I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 94

Chapter 91: A Sticky Situation

Alice welcomed Anya into the tent and had her sit on the bed. The girl wanted to pour some tea but was stopped by Anya, who claimed to be injured.

To Anya, this kid was great in every way, but she was pushing herself too hard.

At this age, she should really be a bit greedier.

Especially when it comes to feelings.

Although their personalities differed, Anya somehow saw her past self in Alice’s emotions, which made her want to do something for this kid.

Anya watched Alice’s reaction and said softly, “So, Roy seems to be getting along well with that princess, huh?”

Alice, as calm as ever, replied, “Yeah, they even promised to dance together.”

“Oh dear, the princess is both beautiful and noble. I hope the young master won’t get whisked away so easily,” Anya exaggerated with a sigh.

Alice paused for a moment, her little head not quite understanding: “Whisked away?”

“I mean, in a romantic sense,” Anya explained with a laugh, “Think about it: a single man and woman, a candlelit ball, if something happens between them, it wouldn’t be surprising.”

However, Alice’s next question left her momentarily speechless.

“What happens?”

“Uh, those things between men and women.”

“…Which things?”

“Just…” Anya suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

She almost forgot that Alice hadn’t been to school; despite her efforts to learn some cultural knowledge, she was still clueless about many basic concepts.

After all, no textbook teaches how to fall in love.

Anya even doubted that this kid understood what love was.

Fortunately, Alice tilted her head and suddenly had a lightbulb moment: “I get it.”

“Are you saying it’s about the sexual stuff between men and women?”

“Ahem!” The usually composed Anya nearly choked at the girl’s curious phrasing.

“Uh, not exactly, but if the princess and the young master did that sort of thing, what would you do? Wouldn’t you feel uncomfortable?”

Upon hearing this, confusion flickered in Alice’s clear eyes: “Nothing, I guess.”

“As a maid, it’s my duty to support my master’s happiness,” she said earnestly.

“But…”

“As long as I can be by my master’s side, Alice would be very happy,” Alice said, placing her hand on her chest, closing her eyes with a gentle smile, as if surrounded by soft light, creating a beautiful and dreamy atmosphere in the dim tent.

Like a holy angel seeking no reward.

Watching Alice’s pure, lake-like gaze, Anya felt a bit shaken.

Well, Alice probably didn’t even understand what love meant right now.

Even if she rushed to play matchmaker, it probably wouldn’t help.

Sigh, she only hoped the young master wouldn’t forget his maid because of the princess…

“Captain! We have an emergency!”

A voice called from outside the tent.

Anya shot Alice an apologetic glance: “Sorry, it seems I can’t stay with you tonight.”

“It’s okay, please go handle your business, Anya. Alice will be fine alone,” Alice replied obediently.

Once Anya left, the huge tent was silent, leaving her all by herself.

Despite the noise and clamor of soldiers outside, Alice felt the air was eerily quiet.

She lay on her side, staring at the little dog plush by her pillow, suddenly feeling sorry for it.

“If only my master could dance with the princess as he wishes…”

Every night, Alice prayed for Roy’s wishes to come true, picturing the beautiful image of them dancing gorgeously at the grand ball.

However, tonight she suddenly thought of the things Anya mentioned.

The romantic things between men and women.

Alice had never seen such acts but had read about them. There were even explanations at the auction.

Later, under Anya’s tutoring, she learned that it was an act that could only happen when both parties had the same desire; it was a beautiful thing.

The princess was stunning. If she wanted to do such things with her master, he surely wouldn’t refuse.

But he had refused her at that time.

It was only natural for a maid to feel joy in her master’s wishes.

It was supposed to be natural…

Yet, why did it feel so painful in her chest when she thought about them doing that…?

Was this what they called loneliness? But she was determined to endure it to become stronger and help her master.

With a strange, sour feeling like rotten lemons, Alice hugged the little dog plush tightly and closed her eyes, feeling ever so lonely—

Just then, a terrified scream echoed from outside the tent.

Alice instantly opened her eyes, grabbed the steel sword by her bed, and dashed out of the tent.

The once orderly camp was thrown into chaos. Just as Alice was about to ask what happened, she realized the brave soldiers were staring incredulously at the night sky with fear written all over their faces.

Following their gaze, Alice looked up and her pupils dilated.

Even the girl who had faced the dragon blood battle without flinching was now feeling her scalp tingle, shocked to the point of forgetting to breathe.

The night sky was ablaze.

Swarming dragons, like locusts, writhed in flames, covering the entire sky.

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Meanwhile, in Lionheart City.

The meeting was taking longer than Roy had anticipated.

Even as the banquet broke up, the urgent meetings among the nobles showed no signs of ending.

An unsettling atmosphere spread among the nobles. Roy asked a few somewhat approachable peers for information but found they didn’t know much more than he did.

This only made Roy more anxious.

He had always thought being a noble second-generation was carefree and easy, but now he felt frustrated being treated like a kid, kept in the dark about everything.

Roy could only return to his mansion to get some sleep.

By the next morning, he woke up early but saw that Carl still hadn’t come back.

Just when he was getting dressed, ready to head to the palace again, Carl finally returned.

The Ironblood Marquis wore a grave expression, his eyes locked in an unfathomable blood-red gaze, looking terrifying enough to momentarily stun Roy.

Carl was always gentle. It was only then that Roy recalled the title Ironblood was no empty boast and recognized how serious the situation was.

Choc and Vanilla, the two cat girls, were so startled they couldn’t come out, hiding behind Roy.

“Father? You scared them.”

“Sorry, I’m just a bit tired.” Carl pinched the bridge of his nose, managing a wry smile as he finally reined in his killing intent.

“Welcome back, Lord… um… back, back…”

Vanilla, still frightened, didn’t dare speak, a puff of white fur exploded like a cotton ball.

Choc, trying to gather her courage to pour tea for Carl, wore an expression like she was on death row.

If Roy didn’t know that the two acted more as bodyguards than maids, he wouldn’t have any idea why Carl had hired them.

Seeing this, Roy couldn’t bear it anymore. He waved away the two trembling cat girls and poured tea for Carl himself, placing it on the coffee table.

“Thank you.” Carl accepted the cup, took a sip, and his expression softened considerably.

“Have you had breakfast, Father?”

“Not yet, I need to go to the palace soon, so you’ll come with me.”

“What’s the situation?” Roy asked, barely able to contain his curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Carl let out a long sigh.

“Last night, urgent reports came in from all the borders about dragon disturbances.”

“The situation is trickier than any of us anticipated.”