Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 27
Of course, it didn’t last long.
“…But.”
“Shut up.”
“Since you can’t confirm it anyway, how do you know if I’m playing with you or not…”
“I told you to shut up.”
Claude ground his teeth and growled. Since logic didn’t seem to work, I decided to go with the strategy of a stubborn, mischievous child.
“Well, listen, Lord Claude.”
“You…”
“Let’s make a bet.”
It was a crucial moment that required a decision to escape from this bull-headed punk.
***
So, what if:
I deceived Claude to save my own life. He had been searching for his Guide so desperately, and it turned out to be none other than Lord Oscar.
Due to his severe guiding allergy, I thought it would be impossible, but driven by his obsession to find his Guide, Claude ended up holding Oscar’s hand.
…But if I say all that, and with the cherry on top, ‘To be honest, I lied,’ Claude would definitely chew me up into pieces. He’d be so pissed that Oscar wasn’t his Guide after all.
This time, I threw him a challenge that seemed impossible for him.
“Don’t just hold his hand—try kissing him.”
Yet Claude, who couldn’t bring himself to do it even if his life depended on it, came back to pester me.
I couldn’t let Claude’s whining steal my precious time forever. I proposed a daring move to get rid of him.
That’s why I went to visit Oscar this time.
Oscar was walking down the hallway, flanked by two lovely Espers on either side, laughing cheerfully. I blocked their path, greeting them.
“Hello, Lord Oscar.”
Lord Claude may be a terrifying murderer who took lives at whim, but Oscar is not.
Of course, he was notoriously lacking in human manners when talking to people who weren’t Espers… but at least he doesn’t kill.
I mean, he doesn’t kill humans.
So, he’s not scary at all.
As I called him casually, Oscar’s eyes widened when he spotted me.
“Oh, you… The one with Claude last time…?”
“Yes, I just had a brief encounter with Lord Claude. I’m here now to escort Lord Oscar on behalf of Lord Claude. Will you come with me for a moment?”
“…Claude?”
Oscar seemed skeptical that Claude would assign me an errand like this. Well, usually, the people Claude sends are big, intimidating men like himself. But this time, it was for real.
“…He said there’s something he needs to check for a moment.”
“Ohh, sure, sure. Go ahead, you two.”
Oscar eventually sent away the two Espers on either side of him. The two Espers sized me up a little, smirked, then walked away.
Unfair. I’m just doing what I was told to do, sniff, sniff.
“But seriously, what’s your connection with Claude? Why are you always sticking around him?”
“I don’t always stick around him…”
“No, I’ve never seen Claude with a woman, and yet you were with him last time, and now you’re running personal errands for him. Why? Claude really has a preference for a tiny mouse-bean like you?”
“…”
Dangit. I really don’t like being called a mouse-bean.
But I know the imminent future that awaits him, so I decided to overlook it generously.
Oscar, who had been muttering complaints, suddenly stopped. He looked at me with a serious expression.
“But, among the little mice, you’re a bit…”
“?”
“Just an average mouse-bean…”
“…”
I felt a twinge of guilt for involving innocent Oscar. But now, it seems unnecessary.
You are destined for a deep kiss with Claude, no doubt…
“Lord Oscar, do you often hear that you have no tact?”
“Gasp, how did you know? I hear that a lot. But, in reality, it’s not true at all.”
What do you mean, not true. The person who doesn’t realize their own lack of awareness is the most unaware.
“Actually, Lord Claude’s ideal type isn’t a mouse but a dove.”
“What?”
In any case, I led the dumbfounded Oscar, who was trying to coo like a dove, to the classroom where Claude was.
Oscar’s attention was no longer on Claude.
“What are you talking about, huh? Hm? Why?”
“We’re here, Lord Oscar.”
