Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 61
“Um, Claude… I’ve never heard of a Guide where guiding doesn’t work even after physical contact. If what you’re saying is true, it would be a discovery significant enough to cause a stir in academic circles… but the likelihood of that is slim.”
“……”
“That mouse… no, that azalea. Do you have any other evidence that she’s your Guide?”
Claude was silent for a moment.
Of course, that’s how it is.
Oscar could see that his friend was so blind in his search for his Guide, so much so that he seemed to be grasping at straws.
Otherwise, why wouldn’t he just meet with any of the other Guides that he might like?
Just as he was getting frustrated, Claude opened his mouth.
“I did it.”
“What?”
“……I kissed her.”
Unbelievable. This was quite a surprising revelation.
Claude, who would shiver at the thought of skin contact with a Guide even on the brink of a rampage. He went to such lengths to prevent even the slightest possibility of contact with a Guide, wrapping himself up tightly.
To think that he was capable of kissing someone and exchanging bodily fluids.
“So, you kissed her, and then the guiding happened?”
“……No, the guiding didn’t happen.”
“What? Then how can you be so sure?”
“……It felt good.”
“?”
“……Very much so.”
“……”
“……”
“……I see, that’s how it is.”
Just a non-ability woman, not a Guide, and he’s head over heels for her.
Claude couldn’t help but feel incredulous, but it seemed my friend wasn’t going to listen to anything he said.
If that azalea woman really is a Guide and Claude likes her, that would be perfect.
She wouldn’t have to reject Claude, and he wouldn’t have to go on a rampage for not finding his Guide.
…Though, poor little azalea got herself entangled with this dangerous man.
“Um, if that azalea really is a capable Guide who can control guiding… Why not compare the situations when guiding happened and when it didn’t? What were the circumstances when the guiding happened, and when it didn’t? What about her mood, things like that?”
“……When it happened, it was during my rampage. And when I was sedated from the guiding medication.”
“Both times you weren’t in your right mind. What about when it didn’t happen?”
“When it didn’t… during mock training. When the cave was collapsing, and she hugged me in fear.”
“Wow, she’s something else. She’s scared and her instinct is to hug you?”
“……”
“Ah, sorry. Continue.”
“……I kissed her to confirm if she was my Guide, because I scared her.”
“……You kissed her for that horrible, despicable reason?”
“……”
“Ah, sorry. Keep going.”
Oscar, the love expert who had dated almost all the female Espers at the Center, inwardly clicked his tongue.
“Looks like the little azalea had every right to be angry. Anyway, is there a common thread in the times when guiding didn’t work?”
“……Fear.”
“What?”
“She was… scared.”
Claude suddenly stood up.
Hearing Claude’s words, Oscar fell into deep thought. Certainly, from the circumstances, ‘fear’ seemed to be the common element and potentially the key to solving the problem.
But if fear is indeed the key, this complicates things.
“……But Claude, there’s a problem.”
“As long as she stops getting frightened……”
“Um, first of all, if it’s a human… it won’t be easy for them not to be scared of you.”
Oscar brought Claude back to reality, seemingly already lost in his own thoughts. Oscar had been somewhat friends with Claude for over a decade and was scared of him every single day.
“First, let’s make Azalea less wary.”
Oscar’s plan was this:
If ‘fear’ really was what’s stopping her guiding energy from flowing, then Rose must not know that Claude suspects her of being his Guide.
However, Rose had already been interrogated by Claude several times. She knew she was under suspicion—making her less wary was a difficult task.
That’s why a third party was needed.
“How about this woman?”
Oscar showed him a picture. It was a woman with short brown hair.
Claude frowned.
“Who is she?”
“How can you not know her? You seem to know every Esper at the Center… She’s an A-class female Guide, Shana McQueen.”
“So?”
“Recently, there’s been a rumor that you’re looking for a short brown-haired Guide. It seems she cut and dyed her hair because of that. It’s perfect timing. Pretend that you suspect this woman, not Azalea, to be your Guide.”
“……”
“Go on dates with her, make it seem like you’re quite taken with her. Right? Then Azalea will naturally think, ‘Ah, Claude doesn’t suspect me anymore,’ and let her guard down. It’ll be more effective than saying a hundred times, ‘I don’t suspect you. Don’t be scared.'”
“……”
“Can you do it?”
