Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 69
Since my job was to assist him anyway, Claude told me that since he won’t be going out of the lodging, I don’t need to bother going to work either.
Thanks to that, I can just lie around all day in this cloud-like bed and still get my salary on time.
At first, I kept whining about why we had to live together, but…
Now, I’m just resigned to living well, pretending I can’t win against it.
Spending my days in luxury and indulgence, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to bear going back to the dorm room I shared with Irene.
“What’s this? It feels like my dream has come true.”
My dream was to earn a passive income, be a wealthy jobless person, become independent from Irene…
And isn’t that exactly what’s happening now?
I was lost in these pointless thoughts when suddenly, I heard voices through the slightly open door.
Voices?
For the past week, it had been just Claude and me in this lodging. Naturally, I was curious.
So, after rolling around in bed for a while, I finally got up and left the room.
As soon as I stepped out, I saw the living room with a yellow sofa and a table, and small paintings clustered on the walls. All things I had filled the place with during my week at Claude’s house.
“Go there…”
“…Yes, sir.”
“Just everything…”
Claude was at the entrance. With his back turned to me, I caught a glimpse of someone standing beyond him.
So, someone really does come to this house. I thought it was impenetrable due to the dark aura around it.
…Or maybe they always came and left while I was sprawled out sleeping?
Anyway, he could have just let them in.
Claude was talking in a low voice to the guest, standing outside. The guest’s identity was obscured by Claude’s broad back.
“Understood. Then, as requested…”
“…Rose?”
Claude noticed my presence first. He turned halfway around to look at me.
He seemed to have just showered, his hair still damp, wearing a loose sweater.
He always wears something like a priest’s robe outside, avoiding contact with people’s skin. I thought that was like a second skin for Claude, but it turns out he’s human after all.
Of course, his visuals were beyond human.
Even his hastily thrown-on, post-shower look was radiant.
That’s when I felt a bit embarrassed about my messy, curly hair.
“You’re up?”
“Erm, yeah…”
I casually brushed my hair with my fingers and nodded in greeting. Then I saw the person behind Claude…
“Huh?”
It was a familiar face. One of the logs that had been following Claude around like a shadow.
One of the trio I used to eat bread with and who incurred Claude’s wrath, resulting in us never seeing each other again.
“Log!”
“Ah, Lady Rose—”
I still didn’t know his name, but I was so happy to see him that I called him log anyway.
Which number was he? He wasn’t the distinctly handsome Number 1, so he must be either Number 2 or 3.
Despite not knowing his number, Log seemed to recognize me, hesitantly raising his hand in acknowledgment.
I never thought someone I knew would come to visit. Filled with joy, I walked towards the entrance…
Bang!
“Ah!”
The door slammed shut with a loud noise.
“…Log?”
A sinister voice pierced my ear.
There stood Claude, looking menacingly down at me.
“…Huh?”
“You even give out nicknames now?”
I was dumbfounded.
“No, what nickname…”
“Then why did you call him that?”
“B, because I don’t even know his name…’
Despite my flawless logic, Claude scowled, clearly displeased with my answer.
“Don’t call him Log.”
“I don’t know his name, so please tell me.”
“Just don’t call him.”
“…What?”
“Come here.”
Claude, seemingly done with the conversation, grabbed my arm and dragged me to the living room sofa, where I plopped down. Into my stunned lap, something suddenly appeared.
Claude had handed me the package that he had received from Log earlier. I thought it was some serious and confidential document, considering their intensely hushed conversation.
Turns out, it was a box of cupcakes from a famous bakery in a distant region, one of each variety.
