Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 133
…That is, until I found out that the Guides assigned to the same group as me were Shana’s minions.
“Looks like it’s almost time for the dandelions to seed, Simeyez.”
“What do you mean, Epine?”
“There are some pink dandelion seeds rolling around on the ground.”
Minion 1 and 2 burst into simultaneous cackling laughter.
B-Class Guide Epine and C-Class Guide Simeyez, respectively, are like Shana’s right and left arms.
In outdoor mock training, typically two Guides are assigned to each team. But since I’m publicly known as an imprinted Guide and can’t guide other Espers, our team was assigned three, including me. Unfortunately, those two were Epine and Simeyez.
At least it’s a relief that Shana, who has a lot of practical experience, doesn’t participate in outdoor mock training…
Still, it feels lonely… so lonely…
I tried to ignore the two snickering and thought to myself.
I have my super strong and super cool Esper waiting for me at home. That Esper will cherish me so dearly.
But here, without Claude, I’m really nothing.
No matter how much I’ve dominated the other Guides with my grades, I’m actually of no help in the outdoor mock training.
While Shana’s minions, Simeyez and Epine, mock and ridicule me, the Espers on our team treat me as if I don’t exist.
I just stood there alone, feeling a bit sorry for myself despite the good money.
But I had to endure it. Just for half a day, and I’d receive my half-year salary. After enduring for half a day and receiving 5,000 Berks, I’ll buy some snacks to share with Claude.
…Is this how the head of a family feels, swallowing the bitterness of social life for the sake of their family?
I was getting unnecessarily sentimental when,
“Hello, I’m the staff member assigned to assist Group F.”
A young-faced staff member approached and bowed politely. Like I used to follow Claude’s team around during my office worker days, this staff member was assigned to supervise and record our team’s performance during this session.
Usually, I recognize the faces of office workers in the Guide department, but since I hadn’t seen this one before, he must have been newly appointed recently.
Seeing the young face, so obviously a newbie, brought back memories. Last time I participated as a staff member, but now I’m participating as a Guide.
“Also, this team particularly has Espers and Guides with shorter careers. So, today, a mentor with multiple real combat experiences has been assigned to this group. I think you can seek a lot of advice from them.”
Oh, a mentor.
It’s not uncommon for mentors to be assigned to mock training sessions. The nominal reason is to set a good example for new Espers and Guides with short careers…
But in reality, it’s mostly Espers volunteering to try to woo the new Guides.
…Looking back, Claude also participated for a similar reason and ended up committing complete domination among the mere ordinary people in his group.
…Anyway.
It wouldn’t be a big issue to handle the training without a mentor since it’s not very difficult, but having an experienced mentor can make the training much smoother.
So, it was welcome news for me, since I wanted to finish the job as quickly as possible and go home.
“Wow, a mentor? Then they must have a lot of real combat experience?”
Simeyez and Epine seemed to be very interested in the mentor. It made sense, considering the Espers assigned to our group were obviously inexperienced.
“Um, of course.”
“What rank is the Esper? B-Class? A-Class? Don’t tell me… S-Class?”
“Oh, that person is…”
Just then, I noticed the staff member’s face seemed troubled.
“No way, who do we have here!”
“?”
“The one and only person who captured the heart of the cold-blooded Claude in one shot— The Guide among Guides! Isn’t it you, our Azalea!”
Tall and slender, with fine brown curly hair, warm and cute smiling eyes.
And all those external charms utterly ruined by a frivolous manner of speaking and behavior.
The one exception that shattered my belief that a handsome face was all a man needed.
Oscar was approaching from a distance with his arms wide open.
Like a majestic pigeon, of all things.
