Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 131
What? It was a comment directed at Shana, so why?
As I cautiously glanced around and began to descend from the podium, Demona, equally shocked, hurried over to me.
She whispered in my ear,
“Rose, even including your score, the average for this exam was 42…”
“….”
“…What do we do?”
Indeed, what to do.
It seems I’ve inadvertently made a broad attack on the Center’s entire Guide Division.
***
It was a pleasant morning.
Wrapped in a cloud-like pillow and blanket, a cool mountain breeze flowed through the slightly open window, and the warm morning sunlight shone on me.
…If only that sunlight hadn’t been directly on my face, everything would have been perfect.
“Unhh…”
…Annoying.
If only this sunlight could disappear, I could fall back into a perfect sleep.
But I didn’t want to get up to draw the curtains or suffocate myself with the blanket. That would ruin my perfection.
I was just grimacing and groaning when,
“Are you going to wake up now…?”
A sweet voice.
Gentle hands stroking my hair.
I wanted to open my eyes to confirm, but my eyelids just wouldn’t lift.
“Rose.”
“…Hmm.”
“You can’t open your eyes, can you…?”
A chuckling laugh followed.
Then, I was enveloped in a strong embrace.
A large hand gently patted my back, comforting me like a child.
It was a patting that resembled the pleasant drowsiness of the morning.
Instinctively, I curled up and snuggled closer into the embrace.
A pleased chuckle dispersed around my ear.
The voice whispered teasingly close to my ear,
“…How long do you plan to sleep, Rose?”
“The light…it’s too bright…”
I whined in a half-awake voice.
There was an odd certainty that no matter how much I fussed, these arms would always warmly hold me.
Sure enough, that large hand served as shade for me, blocking the bothersome bright sunlight.
Ah, now everything truly was perfect.
As I marveled and was about to drift back to sleep…
“…What time is it?”
“Half past nine.”
“….”
“Sleep more, Rose.”
“No, I can’t! I have to get up… Ah!”
I jolted awake, only to accidentally headbutt Claude’s chin.
A buzzing filled my head.
My body, flopping back down, was caught by Claude.
“What’s the hurry?”
Claude asked, his eyebrows twitching. He seemed unbothered, his body practically a living weapon.
…I felt somewhat wronged.
Regardless. He pulled me up and brushed the hair from my forehead, wanting to check where we bumped.
But I didn’t have time for this.
“I’m fine!”
I pushed him away and got out of bed.
There was no time to shower. A quick glance in the mirror suggested my hair could go another day without washing.
It’s not like I needed to look good for anyone. I was about to head to the closet when a question suddenly struck me.
“…Wait, why are you in my room, Lord Claude?”
“….”
When I first moved into this house, I had made Claude promise one thing: not to enter my room.
Due to Irene, who nitpicked everything from cleaning to my sleeping patterns, I had developed a deep longing for ‘a space of my own’.
Claude had agreed quite readily to my request back then, on the condition that we share three meals and two snack times together daily. He must have thought that was the least he could do to ensure I’d listen to him obediently.
But today, Claude was in my room, in my bed, lying next to me from the morning.
“I had no choice.”
“…What do you mean?”
“You rush off to shower and leave first thing in the morning, and when you come back home, you go straight to your room and sleep. I hardly get a chance to see you these days. I had no choice but to come.”
Claude said this with a completely unapologetic expression.
He looked so brazen that, despite him breaking the promise, I almost thought to myself, ‘Maybe I did something wrong’.
It’s true that after starting my Guide training, I’ve been coming to my room to sleep alone more often, leaving his room.
But there was a reason for that.
Having been thoroughly pampered and allowed to laze around by Claude, I had become accustomed to oversleeping to the point where I couldn’t wake up without an alarm whenever I was beside him.
He kept turning off my alarm before I could wake up, causing me nearly to be late on several occasions.
