Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 22
“It seems like a match…”
“…”
“Or probably not…?”
Hah!
Claude let out a hollow laugh as if amused.
Well, what can I do? It’s all lies anyway. Revealing it now won’t change a thing.
“…This lady here is the last Guide who closely fits the given criteria.”
The man who brought the Guide looked uncomfortable as he spoke.
Claude’s voice was sharp as he confronted the man,
“Are you sure it’s a Guide to begin with? Or is that person perhaps an unregistered Guide?”
“E, everyone must undergo a genetic test to enter the Center. The probability of an unregistered person guiding you, is extremely low, Lord Claude.”
“Extremely low, but not zero. We’ll expand the screening to all Center staff from now on.”
“…Wait, wait a minute!”
What’s all this about? I urgently looked between the man and Claude.
“…When am I going back then? I’ve done my part, haven’t I?”
It’s been several days already. Claude lined up the Guides in front of me if they even slightly matched my description. He told me to carefully inspect them and pick out the right one.
In reality, if the Guide was me, I couldn’t just pick someone else.
So I pretended to scan the Guides thoroughly and couldn’t make a choice.
At this rate, that jerk Claude would line up the Guides I had already seen in front of me again…
I thought he would give up after a few days, but he wants to inspect even regular people! He’s such a ruthless guy!
“Then you should have looked at them properly if you wanted to, right?”
Claude said irritably, raising an eyebrow.
I pled vehemently,
“Oh, how closely should I have watched so many people flirting away with you from dawn til dusk! If that’s what you want, then sure! I’ll do it!”
“…”
“And is it my fault? You’re the one who charged at that Guide with the ferocity of a tiger, ready to devour them all. Did you ever think, ‘Oh, this Guide must be having a tough time?’ Do you think that the Guide would appear willingly in front of you again when you had charged like that at them?”
“…”
“As a woman, I’m saying this out of pity, but could it be that the Guide isn’t showing up because, well, Lord Claude, you can’t kiss well? Why, what do you think women might feel that even if a man has a handsome face and is talented but doesn’t know how to kiss? It might diminish his charm, you know?”
To be honest, I liked the kissing.
So when we kissed so passionately, I even forgot that he would most probably forget everything and kill me. But I woke up from that already. With the way he’s threatening me now, I’m sure it’s not a good idea to reveal myself to him. He would forget it all and threaten me with death later.
Even if you keep up this search for a hundred years, that Guide would never ever appear.
After ranting for a while, I realized I might have gone too far.
“…Hehe. Did I talk too much?”
“Are you done?”
“Aaack! I was wrong!”
Claude reached out his hand to me. I remembered how during his mock training, he could sweep mutants away with just a gesture. Even the rock golems crumbled like finely shaved ice.
Could it be that my neck would also be ruined in a similar fashion? Why was my mouth so recklessly brave when my shriveling guts couldn’t even compare!
I closed my eyes tightly, preparing for the pain that was about to engulf me.
Suddenly, the door opened with a bang.
“Oy, Claude!”
A man burst in.
The timing couldn’t have been better. Claude paused for a moment, then let out a sigh and withdrew his hand that was in the middle of reaching out to me. He turned his body partly towards the man.
Displeasure was evident on his face.
I’m alive… I let out a sigh and looked at the man.
Oh, he’s handsome.
Without realizing it, I found myself gazing at my savior, who had charming brown curly hair and a smile that suggested he might have been a ladies’ man.
While Claude possessed an overwhelming appearance and demeanor that women couldn’t dare to approach, this man had a fresh, appealing look that would probably make him popular among women, almost like an idol.
Actually, my personal taste aligns with this cute style too.
The jerk Claude met the man with a surly attitude.
“What now, Oscar.”
“What, indeed. Rumor has it you’ve been doing crazy things, like causing a ruckus every day. I came to check what you’re up to.”
Without paying much attention to Claude’s prickly words, the man replied in a casual manner.
While listening to their conversation, I had to think for a moment about who ‘Oscar’ was. It took me a moment because, in the game, Oscar wasn’t a character with much significance.
Then, I remembered.
