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

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“What’s wrong??” The sight of the girl on the verge of tears pained Roy deeply, even stirring a hint of murderous intent.

If some reckless thug had dared to offend Alice, he wouldn’t mind playing the role of a ‘bad young master’.

But upon closer inspection, Roy was puzzled.

She didn’t seem like she had been bullied?

“Master, you didn’t come back for so long, I thought…”

A vague sobbing came from his embrace. Even though it wasn’t clear, Roy guessed the meaning behind the girl’s words and couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Surely not?

He had only been gone for ten minutes.

So, this child was that afraid of being alone.

Roy said nothing, just gently stroked the girl’s head as if she were the most precious treasure in the world, soothing her unease.

Alice found her courage, and in that moment, she poured out all her swirling thoughts.

“I know, whether it’s my appearance or my status, I’ve never been special.”

“Even today, there were so many things I didn’t do well, so many things I don’t understand. As a personal maid, I should make my master happy…”

The girl’s tearful words spilled out like pearls off a string, bringing both comfort and heartache to Roy.

After a long silence, Roy couldn’t help but

“Ugh, but…….” Alice blinked her slightly reddened eyelids, momentarily unable to respond.

She thought she hadn’t done well. Wasn’t it supposed to be like that?

“Since you’re my maid, you should be more confident!”

The inheritor of the angelic bloodline, the future Saint Girl, bore so many halos, and if she was still self-conscious, others wouldn’t even be alive?

“Besides, your worries are unnecessary! In fact, today’s appointment has made me very happy!”

Roy’s palm slid down to caress Alice’s soft, white face, gazing at her blue eyes, which were veiled in mist, and promised her in the moonlight: “You’re the maid I’ve chosen, and I’ll never abandon you.”

“You’re special to me in my heart.”

Alice’s pupils shrank, and she was completely immersed in this moment.

The silver moonlight, the crisp evening wind, and the distant commotion all froze in this instant.

But the flutter in her chest was so warm, agitated, and couldn’t be stopped.

You’re special to me in my heart.

This was a promise made by her master with his own mouth.

There was no magical contract, just a verbal promise, but it was enough for Alice.

She didn’t believe herself, but she was willing to believe her master.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I also bought you a gift.”

Seeing Roy lift up his other hand, Alice finally noticed what was in his hand.

It was a soft, golden-haired puppy toy, crafted with intricate details.

Roy had rushed to buy this on the way, as the boss was about to close the store, but Roy’s ability to pay allowed him to buy it in time.

“Sorry, I was thinking of buying quickly and left you alone here.” Roy couldn’t help but feel apologetic.

“No need to apologize, even if I’m lonely, I’ll always wait for my master to come back.” Alice lifted her head, speaking straightforwardly.

Roy’s smile twitched again.

Hearing the girl say such a heavy phrase so straightforwardly only deepened the sense of guilt in his heart.

“How do you like it?” Roy handed the toy to Alice’s arms.

Alice lifted the puppy toy, gazed at it for a while, and Roy was reminded of the adorable scene of the girl and the little puppy looking at each other in the pet store.

Subsequently, Alice cherished the toy, gently rubbing her cheek against it.

The blue eyes, veiled in mist, glanced in Roy’s direction, and her refined, beautiful face showed a faint pink blush, the golden-haired girl’s lips curling into a gentle but definite arc.

“I like it very much.”

【Affection +500】

There was nothing that made Roy happier than Alice’s happiness, and even the display of affection level increase couldn’t divert his gaze from the girl for a moment.

“Shall we go home then?”

Alice hesitated for a moment, then suddenly spoke up, “Master said, I will always be special?”

“Of course.”

“Then, may I do something special?”

Roy’s breath hitched, a wave of inexplicable nervousness washed over him, but before he could think, he had already replied, “Of course you can.”

Alice, clutching her little dog doll, buried half her face in it, her gaze slightly heavy, tiptoeing, hesitated for a while, before she finally made up her mind.

“Alice, may I hold Master’s hand?”

Roy was taken aback, then couldn’t help but chuckle, “For something of that level, you can do it anytime.”

For a split second, he thought the girl was going to ask for something much bigger.

But Alice’s eyes were brimming with uncontainable joy.

So, this level of request was acceptable?

She felt once again that she truly was special to her master.

Since meeting Roy, everything had been so wonderful, making her doubt time and again, if this was a dream she would eventually wake from.

But now it was different.

Even if it was a dream, she didn’t want to let go.

Whether it was Charlotte Lainhart or anyone else, she didn’t want to compromise anymore.

Alice mustered her courage, slowly extended her fingertips, hooked onto Roy’s finger, and pressed her little hand against his.

Such a small warmth was immensely precious to the girl.

Alice, with one hand holding the doll and the other holding Roy’s, walked gracefully, crossing the moonlight, came before Roy, looked back, and softly called, “Master, let’s go home.”

“Mhm.”

The master and servant, one after the other, stepped into the tranquil night, heading in the direction of home.

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Back in her own bedroom, changed into her nightgown, Alice recorded everything of the day in her diary.

Only, this time, the diary wasn’t so mechanical.

Trying on new clothes, tasting pancakes, aimlessly wandering under the streets, even the somewhat lonely, anxious time spent apart from Roy, in retrospect, was all so warm.

With every word that fell, the girl’s heartstrings quivered, her delicate, fair bare feet joyfully swayed under the table.

Perhaps, this is what a diary is meant for.

Right, the master also gave her a little dog doll.

Halfway through writing, Alice lifted her head, looked at the little dog doll on the table, took it into her arms, and gazed at it.

So cute.

Previously, Alice did not understand the meaning of this word, but now she does.

Puppy = Cute.

Is that how she appears in her master’s eyes?

Alice hopes so.

With this thought, Alice picks up her quill again and concludes today’s diary with this line.

[I want to be the master’s puppy.]

“Woof.”