Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 289
As long as I get a good night’s sleep, I should be fine. It’s probably just a cold.
So, let’s rest. I need to recover fully before tomorrow’s schedule begins.
But contrary to my determination, I woke up several times throughout the night. The fever was so high that even with my eyes closed, the world spun around me. It felt like I was falling through space, like being on an amusement ride. Even though I was lying still, I felt dizzy and nauseous.
Sitting up might help, but that’s easier said than done. The gravity weighing me down seemed ten times stronger than in the morning, making it impossible to even move a finger.
I spent the night groaning, drifting in and out of consciousness. My bedding was already soaked with cold sweat.
When I finally felt like I was going to throw up and couldn’t bear it any longer, I used the last bit of my strength to barely sit up in bed.
I tried to stand, but my legs gave out and I collapsed back down.
I looked at the person sleeping peacefully in the dark with blurry, unfocused eyes.
It’s not that I didn’t think of asking for help. Shana seemed to be trying to act mature on the battlefield, even if she was childish back at the center.
But I couldn’t bring myself to wake her.
Shana is indispensable here. I only guide Claude, and Oscar only guides the female Espers. All the other male Espers rely on Shana.
Oscar might only have the physical abilities of an average person, but at least he’s a man. The rest of the squad are all Espers. Shana has been handling her duties well, managing herself for over two months.
Meanwhile, I ignored all the warnings and insisted on coming here, only to fall ill already.
If I caused Shana to be too tired and disrupted the schedule, I wouldn’t be able to bear the shame. Even in my dazed state, I couldn’t accept that.
So, I crawled out of the tent, almost dragging myself. I went out the opposite side to avoid the Espers on guard duty. Being small was helpful at times like this.
After reaching a secluded spot behind the tent, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and vomited. I didn’t care that the vomit got into my hair.
After throwing up, I felt a bit better. But with my stomach empty, I felt even dizzier and weaker than before.
I ended up lying down right next to where I had thrown up, with my cheek pressed against the cool ground, panting.
The cold dawn air felt good against my feverish body. I thought I might finally be able to get some sleep after a night of tossing and turning.
But my respite didn’t last long. Someone pulled me up, and something touched my lips.
“…?”
Unintentionally, I opened my mouth. Cool water flowed down my throat. In my extreme thirst, it tasted like honey.
I didn’t even think it was strange. Like a weary traveler finding an oasis in the desert, I gulped it down eagerly. Then, I felt a hand wrap around the back of my neck.
That’s when I snapped back to reality. There was no need to check whose hand was tilting my head back and pouring water into my mouth.
“…Rose.”
A voice as cold as ice. Claude was angry.
My heart sank.
“Go… Go away…”
I tried to weakly push him away with my feeble arms.
My whole body was soaked with cold sweat, covered in dirt from crawling on the ground, and my hair was a mess with vomit stuck in it.
