Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 66
I had indeed blabbered without knowing the fear of the final villain.
I hurried to mop up the mess I had spilled.
“That was just something I said out of frustration because you kept pushing me to find your Guide! The kiss was rough that day, but really, what’s important in a kiss is more about the visual of the person you’re kissing than technique……!”
“Right, you were quite skilled that day.”
“……What?”
“You seem to have a lot of kissing experience. With an Esper? Did you avoid me because you had feelings for another Esper?”
…What kind of…
…pathetic, jealousy-filled thing is that to say?
I stared at the final villain, dumbfounded.
Surely not. He couldn’t possibly be jealous.
Maybe it’s just a sense of possessive desire, the kind felt by someone who’s never had to share anything in his life.
Seeing I wasn’t responding, Claude raised an eyebrow in annoyance.
I hastily waved my hands in denial.
“No, no. I don’t have feelings for any Esper.”
“Then? A non-ability man? Who? Someone from the Center… among the office workers, maybe…”
“Ah, what does it matter who I kissed before you, Claude!”
“……How many?”
Claude’s jaw tensed, muscles twitching in apparent anger.
Why does he catch onto such irrelevant details?
I closed my eyes and blurted out.
“The fundamental reason is you, not me!”
“……You’re blaming me? After pushing me to kiss Oscar?”
Claude let out a hollow laugh, as if he couldn’t believe it.
He may not look it, but he’s pettily vindictive.
“Why else would I lie about Lord Oscar being your Guide! It’s because I’m scared of you, Lord Claude!”
“Hah, scared while playing mind games on me?”
“Yes, I’m scared, that’s why I’m kneeling and raising my hands! You think I’d be doing this if I didn’t have to?! My legs are numb and my arms hurt so much!”
I yelled out of frustration and sorrow.
My eyes, swollen from crying, ached.
Of course, my limbs felt as if they no longer belonged to me.
Claude looked down at me, puffing and fuming, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Does that hurt?”
“Of course it hurts, you idiot!”
“……You’re getting bold.”
“Look at you! You use informal language, but when I do, you glare at me!”
My life is ruined. I’ve really gotten myself into trouble with that vile Claude.
This is why good people suffer.
I should have listened to Irene. I couldn’t even protect myself, but foolishly tried to help Claude out of pity, and now my future is completely messed up.
What happens to me now? How will the final villain cut off my limbs?
Will he lock me up and feed me weird dumplings for the rest of my life?
Tears welled up again, and I felt them start to spill over.
Claude sighed and reached out his hand.
Startled, I instinctively jerked my head back, fearing he might hit me.
Claude’s eyebrows twitched in response.
Seeing that he was annoyed, I closed my eyes, expecting the worst.
But instead of hitting me, he grabbed my numb arm and pulled it down. He then plucked me from the ground as if pulling a radish from the field.
My legs, still cramped, couldn’t support me, and I fell into him.
Startled, I tried to pull away, but Claude wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.
He whispered in my ear.
“That’s not it, Rose Valentine.”
“What, what then…”
“There’s a more effective way to calm an angry Esper than crying, isn’t there?”
His voice was playful, like teasing a child.
Playfulness? Impossible in someone who’s the worst villain in this world.
He must be talking about guiding.
Yes, guiding. Even though Claude is the world’s worst villain, he’s an Esper who needs guiding.
If the guiding goes well, maybe there’s a way to coexist with Claude.
I could provide the guiding he wants, and he could ensure my safety in return.
…Of course, that’s if I can control my guiding ability.
“Well, uh, I’m a bit of a unique Guide. I can’t guide whenever I want. Just simple contact doesn’t trigger guiding, and I don’t even know the conditions…”
I stammered, sneakily glancing at Claude, anxious about how he might react to learning I couldn’t freely control my guiding.
But, contrary to my expectations, Claude nonchalantly replied.
“I know.”
