Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 242
Daniel didn’t show up for class until about a week after I returned.
I could tell he had arrived even before he entered the auditorium because I could hear the female Guides giggling loudly outside.
“Why haven’t you been around lately, Lord Daniel!”
“Oh, I haven’t been feeling well…”
“Oh my, even S-Class Espers can get sick?”
“…”
I watched Daniel from a distance as he entered the auditorium.
It didn’t seem like he was lying about being unwell. He had lost a lot of weight, making his features look sharper, and he generally seemed very tired.
S-Class Espers rarely get sick. They only get injured if they suffer a massive physical shock, but Daniel had been staying in the Center due to his guiding allergy, so he shouldn’t have had any chance to get hurt.
…So the reason Daniel was unwell was probably due to guiding depletion. He might have come close to going on rampage in my absence.
Thinking about it made me feel uneasy.
Daniel knew I wasn’t actually imprinted. If he reported this to the Center and revealed that I wasn’t imprinted, he could legally receive guiding from me. It would be the right thing to do and would benefit him.
Yet, out of respect for Claude and loyalty to me, he continued to keep that fact a secret.
During the past ten days when Claude was receiving plenty of guiding, Daniel must have been battling death and teetering on the edge.
“…Guiding.”
“Huh? What did you say?”
Epine asked.
“…Nothing.”
I quickly mumbled.
It would be nice if I could guide him.
I am the only person known to be able to guide Daniel, who cannot receive proper guiding due to his allergy.
Moreover, given Claude’s precedent, it seemed I might be the key to curing Daniel’s allergy.
This is a matter of life and death. Just as one must perform CPR to save someone drowning, shouldn’t I at least hold the hand of someone on the verge of losing control?
The problem is that Claude would never allow it.
No matter how hopeful I tried to be, I couldn’t imagine Claude ever permitting me to guide Daniel.
Claude had once suffered from guiding allergy like Daniel, so he should understand Daniel’s situation better than anyone.
But this very experience would make Claude more wary of Daniel rather than empathetic. He might think Daniel, like his desperate past self, would use any means necessary to take me away.
…Claude still doesn’t know that I’ve guided Daniel twice.
Of course, he should know, but the thought of telling him scares me and makes me hesitate.
I no longer believe he would hurt me. But while he is endlessly kind to me, he can be indifferent and cruel to others.
I had guided Daniel only twice, and each time was very brief. The first time was an accident, but the second time I offered to do it.
I pitied Daniel’s suffering due to his guiding allergy, and I was curious why both Claude and Daniel could receive guiding only from me.
Even if it was a mistake and my fault, Claude wouldn’t be angry at me. However, it was obvious where his displaced anger might land.
So, I didn’t know what to do about Daniel, who looked half-dead and surrounded by Guides over there.
* * *
During the break in the lecture.
Daniel was eventually dragged over to where we were sitting in a circle by a few pushy Guides. He was shoved into a seat a bit farther from me.
Even from a distance, Daniel looked strangely subdued and dark, unlike his usual bright self. Seeing his face, I felt a pang of guilt that made it hard to breathe.
“Lord Daniel, what’s your ideal type?”
The person who asked this was one of Sonnet’s friends.
Daniel had visited Sonnet several times to apologize for hurting her and had showered her with gifts.
The Guides speculated that Daniel’s devoted efforts were because he had feelings for Sonnet.
Since it seemed time for him to show some active interest, Sonnet’s friends were trying to push things forward.
Daniel looked a bit embarrassed.
“Ah… I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Oh, well, now’s a good time to think about it!”
“But…”
“Just give us a rough idea. Hmm, let’s start with personality?”
