Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 154
Oscar’s desperate gaze turned to the Espers.
“L-Ladies…”
“……”
“You wouldn’t… right…?”
“Oh, and there have been a few cute new male Guides joining us recently… Perhaps much better than someone like Lord Oscar?”
At my added remark, the two Espers exchanged wide-eyed glances.
* * *
“Just a perfect match of the same kind.”
“……”
“I felt sorry for you, being on the wrong side of the terrifying Claude all this time. But not anymore. You and that guy are the same. Both utterly dark-hearted…”
“Quiet, and focus. If you don’t score above 80, I won’t let you go.”
Oscar, wishing the ground would swallow him, sighed deeply and buried his face back in the summary notes I had provided.
In the end, the Espers dangled Oscar by their arms all the way to an empty classroom. They even volunteered to stand guard outside, anticipating Oscar’s likely attempt to escape, even if I hadn’t even asked them to do this.
Thus, perhaps for the first time in his life, Oscar found his nose stuck in a book.
Oscar begrudgingly started scribbling down notes from the summary, barely following along.
Watching him, I…
“Your handwriting is really terrible.”
I blurted out the truth impulsively, just because it looked so pitiful.
Naturally, Oscar bristled in response.
“Look who’s talking… You have an ugly face and even your handwriting is crooked and ugly. Did you seriously bring this for me to read?”
“Shall we make it so you have to score 85 instead of 80 to pass?”
“……”
Oscar pretended to focus again, but it didn’t last long.
“Hey, mouse bean.”
“Quiet.”
“You know, behaving all high and mighty like this isn’t attractive, right? Claude is totally rigid and inflexible… So, someone unpredictable like you could easily tire him out. Speaking as the most charming person in the Guide Division, I’m genuinely concerned…”
He was trying to rile up my pride to distract me.
Of course, I wasn’t affected at all.
“Oh, Oscar. Besides being an A-Class Guide, what charm do you have? Just cooing like a pigeon.”
“What?”
Oscar’s face contorted.
Objectively, he’s good-looking. Slim with a nice physique, making him look good in clothes. Cute features with charming smile lines around his eyes.
He could have easily dominated as an idol in the Center.
But what’s the use? All those advantages are utterly wasted with his deplorable speech and behavior.
After I had said all there was to say, Oscar looked incredulous.
“Take that back. Not charming? Who? This Oscar? Is it because you’re so short that your eyes are stuck to the ground?”
“Be glad you’re a Guide. If you were a regular person or an Esper, you’d never have charmed a woman.”
“Hey… If I had decided to charm you, it would have taken me just ten minutes flat. You have no idea that everything between you and Claude is thanks to me! It’s my doing! If it weren’t for me, you’d still be playing hide and seek with Claude. You know?”
“Why? Was it you who gave birth to Lord Claude, Lord Oscar?”
“…What, you lil sh-t?”
“How is it thanks to you that things went well between me and Lord Claude? It’s because Lord Claude is handsome. I like him because he’s handsome. What does Lord Oscar have to do with Lord Claude’s handsomeness?”
“……”
Perhaps it was because I had expended too much energy trying to keep the frivolous and tiresome Oscar focused, but my mouth lost all its filters and blurted out everything without restraint.
But who would have thought my words would spur Oscar’s competitive spirit?
Oscar, never doubting his own charm for even a moment, was deeply offended by my remarks.
So… he seemingly resolved to demonstrate his charm to me firsthand.
“Done talking? Then let’s get back to studying…”
Suddenly, my wrist was pulled, and I was dragged along.
When I came to my senses, Oscar’s face was right in front of mine.
Regardless of my shock and wide-eyed stare.
His hand, moving fluidly, lightly brushed my earlobe, tucking my stray hair behind my ear in a tickling motion.
With a slight smile, Oscar’s eyes rounded in his characteristic puppy-like charm, his lips parting slightly.
In a soft voice, he whispered,
“Azalea…”
“…”
“…”
“…If you’re done, get lost.”
I glared at him fiercely, my eyes flashing.
