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

"Alas, you never listen to me when it comes to your own affairs. You're not obedient at all." Roy smiled bitterly as he supported the weak boy.

Unexpectedly, the other party narrowed his eyes and stared at him, asking indifferently: "Master, do you have the right to teach Alice a lesson?"

"As a knight, yet he was disrespectful to the princess in broad daylight. The master is the one who was disobedient."

......I am speechless!

Just as Roy was feeling embarrassed, several children came running over.

"Wow! Look, it's the real Saint Lady!"

"But who is the person next to him?"

"Idiot! That's our dragon slayer! He's the one who defeated the dragon villain! He's so awesome!"

Unlike the usual praise from knights and nobles, the praise from children was often more genuine, which made Roy feel proud and a little embarrassed.

"But why are they hugging each other?"

"Fool! The Knight is not only a sworn knight, but also the Saint's bodyguard!"

"I see... Huh? But guards can hug and cuddle? Didn't the Knight already propose to Your Highness?"

“…Yeah. Why?!”

The children were engaged in a heated discussion.

Alice's expression became colder and colder because of their words.

"Alice, I forgot that the master proposed to Charlotte. That's great."

Listening to the girl's emotion without any intonation, even Roy felt a chill in his heart.

The power of children's words was so strong that Roy was not embarrassed but scared, and quickly fled the scene with Alice.

After finishing today's trip and returning to the church, it was already late and the moonlight was setting.

Along the way, Alice didn't say much, like a lifeless sculpture.

Even colder than sculpture.

Because sculptures don't deliberately look away.

Roy was also somewhat helpless about this. After all, he was in the wrong first and there was no way to explain it.

They had always gotten along so gently that Roy almost forgot that Alice was essentially a cold-hearted girl. She wouldn't make a fuss when she was in a bad mood, but that made her difficult to deal with.

Maybe the kid should be left alone.

"You've worked hard today. Go back and rest early. I'll be leaving first too."

Roy got out of the carriage and said goodbye.

But just as he turned to leave, the girl raised her white wrist and weakly grabbed his collar.

Noticing something slightly strange, Roy turned around and saw the girl looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

The night was unusually quiet, making the girl's aggrieved whispers particularly clear.

"Do you want to go back with her?"

Roy was stunned for a moment, then smiled back and took the cautious hand.

"Do you want me to stay?"

After nodding slightly like a little animal, Alice got off the carriage lightly, then walked forward and took his arm, just like a little girl who didn't want to let go of her favorite toy, cherishing and clinging to it with extra care.

His cold face, which had remained calm all day, was now painted with a hint of secret joy by the hazy moonlight.

Chapter 106 You Have to Take It Off Properly

Originally, the Holy Light Church had very limited influence in the kingdom, and its church was very simple.

It was not until Alice became the Saint of White Harbor that the number of believers in the kingdom skyrocketed. Noble believers spared no expense in building churches throughout the kingdom. The church in the royal capital was also expanded and installed with a high-level barrier, thus becoming a shelter for the people of the royal capital.

At the same time, it also became the residence of the Saint of White Harbor.

The Saint's bedroom on the top floor was used for the first time since its construction.

The white and elegant decoration, the gentle and soothing incense, and the white fur blanket on the floor that feels soft even when you step on it barefoot, the moment you step into the bedroom, you will unconsciously relax your body and mind, as if your soul has been cleansed by the holy light, and you feel at ease and have no desires at all.

"Master, can Alice go take a shower first?"

"Of course you can. There's no need to ask me about such a small matter, right?"

The familiar name, the familiar quietness, the Saint of White Harbor was no longer cold, and turned back into the little maid Roy was familiar with.

After responding with a smile, Roy's smile gradually disappeared as he watched the white-robed saint walk into the bathroom in the room.

Preface withdrawn.

There is still a little bit of desire!

No matter how pure the room was, it couldn't hide the beauty around him, especially since the first time in his life was in such a room full of religious atmosphere. The church room, which should have made people cold, gave Roy an inexplicable sense of moral excitement.

Taking a shower right after returning home, could it be that Alice also wants to do that kind of thing...

Bah! Bah! That’s really annoying!

Girls have been busy all day, so even with the purification of holy light, they're bound to be stained with a little dust. What's wrong with a little washing?! Don't use your dirty thoughts to speculate about others!

The maid's mood had just improved a little, and Roy didn't want to touch her right away, as this would make him look too lustful and make her angry.

Besides, I have been fucked by a certain princess every day these days, and my waist is a little sore. I'd better be quiet tonight.

Thinking of this, Roy changed his coat and lay comfortably on the bed, deliberately controlling himself not to pay attention to the sound of waves in the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of water gradually died down.

"Master, is Alice done washing?"

"Ah."

"Master, do you want to wash?"

"want."

Roy didn't think he was too particular or too sloppy, but he still had to wash after sleeping in the same bed with a girl.

However, this is where the problem lies.

Time seems to have stood still.

After waiting for a long time, the maid didn't come out after changing her clothes. Roy asked curiously, "Aren't you coming out?"

"Master, won't you come in?"

"?"

Roy was at a loss all of a sudden.

Alice's affirmative voice came from the bathroom door: "As a maid, isn't it natural for me to serve my master in the bath?"

Only a cruel young man who treats maids as toys would do that, right?!

Roy scratched his head: "Don't force yourself to do that."

"I can wash it myself. Alice, go to bed early today."

Alice had been busy all day today, and although he had only been with her for the entire day, it was much easier than her. Roy wasn't lazy enough to ask the tired maid to come and serve him again.

However, the well-intentioned proposal was not accepted.

"Master... don't you like it?"

"Ugh?"

The girl's voice dropped so low that Roy could even imagine Alice across the door, her head lowered and her lips bitten in frustration. "Master, do you prefer someone like Charlotte?"

Roy was slightly startled.

Only then did he finally understand that the girl's coldness throughout the day was not caused by anger, but by sadness.

"I'm sorry, Alice saw it... But if Master prefers it that way, Alice can do whatever Charlotte can do, and it doesn't matter if Master is a little rough with Alice...?!"

The intermittent sorrow came to an abrupt end.

Because Roy had already pushed the door open and rushed into the bathroom. He ignored the moisture that wet his clothes and hugged the girl wrapped in a bath towel into his arms.

Alice is as holy and powerful as an angel, but beneath her cold appearance lies a heart that is more fragile and sensitive than anyone else. Like an angel, she is easily vulnerable to the filth of the mundane world.

But she is much better than before.

Whether she felt uneasy or sad, now she could at least muster up the courage and clumsily try to do something.

So, Roy also wanted to do something for her.

"you misunderstood."

"But, but..."

Hugging the anxiously searching girl, Roy whispered softly into her ear, "There's no such thing as liking someone more. Just like I like Charlotte, I like you too."

"So, you don't have to change anything. Alice, just be Alice."

"..."

As if chewing on happiness, Alice calmed down a little, closed her eyes, her lips stopped trembling, and a faint blush appeared on her porcelain-white face.

But soon, she murmured again, as if she was not at ease: "Master, are you really not comforting Alice?"

"no."

Roy was a little amused and was thinking about how to prove his feelings, but Alice had already come up with a plan.

"In that case, please prove it with your actions, Master."

“Alice…!”

Roy had no time to stop it.

The white bath towel hung down to the ankles.

The girl came close to him without any hesitation.

No matter how dense the water vapor is, it is only a formal cover and cannot hide the softness that belongs to Alice.

Even though Roy couldn't see the beautiful scenery because the distance was too close, the moist and soft touch in his arms was enough to make him fantasize.

In the end, he was still careless.

Girls are complicated.

The grievances and uneasiness are real.

But the lemony sourness is also real.

The girl raised her head and murmured with a hint of bitterness, "Master, do you like Alice as much as you like Charlotte? Please prove it with your actions."

The white soles of her feet formed a graceful arc as she stepped forward, her cherry-colored lips slightly opening and closing, revealing her fragrance.

Roy had nowhere to retreat and was forced into a corner. He couldn't even utter a word to stop it because his breath was blocked by the rose-like lips.

The two of them moved in unsteady steps.

After a while, with a splash, the two of them fell into the bathtub in a somewhat embarrassing manner.

Having regained his freedom of speech, Roy was a little distressed and was about to teach the disobedient little maid a lesson, but when he saw that scene, he froze on the spot.

Her wet blonde hair was spread out beautifully, and crystal water droplets dripped from her fair skin. The steaming water vapor seemed to cover her with a divine halo, like an iris blooming in the morning mist, pure and lovely, ethereal and soft, yet inexplicably carrying a hint of charm.

The girl didn't get up, but just leaned over and held his shoulders.

Her angelic face remained the same, but her azure eyes were no longer clear, but were now tinged with the same crimson color as her blushing cheeks, forming a heart shape.

"Master's clothes are wet. Wet clothes must be taken off properly."

The corners of his mouth opened and closed several times, but Roy finally gave in and sighed helplessly: "...You're right."

Chapter 107: All Yours~?

Soon, Roy's clothes were thrown out of the window, and ripples appeared in the spacious bathtub.

In between breaths, Alice, who was leaning on the boy's chest, twitched her nose and frowned slightly.