Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 65
There’s a saying that cuteness is the endgame.
Actually, no, I made that up.
Blinking my wet eyes, I made the most pitiful expression I could muster.
Not being as beautiful as Irene or Shana, I couldn’t rely on seduction.
So, I resorted to imitating a small, pitiable creature that would evoke a sense of guilt if harmed.
Surprisingly effective, Claude seemed to be consoling me.
“Don’t worry, Rose. My only Guide… I couldn’t possibly kill you.”
“……Really?”
“Yes.”
He’s agreeing so easily to spare me?
With my trust in Claude hitting rock bottom, I was immediately suspicious.
Sure enough, one corner of Claude’s lips curled up ominously.
“Why kill you and lose my Guide? Instead, I can just chop off your limbs and lock you up to only look at me…”
“Ahhhhhhh! Please spare my limbs too!”
An evil villain like him could easily do that!
Thud, thud. Chopping off my limbs, restraining me so I can’t escape, using me like a portable battery for guiding whenever he wants!
I tried to shuffle away from Claude, but my legs got cramps, and I just ended up collapsing in a ridiculous heap.
Claude chuckled scornfully.
“Rose, get back in position.”
“My, my legs are numb…”
“……”
“Uwahhh…”
Demanding someone with cramped legs to kneel again. He’s truly devilish!
I hesitated, glancing around unwillingly.
I thought of stalling, just until my legs recovered, before he actually chopped off my limbs in anger.
Claude watched me with my teary, swollen eyes, then slowly rose from the sofa.
He strode over and squatted in front of me.
Claude’s breath was close enough to feel on my face.
“Such a crybaby.”
“……”
“Always needing attention…”
His long, cold hand approached my face.
I should’ve resisted the urge to act up.
What would that hand do to me? Terrified, I squeezed my eyes shut.
But the expected pain didn’t come.
“……And yet, I’m so lenient with you, it makes me angry.”
His hand cradled my cheek, tender as if handling something precious.
His red eyes fixed on me. Those eyes I thought were scary…
Well, they still are scary…
“So…”
It was strange. He was tormenting me, yet his gaze seemed somehow warmer…
His eyes seemed to say he’d forgive anything I did…
“Can I stop kneeling now?”
“……”
Claude’s perfectly sculpted face twisted in an instant.
“Being lenient means forgiving, which means I don’t have to be punished…!”
“……Raise your arms and kneel properly again.”
“Yes, sir.”
So, it was to be.
No matter how much I hurt, Claude was not the type to care.
He coldly got up and returned to the sofa, crossing his legs.
I grumbled inwardly, resuming my kneeling position with arms raised.
How much more time passed like that, I wondered.
“Why did you hide it?”
Claude abruptly asked that out of the blue.
Already feeling snubbed, I retorted sharply.
“Why do you always speak so cryptically?”
“What?”
“Like, ‘Don’t we have a lot to talk about?’ and when I ask what, you say I should know. I don’t know. Even now, you ask ‘why’ but what’s the reason? How should I know? Do all villains play twenty questions? Asking vague questions and expecting precise answers…”
“……”
“Ah, I mean…”
“Why did you hide that you were the Guide who guided me that day?”
Though trying to contain his anger, Claude strained the last of his patience to ask.
I was silenced by his words, my rambling coming to a sudden halt.
Calm down, Rose Valentine. This isn’t a question to answer recklessly.
I quickly thought.
This world is actually a game. You’re the worst villain in the universe, who, according to the original plot, kills the female lead and male leads. I avoided you because being near you felt like a threat to my life.
But of course, I couldn’t say that.
As I scrambled for a reply, Claude beat me to it.
“……Now that I think about it, you did say something like that before. When you absurdly claimed Oscar was my Guide.”
“……”
“And that I was so bad at kissing, my Guide couldn’t bear to be near me…”
“Ha, ha! What nonsense I spoke! Was I out of my mind!”
