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

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“Make another move, and I’ll ruin this little girl!”

“Don’t worry about me, Master!”

That fierce brute, nearly two meters tall, was gripping Alice’s hand tightly, rendering her feeble punches utterly ineffective.

As Alice fell into the enemy’s grasp, Roy’s gaze darkened, his movements involuntarily stiffening.

“Well done!”

“If Roy dares to fight back, tear her face apart!”

Lei An exulted, switching tactics, his iron claws raining down like a relentless storm!

Roy dodged again, but the opponent’s steel claw caught his abdomen, tearing away a streak of crimson.

There’s a limit to how much one can dodge.

In just a few exchanges, Roy was caught off guard, his luxurious suit torn and soaked with trickling blood.

“Tch, slippery one,” Lei An spat out in irritation.

It looked dire, but these were mere flesh wounds.

Yet, to Alice, it was unbearably painful.

It was all because of her that her master was hurt.

The master was about to win, yet she had become his burden!

Even accustomed to pain and humiliation, the girl couldn’t bear to see her beloved master endure this.

Not even for a second.

Heartache, guilt, fear, a complex bitterness fermented into deep resentment and a longing for power in the girl’s chest.

If it were the princess, such things would never happen.

If she, too, could possess power like hers, to stand beside her master, to support him—

That fervent wish surged in the girl’s chest like a raging torrent.

Just as she had prayed for Roy when he lay unconscious.

Only this time, the torrent was far more intense, bursting forth like a breached dam!

“You shall not harm my master!”

Under the night sky, a white brilliance shone upon the earth, erupting from Alice in a tumultuous glow, spreading as a flood of light!

The mountainous dandy was sent flying, the sturdy tables around him, as well as the sand and grass beneath, swept up as if by a tornado, one after another soaring into the sky.

Even Lei An and Roy, engaged in a distant fight, were not spared, both staggering.

The difference was, Lei An was a beat too slow, directly catching the blinding light in his eyes, screaming in agony.

Whereas Roy, reacting in time, shielded his eyes.

Without a moment to ponder what Alice had done, Roy’s first instinct was to lock onto the scoundrel who had seized her.

He wouldn’t let off anyone who dared harm Alice.

The strong man struggled to his feet, only to see the night sky, a pitch-black, hefty object whistling away, following a fierce trajectory, landing precisely on his forehead!

Without “steel and iron bones,” how can flesh alone withstand steel?

The strong man was immediately smashed, head bleeding profusely, howling as he fell straight down, his life or death unknown.

On the other side, tears streaming from his eyes, Leian continued to shout, wildly swinging his steel claws, beating the air.

With the momentum unleashed by Alice, the nobles at the ball finally began to leave.

Roy didn’t have much time left; he had to use these last few seconds to make Leian remember the consequences of harming Alice.

“Roy! You think I, the young master, am afraid…?!”

Clang! Another brick strike, muffled Leian’s yelping howl.

“Very well, Mr. Leian is so brave, I see no need to hold back!”

Roy swung his arms, a large iron brick in each hand, aiming at Leian’s head, repeatedly striking with the bricks, clanging like forging iron, and within seconds, the opponent’s head was bloodied, turned into a living pig’s head.

“Ro… I will kill…”

But that wasn’t enough, Leian was still stubbornly cursing, he even opened his eyes, regaining his sight!

Should we say he truly has “steel and iron bones”? His endurance is first-rate. His head is truly made of iron.

But, is that thing below as hard as the one above?

From noble mtl dot come

Roy dropped the large iron bricks, his hands sparking with electricity, recondensing his weapon, a long and straight metal rod quietly taking shape!

Leian, vision restored, filled with rage, shaking off the blood from his head, charged like a terrifying beast, heedless of any technique.

But facing the beast charging at him, Roy calmly raised the steel crowbar in his hand, assuming a standard golf swing posture.

Then, he swung down fiercely.

The cold gleam of metal flashed in an instant, passing through the night and lights, faintly carrying a trace of extraordinary power forming sparks, hitting precisely between Leian’s legs!

A ‘bang’—dull yet loud.

Leian’s eyes nearly popped out.

Roy was right in front of him, just a few steps away, but Leian clenched his teeth, unable to take another step, and just collapsed weakly to his knees.

It was only then that the guards, alerted by the noise, arrived belatedly.

“Both gentlemen, please calm down! Let’s not harm the friendship.”

Brawls among nobles at banquets weren’t rare, but they usually stopped at a point, and if it really escalated, they would challenge each other to a duel on another day.

Such a scene, akin to street thugs fighting, was something they had never seen before.

Especially since both were scions of powerful noble families, it left them at a loss.

At this moment, Roy retracted his weapon, presenting a congenial demeanor, smiling at the guards.

“Don’t worry, it’s over.”

“Leian Raymond and I just had a little misunderstanding, right?”

Having spoken, Roy looked down upon Ryan with a half-smile, as if amused by the situation.

The guards, of course, hoped to downplay the incident, chiming in one after another: “That would be for the best.”

“Please, both of you should attend to your wounds at once!”

However, clutching his lower body, Ryan, who knelt on the ground, glared with eyes about to split open.

The excruciating pain, as if his lower half was tearing apart, left him breathless and incapable of thought.

He could not—would not—admit defeat!

“What… kind of joke is this?!”

With a hint of a sob in his voice, Ryan bellowed through the agony: “Guards, seize this b*stard!!!”

“Lord Ryan?!”

The soldiers exchanged glances, clearly troubled.

They were the villa’s guards, indeed loyal to the Raymond family, but loyalty did not mean they lacked brains.

No matter how intense the personal feud between the two nobles became, as long as it didn’t escalate to a family level, it wasn’t something these soldiers could intervene in.

Had it been any other noble, they might have lent a hand, but the Ironblood Duke was currently sharing drinks and pleasantries with old Raymond, clearly indicating that this was merely a private dispute between Roy and Ryan.

And knowing Ryan’s character, it was likely his own doing.

Seeing the guards hesitate, Ryan’s anger grew even more intense.

“Can’t you hear me? You are all soldiers of the Raymond house, I command you to capture this scoundrel! Otherwise, don’t blame me for telling my father that you’ve neglected your duties!”

Hearing such threats, the soldiers finally began to stir, surrounding him with anxious expressions.

But just then, an extremely cold rebuke interrupted everyone’s actions.

“Stop, all of you.”

The guards turned back, each of them shuddering.

There stood the crimson princess, proudly erect under the night sky.

In her brow burned an authority and fury akin to the king of beasts.