Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 47
Low-ranked office worker’s survival tip #1: Always look busy.
Never be caught doing nothing. If there’s no work, find something, or at least pretend to be busy.
Because if you don’t look busy, they’ll give you more work.
As I rolled my eyes around, pondering what to pretend to be doing, my gaze met Claude’s.
Startled, he gave me a ‘what’s up?’ look.
“Um, am I assigned exclusively to support you, Lord Claude?”
“Seems so.”
Claude answered nonchalantly.
Not surprising. It’s clear Claude orchestrated this to avoid the hassle of telling someone from the Guide Division to fetch me every time.
Otherwise, it’s unheard of to be assigned to just one person in a role typically managing ten to fifteen Espers.
Just yesterday, I resolved to distance myself from Claude…
Yet now, I’m appointed to assist him closely.
Does he think he can just shuffle someone’s job placement around for his convenience? Utterly frustrating guy.
But once again, I am a mature professional.
“So, um, what should I do?”
“…”
“There’s no one to hand over duties to me…”
Usually, when reassigned to a new department, someone gives at least a brief overview of the tasks.
Why is there no one here…?
As I cautiously spoke, Claude seemed to ponder for a moment but soon dismissed it.
“If there’s nothing to do, rest.”
“…Pardon me?”
“I’ll give you tasks when they come up. Until then, just rest.”
…?
Did I hear that right?
Since joining the Center, I’ve never once been told to ‘rest until there’s work.’
Regardless of my confusion, Claude nonchalantly returned to his book.
So… Claude is somewhat my boss, and I’m a dutiful employee, so… maybe I should take a little break?
Just as I was getting ready to relax…
“Ah.”
Claude spoke up, as if something just occurred to him.
So there it is. ‘Rest until there’s something to do,’ my butt. Like such luck would ever come my way.
Just as I was about to feel disappointed…
“Over there, feel free to take anything from the fridge. I hardly eat any of it anyway.”
“…?”
After finishing his sentence, Claude turned his attention back to his book.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
Rest until there’s work? And eat whatever I want in the meantime?
Is this really work? They won’t ask me for money when I clock out, right?
Even as I opened the fridge, I was skeptical.
I imagined a villain like Claude would only drink expensive water. The fridge would be stocked with strong liquor. He would eat steaks rare, blood spurting out. And for snacks, probably some rotten cheese.
But when I actually opened the fridge door… I was so moved, I almost cried.
It was filled with an assortment of desserts.
Do S-Class Espers have their fridges filled by others, untouched by themselves?
Sneaking glances at Claude, who seemed uninterested, I initially took out only two slices of cake but then secretly added a macaron to my haul and returned to my seat.
Claude has severe mysophobia, so I must be careful not to spill anything… like not waking a sleeping tiger…
As I delicately put a piece in my mouth…
“Wow, this is so fu…!”
“…”
…So fvcking delicious!
I almost reflexively cursed, forgetting who I was with.
I hastily closed my mouth and rolled my eyes, only to meet Claude’s glance.
Sleeping tiger…
Claude nonchalantly looked back at his book. Thankfully, the tiger’s whiskers remained undisturbed.
The desserts were the best I’d ever had. They melted in my mouth, a soft texture and sweetness…
If this peace could continue, I wouldn’t mind being the secretary to a villain.
With that pointless thought, I rolled up my sleeves and aggressively devoured the desserts.
After finishing the cake, what did I do next?
Nothing.
The ultimate villain just kept reading his book.
He said to rest, but how can a mere office worker relax in front of the most powerful Esper?
I thought I should at least pretend to organize some nonexistent documents…
But then, a snapping sound near my ear jolted me awake.
To my dismay, I had actually fallen asleep! It was so boring with nothing to do!
Outside, it was already getting dark.
Startled, I jerked my head up, only to have the page of my work notebook, which I had opened to look busy, stick to my face, wet with drool.
