I’m being summoned by the king as his little treasured wife?

Maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor, Roy knocked on the door. When he heard a “come in” from inside, he felt relieved and pushed the door open.

The night was calm, illuminated by the gentle moonlight. The room didn’t even have a single candle lit, but the fiery long hair inside was vibrant enough, resembling a warm flame flowing in the pitch-black night.

During wartime, even the princess doesn’t cling to extravagance and luxury.

Her tattered cloak and black silk were carelessly tossed aside. Charlotte wore the simplest white nightgown, arms crossed, bare feet, turning to look out at the night.

Without turning back, Charlotte complained, “Where have you been?”

“I was just saying hi to Uncle Rob, sorry for taking a bit longer and missing your celebration.”

“Hmph, your old man shouldn’t take that long, right?”

Let’s not forget he’s a king; at least show some respect for the family hierarchy, come on!

Roy smiled wryly as he continued, “I also went to make some preparations related to my extraordinary power.”

“After all, the war isn’t over, and the more cards I have up my sleeve, the better.”

At this, Charlotte finally turned her head, her tone softening as she quietly mumbled, “Well, if you’re busy with important stuff, then it can’t be helped.”

Seeing her expression lighten, Roy boldly moved closer, instinctively resting his hand on her delicate shoulder.

However, Charlotte gently shrugged him off, her fiery red eyes glaring back at him: “But you’re done with work now, right?”

“Busy is busy, but being absent is still being absent; don’t think it’s all fine just because of that!”

With a serious face, Charlotte pointed toward her bed: “Come here!”

“Uh?”

“What are you hesitating for? Come lie down!”

Roy obediently complied.

The princess’s pink bed emitted a warm, inviting fragrance, and being there while Charlotte looked down at him made Roy a bit flustered.

Let’s be real, Charlotte is now level 4! That’s literally a dragon rending killer. If she wanted to act like a domineering princess right now, Roy might not stand a chance!

Forget it, he felt guilty about being late, so no matter what she wanted, he’d just have to put up with it.

But just as Roy timidly closed his eyes, waiting for the princess’s reprimand, a warm, fragrant embrace melted away all his anxieties.

Soft as a gentle breeze, her arms wrapped tightly around him, and through the loose, delicate nightgown, he felt the slender yet exquisite touch of the girl, along with a heartbeat that spoke volumes.

The little head buried in his shoulder stirred slightly, releasing a soft, ambiguous hum that was utterly different from before.

“Don’t, don’t think this means everything’s fine.”

“Don’t move. I won’t let go until I feel satisfied.”

Savoring the lovely scent of her hair, Roy fought back his laughter: “Sure.”

This level of punishment? Bring it on! If anything, he didn’t want to let go.

Charlotte seemed genuinely tired.

Sinking into his embrace, she soon began to close her eyes, her slim waist gently drooping, and her breath slowed, her tight body transforming into a warm puddle.

Forget the royal fame and the admiration of her people; that fierce, dragon-slaying princess had turned into a lazy, clingy, cute little cat, nestled against him, seeking refuge.

Thinking he might be her only sanctuary to show her softer side, Roy felt both honored and a bit pained.

Roy gently stroked the girl’s shoulder.

Under the healing of holy water, her once-corroded skin had healed completely, radiating a soft blush and delicate to the touch.

But more than her wounds, the burden she bore was far heavier.

With him absent these days, King Rob had been seriously injured. Charlotte had to shoulder the weight of the princess all alone, with nowhere to vent her hardships.

The great feat of dragon slaying, the heroic acts to save the kingdom, the praise from all around had overflowed.

So, as her knight, Roy didn’t want to add to the compliments she was already sick of hearing.

“Charlotte, you’ve worked hard.” Roy hugged her waist, lovingly kissing her soft red hair.

“… I was just fulfilling my responsibilities as royalty.”

“I know. But holding the kingdom together, maintaining the capital, and even defeating the Seven Great Dragons, that’s more than enough for royalty to be impressive. You really have worked hard.”

Charlotte’s lips twitched slightly; this time, she did not push back or argue, desperately trying to contain a smile that slowly formed.

“Don’t just talk about me; you’re not so bad, either.”

“I heard from your brother that you almost defeated the Frost Giant? Nice job, as expected of a knight.” She poked Roy’s chest, her tone upbeat.

But Roy could only smile bitterly and shake his head: “Compared to you, it’s nothing.”

“After all, you defeated the Corroding Wing Dragon all on your own.”

If they had continued fighting, he could only manage a mutual destruction with the Frost Giant. Sure, it’s an impressive feat for level 5, but next to the real dragon-slayer, Roy couldn’t take pride in it.

Especially since he had also faced the Corroding Wing Dragon and knew just how terrifying its strength was.

Who would’ve thought that Charlotte would lift her head and gaze directly at him, saying, “That being said, I couldn’t have done it without you.”