Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 144
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Oscar strode towards the Esper training grounds with a light step.
Along the way, he greeted over thirty female Espers. Among them were obviously those who offered suggestive glances and touches.
Though he was tempted, Oscar decided to wait for next time. He had a different purpose for visiting the Esper grounds today.
Upon arriving at the training grounds and entering, Oscar looked around.
It didn’t take long to find the person he was looking for. A large circle of Espers had gathered in one corner of the training grounds.
Without hesitation, Oscar walked towards the group. Eventually, the figure hidden by the crowd gradually became visible.
Despite hating noisy and crowded places due to his sensitive and fussy nature, he, like a rare animal trapped in a cage, received all the attention without caring.
Being the focus of public interest, as if it were a daily norm, was something he had once envied and been jealous of.
And now?
…Why bother saying? He’s just a poor lamb in need of Oscar’s help.
Oscar grinned and waved his hand energetically.
“Aha! Look who it is!”
Oscar’s long-time friend, Claude.
It was rare for him to visit the Esper grounds, one of the busiest places in the center, but today he was here.
Not just today. Recently, Claude has been clocking in at the Esper grounds every day, they say.
This unbelievable news had to be seen with his own eyes, yet the sight was surreal. The dignified Claude at the Esper grounds’ training hall.
Of course, he could guess the reason. To quell the uproar over the unauthorized imprinting, he had to show his service and contribution to the center, even if it was just for show.
Oscar wondered why Claude was in such a hurry.
If he had just applied for permission and followed the proper procedures, the Center would have approved it readily.
Of course, his intended Guide was very special, so there might have been strong protests from the Espers, but still, Claude was a national hero.
Shaking his head at his friend’s recklessness, Oscar couldn’t help but understand the impatience of someone who had finally found his Guide after a long wait.
Claude must have been confident he could handle everything himself. Cleaning up the mess was Claude’s responsibility, and Oscar had his own role.
Namely, teasing Claude like a friend who jests beside a newlywed.
And perhaps give some clueless advice on romance?
“Let’s see that face. With a matching rate of 90% and even imprinted. Your already handsome face must have become even more polished…!”
“…”
“…What? Your expression has gotten even worse.”
Oscar, who was smirking and babbling, suddenly froze.
One more word, and I’ll tear your mouth apart.
…That seemed to be the message in Claude’s deadly glare.
Far from polished, he looked twice as dirty and fierce as the last time I saw him.
Claude growled at the bewildered Oscar.
“…97.83%.”
“What?”
“Not just 90%, it’s precisely 97.83%.”
“Uh, yeah… 97.83%…”
Even after reciting the precise figure down to two decimal places, as if it were a matter of great importance to him, Claude’s mood showed no signs of improving.
“What’s the matter? Is there a problem? You’ve finished with your game of tag and hide-and-seek, you locked her down and imprinted with her, and even very clearly marked her as yours. What’s the issue now?”
Oscar cautiously moved closer and sat near Claude, sensing the ominous atmosphere, as Claude didn’t seem likely to open up easily.
Was he shocked by the excessive backlash from the Espers? Or was he belatedly regretting the 400 billion Berks he paid in fines?
But as a friend who has observed Claude for a long time, Oscar was certain that Claude wasn’t the type to dwell on public opinion or wealth.
Then, the only remaining cause must be clear.
He must be having some love troubles with that tiny pink-haired Guide.
Oscar thought that Claude was managing fine on his own since he hadn’t come for advice in a while.
As expected, Claude couldn’t smoothly navigate romance without Oscar’s expert help.
“What is it? Tell me.”
“…”
But Claude, with a grim expression, just exuded a menacing aura without answering.
Where else could you find a relationship mentor as pricey as this? It was absurd, but Oscar decided to be generous once more.
Even if Claude wouldn’t tell, it was no big deal—Oscar could figure it out himself.
After diligently pondering based on countless data on romance…
“Ah, is that it? You two started living together right away. After living together, did you find many points of conflict and incompatibilities than expected?”
…Oscar was able to come up with a fairly plausible hypothesis.
