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

It would be a good thing for the little maid to become the Holy Maiden of Destiny as soon as possible. However, Roy no longer regarded Alice as his only lifeline, so he was not in a hurry.

Since he had worked so hard in his previous life, from school to society, and had been caught in the rain, he naturally didn't want Alice to suffer, so he didn't choose the Spartan-style training plan.

There's nothing wrong with letting this child enjoy a peaceful campus life for a while, right?

But if she wants to work hard on her own initiative, as her master, you should support her.

Nia wanted to say something, but Roy made a further condition: "But, I want to go with you this time, is that okay?"

The dangers of actual combat training are unpredictable. It is safer to go alone than to let the little maid team up with others.

"Of course no problem." Alice's eyes brightened.

What better way to get praise than to have the owner be there and witness her performance with his own eyes? She was so happy that she couldn't contain herself.

Seeing that Roy had made the final decision, Nia and the others had nothing more to say.

Rather, the little maid is not bad to begin with, and with someone as powerful as Roy following her, there is nothing to worry about.

That night, the blonde girl sat in her room and wrote down today's diary.

The white and soft bare feet swayed lightly like a puppy's tail.

[I must perform well, prove my strength, and prove that I will not lose to them]

[If you're lucky, the master might...]

I will look at myself as I look at them.

Alice thought again of the kiss she witnessed under the sunset in Lionheart City.

Even if you don’t understand the complicated emotions between men and women, the seeds of love have already sprouted.

The naked bodies beneath the table tucked in mid-air, curled up slightly like mimosa leaves. Alice bit the end of her quill, overwhelmed by the shame of her outrageous thoughts, and lacked the courage to even write these words.

She had no choice but to put down her pen, extinguish the candle, lie down on the bed, hug the doll tightly, force herself to fall asleep as soon as possible, and quickly forget these restless thoughts.

At the same time, the young man who was half lying on the bed with Lyanna shoulder to shoulder was also unable to calm down.

"Thinking about your maid?"

"Uh, is it that obvious?"

"Haha, they must have complained about you too."

Lyanna reached out and tugged at Roy's face, then pondered, "Even the three most beautiful girls in the academy take turns serving you, and you're still not satisfied? Do you want to collect all four of them?"

"Why do you say I'm like Aquaman..."

Roy couldn't help but murmur, "Alice is different. I'm just her master."

In order to protect himself, he raised the little maid into an archangel and a saint of destiny.

Although the training plan was initially decided purely out of consideration for profit, now, even if she doesn't become a saint, Roy is enjoying watching the little maid grow stronger, taller, prettier, and grow little by little.

I even feel that it would be better if this period of time could be slower so that I could watch her grow longer.

This is really contradictory to my original idea.

The brown-haired girl beside him sighed secretly.

Is it different? Actually, it is the same.

It is not difficult for girls to guess what their same-sex friends are thinking.

But, senior sister, I am not so kind as to take the initiative to add competitors.

Chapter 6 Rose

Every night, many teachers who teach at the academy gather at the Wizarding House, and there are endless banquets.

The so-called life of a corporate slave is nothing more than endless work and endless drinking parties.

Teachers gathered in groups of three or four, holding beers, and muttered incoherently about disobedient students, their meager salaries, and the college's rigid system.

As teachers, they are always on edge and set an example in the academy, but in private, they are also human beings and need to relax.

However, there were two figures that didn't fit in with the noisy drinking party.

One of them is the great wizard Malfoy.

He has extensive experience and extraordinary achievements, and has recently become famous as a hero in the fight against cults, so he naturally became the focus of the drinking party.

But he was a workaholic, he only sipped the wine, and when he sat in the middle, he always talked about work, which made everyone laugh and cry, not knowing how to respond.

The other one, on the other hand, didn't even give them a chance to talk.

Beside the bar, a girl with silver hair and a blue dress sat quietly. Just as her name suggested, she looked like an ice rose that grew alone on a high mountain.

You can only watch from a distance and dare not play with it.

Except for the silver dire wolf lying at her feet, which is equivalent to a mid-level extraordinary creature, few people can get close to Jon Snow.

To describe him as aloof by nature would seem a bit too mild.

But there are many people who want to give it a try and pick the roses.

The beauties of the Northern Empire have icy skin and snowy skin, like elves of the snow, and Jon Snow is the best among them. Even if his expression remains unchanged for thousands of years, he is still icy and charming enough.

Coupled with her extraordinary talent and status as an imperial aristocrat, she is simply the perfect dream lover for many single teachers.

"Oh, you're a bunch of cowards, watch out for me!"

"Snow Andrews is just a young girl who has never been in love. Can't I win her over in minutes if I make a move?"

Of course, I only dare to say this in private.

Under the urging of the crowd, a middle-aged man who looked quite handsome and full of energy walked towards Jon Snow with two glasses of beer and a hearty smile.

"Miss Snow, it's so boring sitting alone. Come and have a drink with us once in a while."

Jon Snow glanced back, his icy blue eyes showing no emotion. "No. I'm not interested."

"After all, as a teacher, you shouldn't indulge yourself."

Enwei's smile became even brighter. "Don't say that. Everyone needs to relax. Miss Snow, you just haven't experienced it before."

"How about I teach you..."

Enwei put down his wine glass and was about to hug the slender shoulders.

However, a low roar sounded like thunder.

The ferocious silver wolf suddenly rushed in front of him, growling with its teeth bared.

Suddenly a wolf head jumped out, and Enwei was so scared that he lost his balance and fell to the ground, knocking over the wine glass and spilling it all over himself.

The cheerful laughter of colleagues could be heard in the distance.

They knew Jon Snow's temper well, so they specifically encouraged this guy who was not familiar with Jon Snow to make a fool of himself.

As the saying goes, if you have been caught in the rain, you should also tear up other people's umbrellas.

It would be fine if he could just make the other person laugh, but Jon Snow glanced down at him with a cold look, but there was no smile in his eyes, it was more like he was looking at a funny and pathetic clown.

"Manners. Mr. Envy, perhaps I should teach you some manners."

"Besides, I remember you're leading the team in a practical training tomorrow. This practical training won't be easy. Instead of indulging yourself here and having fun, you'd better prepare properly to be worthy of your teaching position."

The cold sarcasm came one after another, falling like icy rain, chilling Enwei to the core.

It would have ended here, Jon Snow had lost interest in her.

However, Enwei was so angry that he said stubbornly, "Special training or something like that, it has nothing to do with you, right?!"

Jon Snow frowned immediately.

The Imperials are conservative and value rules and responsibilities.

And Jon Snow is a typical Imperial.

"Wrong. That's not right. As the first-grade dean, I have the responsibility to supervise your actions as a first-grade teacher."

"In fact, if you indulge yourself and cause an accident tomorrow, it means that my supervision is inadequate. So, you must understand that your work is closely related to me. If any accident happens tomorrow, I swear to make you regret your stupidity and debauchery today..."

Enwei is a teacher after all, and is accustomed to teaching others.

Now, in front of a large audience, he was being scolded and scolded by a younger girl, and he was humiliated to the extreme.

"You, who do you think you are..."

Enwei got up and was about to roar angrily when he was interrupted by a crisp sound of applause.

"Enough is enough, Jon Snow. Mr. Envy means no harm."

A handsome young man with silver hair and eyebrows, snow-white skin, a slender figure, and a face slightly similar to Jon Snow, with squinting eyes, stood between the two of them.

Winter Rose.

Also a teacher at the college.

But he is also the second prince of the Winter Empire.

Unlike most princes and nobles, Winter is approachable and has already charmed many teachers and students with his handsome face.

Not to mention the girls, even Envy, a man, has quite a good impression of him. In this respect, he is completely opposite to Jon Snow.

Jon Snow looked away and drank the ice water.

Winter reached out and pulled Enwei up, saying guiltily, "I'm sorry, my cousin is shy and rigid, and her personality is not very cute. I scared you."

"No, nothing. I'm not feeling well either."

With Winter's proper handling, the conflict was reduced to a small matter.

After Envy left, Winter sat next to Jon Snow affectionately, revealing a nostalgic look: "I remember that you have never liked this kind of occasion since you were a child, right?"

"It's enough to show up occasionally. If you want to go back, why don't I take you back..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the fair wrist.

Unfortunately, this time, the silver wolf raised its head again.

It did not bare its teeth and bluff like before, but instead acted as if it was facing a formidable enemy, arching its back, raising its claws, baring its fangs, and emitting the true murderous aura of a wild beast.

Jon Snow's tone was no longer as "gentle" as before.

But it is like a blizzard that is about to roar in, with hostility hidden in the coldness.

"I don't understand. Winter, are we familiar with each other?"

"If you think I can still greet you with a smile after your family did something like that, you are too naive."

Winter's smile remained unchanged: "Can't I?"

"Oh my god, it's you, my cousin... no, my fiancée."

Jon Snow sneered, "That's ridiculous. Your unilateral announcement of an engagement means nothing."

After saying that, Jon Snow got up and left with Silver Wolf.

Looking at the silver-haired girl's determined figure walking away, Winter's smile rose little by little, revealing a strange arc again.

"Poor cousin, do you think you have a choice?"

Chapter 7 I Just Want to Be with My Master

On the day of the actual combat training, Roy brought his maid to the outskirts of the swamp early in the morning to gather.

This special training mission is to go to the swamp forest to search for the escaped experimental monster, the Sequence 7 Black Bird.

It was not difficult to defeat that thing, but the swamp itself was vast and difficult to travel through. It was filled with other dangerous monsters, and even powerful Sequence 6 monsters appeared.

So one group of people is obviously not enough.

By this time, several Sequence 7 teams had arrived. Most of them were senior third-years, with a few second-years also forming mixed teams with third-years.

So when Roy and Alice, a pair of first-year students, teamed up to form a carriage, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing several people coming, Roy subconsciously took a step forward and protected Alice.

Sometimes, being too good is not necessarily a good thing.

Alice was just a maid without a strong background, yet she had already reached Sequence 7 at such an early age. It was no surprise that she was looked down upon and disliked by the seniors.