Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 270
“Lord Oscar, please… can’t you do something about this?”
Unable to bear it any longer, a female Esper subtly made this request to Oscar. It wasn’t a personal plea—other Espers stood behind her, nervous and scared.
They found it hard to ask Claude directly, so they sought to indirectly intervene through Oscar, who was both a Guide and appeared to be somewhat friends with Claude.
Oscar wasn’t thrilled about the situation either. Despite being friends with Claude for over a decade, he was still scared of him.
However, he couldn’t ignore the dEsperate look in the female Esper’s eyes. So, one day, Oscar mustered his courage and approached Claude with a suggestion.
“How about writing a letter?”
He intended for Claude to channel his emotions stirred by his guide into writing as a healthy outlet. Hopefully, this would stop him from taking out his frustrations on everyone around him.
“A letter…?”
Whether he understood Oscar’s dEsperate effort or not, Claude’s response was openly indifferent.
Oscar felt a surge of frustration. Did Claude think he didn’t know there wasn’t enough time to send a letter back to the Center? He suggested this because if they didn’t try something, the other Espers seemed ready to stage a mutiny.
Of course, Oscar wasn’t worried about Claude’s safety. He had been on countless battlefields with Claude and knew well that no number of Espers attacking simultaneously could take down Claude.
His only concern was that if such a mutiny angered Claude… the unit would end up fighting Claude instead of the mutants, which would exhaust them twice over.
So, Oscar eventually forced Claude to sit at a desk and personally laid out stationery and a pen in front of him. Claude, who had been indifferent the entire time, became quite serious once he was seated and ready.
After pondering for a moment, he finally picked up the pen. Then he slowly began to write.
Oscar, of course, wasn’t curious at all about what kind of letter Claude was writing to his Guide. But as the writing time dragged on, he began to get restless.
As his concentration started to wane, Oscar’s eyes began to wander. He inadvertently glanced at the letter Claude was writing.
[Rose, I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to give you this letter. I wonder how you’re doing and if you’re skipping meals. I’m safe, so don’t worry about me and make sure to eat well…]
That darn food…
There was no chance she’d starve in that comfortable Center, so why was he so obsessed with Rose’s meals? Oscar couldn’t understand it at all.
Yet, he found it somewhat fascinating. This cold-blooded man, who seemed like he wouldn’t bleed even if pricked, was writing quite simple and affectionate words to his Guide.
Of course, that feeling didn’t last long.
Claude was still Claude, after all.
[If there is any Esper trying to hit on you while I’m away, I will make sure that Esper can never show their shameless face again by XXing their XX so that XXXXX…]
At some point, the pen’s movements on the stationery became increasingly vigorous, and soon he was practically scribbling.
In essence, it was a blatant threat about what he would do to any Esper who dared to flirt with her while he was away.
Then…
“…Ah.”
Claude’s hand paused. The pen had snapped in his angry grip.
Brushing off the shattered remnants of the pen, Claude turned to look at Oscar. He raised his eyebrows.
He was demanding a new pen. His demeanor was completely unabashed.
Naturally, Oscar quietly placed a new pen in his hand. Claude resumed writing as if nothing had happened.
Yes… he needs to vent his violent tendencies through a letter…
Sorry, Rose…
Trying to rationalize it, Oscar quietly turned his pale face away.
