As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine

11

Special.

What does it mean to be special?

Ailis didn’t understand, but the waves in her heart had transformed into an unbearable impulse.

“‘The master is special to me!'”

By the time she realized what she was saying, the words had already slipped out.

“‘The master is gentle and handsome, and treats me so well, so I want to say…’ Ailis was nervously spilling out this unbearable impulse, but didn’t know how to express it, and her voice gradually grew smaller.

She had never experienced such a tremor before; it was still too difficult for Ailis to understand at this moment.

In the end, she could only weakly look at Lui and repeat once more: “‘The master is special to me.'”

“That’s truly an honor.” Lui happily raised the corners of his mouth.

Although she didn’t quite understand, she must be very important in Ailis’s eyes.

As it was, Ailis was a slow-witted and rigid girl, like a wooden stick, who often got frustrated with those harem girls.

For Ailis, willing to actively express her feelings was already a significant progress.

Now, ‘that thing’ might be possible.

“Ailis, since you also think I’m special, can I do something special for you?”

“Special things?” Ailis cocked her head to the side.

“No, only when both parties think the other is special can they do things like that!” Lui emphasized seriously.

Ailis’s small head opened a storm.

Based on what she had seen at the tavern, special things between drunk men and women…

Hand in hand, lips on lips.

Ah, but there were also men who, after drinking, would bury their faces in their girlfriends’ chests and thighs.

Oh, could she do that?

Well, she could at least squeeze her chest, or maybe.

No, since the master had made a request, as a maid, she had to satisfy him!

Ailis’s eyes became resolute, and she puffed out her meager chest: “Ailis is the master’s property. Please, master, feel free!”

“That’s fine with me.”

Lui took a deep breath, revealing a slight wicked smile.

He had been thinking of doing this for a long time!

Lui stretched out his sinful hand towards the golden-haired little maid in front of him.

Then it fell onto the girl’s fluffy head.

“?”

Ailis, who had expected to be assaulted, was plunged into confusion.

But Lui was lost in the soft golden hair, completely absorbed.

He finally stroked the angelic golden fur he had longed for in his dreams!

Alice’s hair leaned towards platinum blonde, amidst the faint sunlight, a hazy mix of white. Holy, beautiful, and dreamlike.

The touch surpassed Roy’s imagination, soft with a gentle warmth, like a warm stream that one couldn’t stop flowing through their fingers once they started.

“Master, is this enough?” Alice asked with half-closed eyes.

“Yes, this is enough!”

What’s the meaning of just this?

Alice didn’t quite understand, but seeing Roy’s smile brimming with happiness, she didn’t ask further, content to quietly feel the tender consolation filled with compassion atop her head.

As if her soul too was being soothed by her master.

Alice’s gaze softened, and quietly, proactively, she nuzzled into the palm of Roy’s hand.

This feeling, it wasn’t bad.

【Affection +1, +1, +1…】

Could stroking angelic fur also increase affection?!

Roy was immersed in double the joy, stroking with even more vigor.

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Roy went through another day of his tranquil routine, until this day, the Marquis’ mansion was brightly lit.

All because the true master of the estate, the “Iron-blooded” Marquis of the Ainsworth family, Karl Ainsworth, was to return in triumph today.

Speaking of Karl, he was a living legend.

Years ago, when the dragon race stirred up war, the former king fell in battle, and the kingdom’s army crumbled before the mighty dragons, the Lionheart Kingdom faced near annihilation.

Until the then prince, Robert Reinhardt, sounded the call to counterattack, gathering the remaining nobility to strike back.

And Karl Ainsworth was the first knight to answer Robert’s call.

He was also the only one who, after enduring trials of blood and fire with Robert, from the “Wrath of the Wildfire” battle, faced the fire dragon and was fortunate enough to survive.

Such a hero, yet he declined the position of founding duke, choosing to retire to the frontier. His noble character, not seeking fame or glory, earned him the respect of being called the knight among knights.

To be honest, Roy didn’t feel much for his own father, but he still held a measure of respect.

Moreover, as he would have to act as the son of a marquis in the future, he had to maintain a good relationship with Karl no matter what.

So tonight, Roy took the initiative to come to the front of the Marquis’ mansion, along with a group of knights, waiting for his father’s return.

At some point, faint cheers could be heard from the distant town.

Not long after, a striking meteor streaked across the night sky.

A grey griffin descended from the night, and the knights beside Roy looked at it with admiring eyes.

The rider on the griffin landed gracefully, composed and full of poise.

Karl was not particularly tall, but he was robust enough. Middle-aged, his eyes bore the marks of time, and his hair, though grey, was thinning.

Yet his handsomeness had not diminished over the years.

Clad in knightly armor, topped with a stylish cloak, he dazzled like a hero knight straight out of an adventure epic.

It could be said that ‘Bad Boy Roy’ inherited nothing else, but his good looks certainly didn’t falter.

They say men are like wine, better with age, and even Roy had to admit, this was a handsome older man.

“Father, welcome back. You must be tired from the journey.”

The handsome man’s eyes twitched, betraying a hint of surprise.

He couldn’t remember the last time Roy had welcomed him.

“It’s nothing, just fulfilling the duty of a knight.”

“It seems those border beasts were no match for you, Father.”

“……”

Carl was momentarily at a loss for words.

The Iron-Blooded Marquis, a knight among knights, a founding hero…

People often only see these halos, yet they don’t know that privately, Carl is just a beleaguered old father.

Carl’s wife passed away young, and the overly devoted Carl had no desire to start a new relationship, leaving only Roy as his son.

It could be said that the bloodline of the Ainsbrad family rested solely on Roy.

Yet this son turned out to be… a worthless scoundrel.

Being talentless and having a vile character would be bad enough on their own, but he had to go and have both!

Of course, Carl acknowledged his own part in this.

Over the years, although the kingdom’s political situation was stable, there were frequent disturbances by magical beasts and cults near the borders. Carl, waging wars abroad, rarely returned home, thus neglecting his son’s upbringing.

Roy turned out this way, largely due to him.

Despite Roy’s bravery abroad, when it came to the child left by his deceased wife, he couldn’t bear to scold or punish him—mainly for fear of losing control and killing him.

But as an old father, how could Carl not wish to see his son turn over a new leaf?!

“Father, I’ve already ordered dinner to be prepared… Father?”

Roy, puzzled, turned back, only to see Carl standing still, gazing up at a 45-degree angle, not following.

“It’s nothing, just got something in my eye.”