Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 285
Life on the battlefield went smoothly(?) for exactly three days.
What I mean is that on the morning of the fourth day, a problem arose.
Claude, who woke up first, gently nudged me awake.
“Rose, it’s time to get up.”
But I couldn’t open my eyes. As I grimaced and groaned, he coaxed me gently.
“You have to get up. Everyone will be leaving the barracks, and I can’t leave you here alone.”
He seemed to think I was just being fussy. In reality, I was the one who wanted to get up more than anyone.
It wasn’t just that I was tired. It felt like an immense gravity was pinning me to the bed, making it incredibly difficult to even move a finger.
“I…”
I strained my weak neck to barely speak, and he lowered his head near my lips.
“Ca..r…me…”
“…You want me to carry you and sit you up?”
Claude, who surprisingly understood my mumbled words, let out a laugh.
I knew exactly what he was thinking. Even the toughest Espers feared him, yet here I was asking him to carry me and sit me up.
But he obediently wrapped the blanket around me and lifted me up. His lips brushed against my swollen cheek in a pleasant smile. For some reason, he liked it when I acted clingy.
With his help, I felt much better once I was sitting up. It was as if the gravitational force pulling me towards the bed had suddenly lifted.
“…Cough, could you get me a glass of water, Lord Claude?”
He brought me water, and after drinking it, I felt more awake. I opened my eyes and exclaimed energetically.
“I can go out now!”
“…You’re planning to go out like that?”
Claude looked me up and down with a peculiar expression. I finally snapped out of my daze and realized my current state.
I was nearly naked. My clothes were scattered far away on the makeshift bed. He had undressed me last night while holding me, annoyed by the cumbersome fabric.
Naturally, I needed to get up and dress myself, but…
Even though it was just the two of us in the tent, it wasn’t our home, and I couldn’t imagine walking around naked.
“…Cough, cough, could you bring me my clothes as well?”
By now, I was quite embarrassed. With my cheeks flushed, I asked, and he finally burst into laughter.
Still chuckling, he picked up my clothes and brought them to me, then sat across from me. It seemed he intended to help me get dressed as well.
I had planned to dress myself once he handed them to me, but…
…Since he insisted on helping, why refuse?
I obediently extended my arms, and he began dressing me with practiced ease.
But it didn’t end there. He pulled my legs onto his lap and even put on my shoes, carefully tying the laces with a focused expression.
Watching him tie my shoelaces so meticulously made my heart flutter.
Look at this. He always teases me for developing bad habits, but who’s to blame for it?
I used to be perfectly independent. But because he insists on doing more than I ask, I keep relying on him more and more.
“All done.”
“…”
Lost in thought, his words brought me back to reality. Before I knew it, my shoelaces were tied in an adorable, dainty bow that was hard to believe he had done.
Admiring it, he asked,
“What else should I do for you?”
“…”
“Shall I carry you around so you don’t have to walk at all?”
“…I can manage that on my own.”
I answered primly, and he laughed again. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and effortlessly lifted me to my feet.
As soon as I stood on my two feet, I found myself leaning into his embrace.
