Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 48
In my haste to detach the notebook and wipe away the saliva, Claude looked down at me with a troubled expression.
…Right, he has a severe aversion to germs, so drool is a bit too much.
As I frantically closed the soaked notebook, he said,
“Get up.”
Ah, it seemed like he was finally about to assign me some work.
“…What should I do?” I asked.
“Follow me,” he gestured. I automatically checked the time.
Outside was already dark, and the clock indicated it was 6:50 PM.
Aww, I was supposed to clock out in 10 minutes…
But honestly, having spent the entire workday eating and sleeping, I couldn’t really complain about leaving early.
Dragging my feet, I stood up, and Claude pointed to my coat hanging on one side of the chair.
“Put that on.”
“?”
Were we going outside the Center?
***
“Wow! Lord Claude, visiting here has been a lifelong dream of mine. Do you have a meeting here tonight?”
“…”
“But why did you bring me along?”
“…”
Claude had brought me to a restaurant in the city.
A place where a single meal costs as much as a public servant’s monthly salary at the center! And it’s so popular that reservations are typically made almost a year in advance!
He brought me to this restaurant.
For a moment, I forgot the intimidating villain Claude is and babbled on excitedly.
“But it’s so popular here. There’s not a single other customer. Did you book the whole place?”
“…”
“Really…?”
It seemed that an S-Class Esper like Claude could just cancel everyone else’s reservations, even those made a year in advance, and book the entire restaurant.
One of my bucket list items after transmigrating into this world was to secure a reservation here, and Claude rented out the entire restaurant.
As much as Claude is unbelievably wealthy, I’ve never really envied him since he’s on a completely different level.
But this… I might actually be a bit jealous…
Then a thought struck me.
But why did he bring me to this restaurant?
“It’s an honor to serve you. Please, follow me this way,” said a server with polite demeanor, leading us to our table.
I hurriedly followed Claude to our table. Two seats were prepared by a window with a great view.
Claude sat down nonchalantly.
The server naturally pulled out a chair for me, assuming I was Claude’s companion.
I hesitated for a moment.
There were only two seats.
But surely, Claude hadn’t brought me to this restaurant to have dinner with just the two of us.
He bought me food at the festival, yes, but that was more about getting Shana something and adding one for me as an afterthought.
Ah, so he must have a date with Shana here today. And I was brought along for his ‘verification’ purpose.
I was convinced that the seat opposite him wasn’t meant for me.
So, instead of sitting down, I stood awkwardly next to the table.
Claude glanced at me with raised eyebrows, as if questioning my actions.
…Is this not right?
But soon, he looked away without a word, and began drinking water with utmost elegance and grace.
That’s to be expected. What can you expect from the villain?
I silently grumbled to myself, wondering why he’d brought me here if I was just to be a backdrop.
Soon, the manager entered the room. He was startled to see me standing stiffly next to Claude but quickly composed himself, a testament to his professionalism as a top-tier restaurant manager.
He approached Claude and bowed politely,
“Thank you for honoring us with your visit. We’ll serve you to the best of our abilities.”
The rude Claude didn’t seem to show much reaction to the manager’s courteous words.
“Lord Claude, will they be setting the table for one?”
“…”
“Ahem!”
“…”
“Lord Claude, my legs are hurting…”
I tried to look as pitiful as possible, twisting my legs.
I hadn’t even dreamed of sitting and eating with him.
But who knows? Maybe he’d let me eat at a nearby table.
Pride? In a once-in-a-lifetime restaurant, it seemed fine to put that aside for a bit.
Claude, as if he had forgotten about me, said,
“Ah, right.”
“Yes, yes…!”
“You can leave now.”
“Huh?”
Anger surged within me.
