As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

"Alice understands."

The little maid never had any objection to his decisions.

But the next sentence made Roy stunned.

"This time, please bring Alice with you."

"Ugh?"

"Alice is already Sequence 7. She should be able to help the Master."

Faced with the little maid's solemn request, Roy smiled bitterly.

That's right, the little maid is already at Sequence 7. Considering her special bloodline and combat capabilities, she won't be easily defeated even against an average Sequence 6. If she encounters an opponent that is restrained by Holy Light, she may even have a chance to counterattack and kill the opponent.

Considering efficiency, maybe we should bring her along.

But that's generally speaking.

If Roy were to fight monsters or go on an adventure, he would of course bring her along.

However, the danger of the rebellious node is uncontrollable and unpredictable.

Alice is currently far from being able to deal with that kind of danger.

At least, we have to wait until she truly becomes a saint, right?

Roy said casually to the girl opposite him, "No need, just stay and wait at home."

Alice's eyes trembled, but she remembered that a maid shouldn't go against her master's wishes. She opened her mouth and hesitated for a long time, and finally said weakly: "But, Alice, I want to help the master..."

"Of course you're helping."

"Ugh?"

Looking at the little maid, who looked slightly confused and tilted her head, Roy couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's precisely because Alice is watching over the house that I can rest assured when I'm out there."

Every time Roy thought of the little maid waiting for him at home, he felt warm and could not fall outside. In the moment of life and death, he held on to hope, strengthened his faith, and found strength.

"So don't worry, I promise you, no matter what happens, I will be back."

Roy reached out and ruffled the fuzzy blond hair affectionately.

Alice squinted her eyes hazily and hummed softly. She felt the worries in her heart dissipate little by little under the other person's touch.

She never doubted her master's promise.

Chapter 99 Roy is Tired

Be it the fate-defying node or the flames of war among demons, the death battle in the desert seems like something from another world far away.

The so-called vacation is to relax the body and mind...

Rather than making great achievements on the battlefield, Roy would rather spend his days lazily enjoying the sea breeze like he does now.

But just when he was indulging in playing badly, a somewhat arrogant voice of praise came from his ears, waking Roy from his sleepiness.

"I heard you performed well this time, my knight."

Roy opened his eyes slightly and found that the red-haired princess was sitting next to him. Her sitting posture was relatively straight, but her eyes under her thick eyelashes were flashing with a certain expectation, and they drifted towards him from time to time.

"First, you defeated the Flame Demon, then you killed the leader of the Dark Demons. You even made the Kingdom of Golden Sands and the Magician's Society respect you as the commander-in-chief. This is the limelight that my kingdom's knights deserve!"

"If you're talking about the limelight, Charlotte isn't bad either. I heard Ifrit didn't get the upper hand from you either."

The primordial fire can be said to be the pinnacle of all fires in the world. Whether it is the dragon clan's firewood flame or the demon clan's magic flame, they are slightly inferior to it.

The mighty Fire Demon failed to gain an advantage in playing with fire twice. Thinking of this, Roy felt a little sorry for him.

Roy's praise raised the corners of Charlotte's mouth, but the girl still forced a stern face and rolled her eyes at him: "Hmph, how dare you say that? As a knight, you order the princess around. You're quite courageous."

When it comes to this, Roy himself feels guilty.

The various forces in Viszea have never been a monolithic entity. The Lionheart Kingdom was severely damaged after the war against the dragon. Charlotte was still able to lead a group of griffin knights to come to the rescue, mainly for her own sake.

Roy was naturally grateful for this. "Don't I just trust Your Highness, the Mighty Princess? At that time, only you could save the Golden Sands Fortress and safeguard peace in the human world."

"So, you acknowledge my contribution?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows.

"Isn't that right?"

"In that case, according to the kingdom's custom, we should also reward people according to their merits, right?"

"......ah?"

Roy suddenly felt that the topic was going in the wrong direction.

No, you're the princess and I'm the knight. Who's rewarding whom? How can you ask for a reward from your own men?

"Ahem, of course, I don't care about material possessions. However, as the commander-in-chief of our camp, shouldn't you also express your gratitude for your support this time?"

Charlotte's eyes were a little vague, and her voice was as soft as a wind chime at this moment: "For example, come to my room tonight."

The huge villa was so quiet for a moment that only the sea breeze could be heard.

The elf girl lowered her arms, the brown-haired witch suddenly looked up, and even the blonde girl who was making tea beside her stopped what she was doing.

Roy suddenly opened his eyes, no longer sleepy. Looking at the red-haired girl pinching the ends of her hair with a meaningful look, he felt both angry and amused.

So you went through all this trouble just to ask for public food?!

However, it is not so easy for Charlotte to succeed.

"Wait, wait, wait, let's pause for a moment, okay?"

A graceful figure, as light as the wind, suddenly appeared and hugged him from behind. The heavy weight fell on Roy, and he immediately felt a huge pressure.

The elf girl pouted, looking very unhappy: "Charlotte, we agreed on a competition, and you sneaked away?"

"What do you mean by sneaking out? Whoever defeats Ifrit can go on a date with Roy first. I contributed the most in that battle, so I should have gone first!" The princess, who had been a little shy just now, seemed very confident in front of her rival.

This made Nia laugh out loud.

"What do you mean you put in the most effort? Isn't it just a fistfight with a demon? It's obviously me who puts in the most effort, right?!"

"Without my direct suppression, how would you have had a chance to make a comeback with your two moves? Honestly, even if I don't have any credit, I've definitely worked hard!"

At some point, the golden-haired Saint came over, looking at him with sparkling eyes, and said, "Master, Alice also performed well. She even used high-level power to cut off a wing of the Flame Demon."

"Oh, I heard that. It's amazing."

Rubbing the girl's soft golden hair, the Saint immediately revealed a smile warmer than the southern sunshine.

If the warriors of the Golden Sands Fortress saw the Paladin showing such a cute expression after he slew the fire demon with his sword and swept across the battlefield that day, they would probably be shocked.

Unfortunately, this scene did not last long, and the master and servant were pulled apart by two jealous girls.

"That's enough! It was me who withstood the Flame Demon's firepower and made the greatest contribution to this battle!"

"No, I slashed so many times with my sword, but you pretended not to see it, didn't you? I made the biggest contribution!"

The blonde girl raised her hand weakly, with a hint of stubbornness: "But Alice is the one who decides the outcome in the end. According to your bet, it is only natural that Alice should serve the master first..."

"As it should be, what the hell? You didn't even say you wanted to join the bet, right?!" Charlotte and Nia couldn't help but complain in unison.

Roy was really overwhelmed as he was caught in the middle of three parties.

Moreover, he had some unspeakable secrets at the moment, so it was difficult for him to satisfy their desires.

Mr. Viscount, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid they will make more trouble than you imagined...

But at this moment, a frivolous laugh came from the side.

"I can't stand it. These impatient little sisters are so noisy."

"You talk as if you don't care. If you have the guts, don't touch it." Charlotte glared back.

Lyanna was not to be outdone, and she spoke out a decisive blow: "Why? Because you have the smallest breasts?"

"You meow?!"

The princess, who was attacked, immediately stood up and flaming cat ears sprouted from her head.

But now Lyanna was not afraid at all. She leisurely stood up from the recliner, and her skin was covered with beautiful golden snake scales.

The remaining soul of Mobius has been destroyed. It does not possess any demonic energy and is the true mythical creature form of the Earth Mother, the Serpent King Mobius.

As the two confronted each other, the elf girl's hand reached out dishonestly for Roy's chest, but the blonde girl stepped in and blocked her way, opening her arms expressionlessly, like a loyal dog defending her master.

Even Roy himself hadn't expected to feel so calm at this point. He even felt that this was common sense, a familiar scene from his memory.

However, now he will not lose his composure because of such a small disturbance.

Ignoring everyone, Roy walked to the balcony and looked at the distant coast at a 45-degree angle, with a hint of sadness and calmness on his face.

"Sorry, guys, not today."

"I'm not targeting any one person, I'm just talking about all of you."

"I'm a little tired today. I just want to have a good rest tonight, okay?"

Looking at the young man's face which was full of fatigue and looked like a pool of stagnant water, Charlotte and the others looked at each other, but they could not make any more trouble.

Chapter 25: Civil War Breaks Out

Although he was mentally prepared, the old imperial general was still frightened when he confirmed with his own eyes that the terrifying high-level aura came from Jon Snow.

In that era when heroes emerged in large numbers, high-ranking warriors were not uncommon. However, a high-ranking Golden Bloodline was a completely different concept.

That is a truly mythical creature.

Glancing at the dying prince, the old general breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the royal family's protective treasure [Ice Mirror Substitute] is well-deserved, otherwise Hal would have been deader when facing a higher-level one with the same bloodline.

But before he could finish his breath, his heart tightened.

Jon Snow acted as if he didn't see him, raised his hand and blew an icy wind towards Hal.

"Don't think about it!"

The old general drew his sword, protecting the prince from the saint. Silver blade light circled upward, colliding with the icy wind. Blade light and shards of ice shattered everywhere, shattering the surrounding blood-red roses into wisps of enchanting crimson ice crystals.

"Snow Andrews! How dare you attack the royal family? Are you crazy? Do you really want to ignite the war between the border and the royal family with your own hands, disregarding the safety of the people of the Empire?!"

It would have been better if the old general hadn't said it, but once he said it, he successfully attracted Jon Snow's cold and murderous eyes.

"Is this just a polite remark, or is it sincere?"

"I originally thought General Silver Blade was simply being forced to do so, but if he truly meant it..."

"A lackey of the royal family, are you worthy?"

The strong have their own dignity.

The old man's expression darkened, and his aura surged, forcing him to dispel the cold wind that was blowing in his face.

"Even your father wouldn't dare to disrespect me like that."

"It's obvious that you don't deserve his respect, nor mine."

The mere confrontation between the high-level beings caused a dramatic change in the situation. The Silver Plain, which had originally had a relatively stable climate, seemed to have fallen into the era of the First Age when mythological races dominated the world in an instant.

"You were the first to be ungrateful and betray my family and even the entire border! General, there are only two outcomes waiting for you now."

"Either you win, and I swear, that will happen only when every drop of blood of the Border People is shed."

"And you'd better pray that this won't be another ending—from this dog to the woman on the throne, I will personally make all the culprits of the crimes from nineteen years ago to the present pay with blood!"

Although he was obviously stronger, he was still stared at by those cold eyes full of murderous intent. Even a famous general was frightened and dared not reply.

Because he understood that, unlike the half-baked prince, the Duchess's threat was no joke.

She has the determination and the ability.

The Countess and Countess, the soldiers and civilians of the town, every pair of eyes showed the same determination as their Lord Duke.

Maybe I should kill this woman now.

But when he looked at the prince lying like a dead dog in the corner, the old general could only sigh.

If a real fight breaks out, the old general is confident that he can capture Jon Snow, but a fight between high-ranking officials is enough to easily raze the entire town to the ground. In that case, His Royal Highness the Prince will surely die.

Looking at the rich lady wrapped in a blanket behind Jon Snow, and the local nobles and people who had been rescued, the general suddenly realized.