There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 113

Meanwhile, the memory Ryuseong recalled was slightly different. He was remembering from the moment he entered the Republic of Korea after the dungeon raid was over.

“Please take care, Master! I, too, shall train diligently and achieve results that will allow me to assist you!”

Before reaching the Academy, Cassis de Millang had brought Kirill, who had pledged to be his lifelong loyal retainer, and left him with a gang of smugglers in Incheon. He then immediately took Ryuseong and delved into a dark back alley.

“Let’s run a little more. Until there are no people in sight.”

Even so, the fact that many eyes had brushed past them would become an indelible record, caught in everyone’s information network….

“…Do I not have to disguise myself this time?”

“Disguises are meaningless now. They would have figured everything out a long time ago. So take it off.”

“…Why?”

It was a question with a double meaning.

First. Ryuseong did not know why Cassis was so sure that their identities had been seen through by the ‘Demon World’ of Incheon, including the smuggler ‘Witch Hag.’

‘De Millang’s information network is probably significantly different from mine, a mere cadet’s…’

…But could Cassis de Millang really access de Millang’s information network?

‘If so, where did he get the information?’

And the crucial second reason.

“I said take it off.”

“…And I’m asking why….”

Ryuseong couldn’t understand why he was being told to undress when he wasn’t even going to put on a disguise. But unfortunately for him, the back alley they had reached, running like the wind, was truly deserted.

Cassis de Millang nonchalantly pushed aside Ryuseong’s jacket, untied the ribbons of his clothes, and began to remove the jeoksam underneath.

Ryuseong, whose fingers twitched as he tried to roughly push Cassis away, let out a short, rough groan a moment later, then simply furrowed his brow and looked away.

It had been a long time since he realized that Cassis de Millang was not the kind of worthless trash he had thought him to be. He figured there must be some reason for this action as well.

‘He probably noticed I was uncomfortable when I sat in the chair to meet with the Witch Hag alone.’

…If Ryuseong had also belatedly realized the wound Cassis de Millang was secretly hiding, he would have no choice but to do the same.

He had no intention of interfering if that was the reason, but still, he didn’t think it was a good choice for Cassis de Millang to be stripping him in the street. After all, this was public indecency. No matter how deserted it was, and even if he was only taking off his top….

‘What if someone comes.’

More importantly, how was he supposed to endure the ticklish sensation brushing against his chest and the visual shock?

‘This is a special kind of torture.’

Ryuseong was thinking this and keeping his gaze fixed far away, when suddenly there was the sound of a blade and Cassis’s fingertips were cut. Cassis had sliced his own fingertips with a dagger. Ryuseong gritted his teeth and snatched Cassis’s hand. But Cassis had already achieved his goal.

[The word has been bound, so the act will follow the revelation.]

Thump! The moment the magic circle flashed, Ryuseong, who had been trying to stop him, was slammed against the wall of the back alley.

The blow must have been quite strong, as his internal organs throbbed. He couldn’t tell if the intention was to treat his wound or threaten the patient, (so he wondered if this was payback for not telling him sooner) but Ryuseong was at a disadvantage now, unable to make a sound for fear that someone would see them in this state.

‘Damn bastard, he knows I’m putting up with this for his sake!’

Even as Ryuseong, who was letting this happen for the sake of Cassis de Millang’s dignity, gritted his teeth, Cassis’s expression did not change.

Cassis de Millang, who he had thought smiled like a doll in the dungeon, was now expressionless.

…Perhaps it was because Ryuseong’s abdomen, which was now revealed, was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages?

Becoming more cautious, Cassis carefully removed the bandages to prevent any flesh from tearing off with them. What was now visible was a messy scar, the skin crudely held together with something like staples.

“…”

“…”

Cassis de Millang’s expression did not change. The logic behind his actions was also roughly apparent. Ryuseong knew well how rapidly the consumption of potions increased on a battlefield, and he was one of the few who could endure by stemming the bleeding of his own wounds with his mana. That was probably why he had come all this way from the battlefield without receiving treatment.

‘Stupidly.’

Cassis de Millang opened a subspace and rubbed the most expensive golden potion he owned onto Ryuseong’s abdomen.

At the touch of that hand, which caressed him from a breath’s distance while his head was bowed, his round head vulnerably exposed, Ryuseong felt his lower abdomen grow taut.

…He believed it wasn’t sexual arousal. As the wound inflicted on Ryuseong by that monster, that Named called ‘Jeong Ian’ with pitch-black eyes, snow-white skin, jet-black hair, who was smiling while covered in blood, began to heal, as his internal organs mended and returned to their proper places, as his flesh grew back… as the nerves reconnected and filled with blood, he was feeling a ticklish sensation….

He wanted to believe that.

But unlike Ryuseong, whose mind had been sullied, Cassis de Millang’s goal really was purely to treat the wound, as he immediately released the binding spell that had held Ryuseong as soon as the treatment with the S-rank potion was finished.

Ryuseong, whose arms had been raised to bind his thick wrists together, rubbed his throbbing wrists a few times and hunched his posture strangely. When Cassis de Millang approached him again and helped him with his clothes, almost embracing him, he seemed a little startled and tried to step back with a frown. In response to that reaction, Cassis de Millang tightened his arms and fully embraced the hot, firm body, his own mole beneath his eye crinkling slightly.

“I know you don’t like it, but accept it when you have to.”

“Accept what.”

“You were the one who asked me why I, a young master, am so bad at receiving service.”

Even though Cassis de Millang was practically draped in his arms, the thoughts of his lower body vanished in an instant. Instead, Ryuseong was dumbfounded.

Cassis de Millang… what did he just say?

“…You’re saying you, will serve me?”

Ryuseong forcibly bit his tongue, which had been about to say ‘Are you in your right mind, you a de Millang,’ and answered a beat later.

Cassis de Millang furrowed his brow as if tired of such trivial friction, but….

“I’m just being considerate as a party member who was clueless enough to have only just now found out about your torn stomach. Do you not like it?”

There was only one thing Ryuseong could say.

“Yeah. I don’t like it.”

Of course, from the moment he saw Cassis de Millang’s childhood, he knew he wasn’t a proper de Millang. But regardless of that, Ryuseong did not want to demand service from him. For one, Ryuseong was healthy and could put on his own clothes. Besides, he was extremely precious.

But there was one more reason he didn’t want to be served. In fact, that might be the real problem.

“We have to be neat since we’re going back to the Academy now.”

“You’re the one who….”

“I am already neat.”

Looking down, Cassis de Millang was neat, except for the part of him pressed against Ryuseong. Ryuseong fumbled with his reddened wrist and, for some reason, had a suggestive thought before shaking his head.

“I can’t win against you with words.”

“It’ll be that way until your life runs out.”

That was a slightly strange thing to say. Normally, one would say it would be that way for a lifetime.

Until your life runs out, he said.

“…”

But Ryuseong did not press the matter, and Cassis de Millang, with his cool hands, delved into Ryuseong’s hot body….

“Want to stop by the villa for a bit? The clothes I bought for you are all there. It’d be nice to wear new clothes.”

“What’s the point when I have to wear the uniform anyway….”

The next moment, Ryuseong couldn’t hold back a groan and covered his mouth with his hand. Cassis de Millang knew exactly what his lowered hand had touched. As Ryuseong made a suppressed sound and grabbed Cassis’s wrist to twist it, Cassis de Millang’s voice crept into Ryuseong’s ear, as refreshingly as a playful boy, or as captivatingly as the scent of a rich flower spreading all at once.

And he let out a laugh.

“I’m spoon-feeding you since you might not know.”

“…”

“Do you know how to accept it?”

Ryuseong shuddered, proving that he did not know how to accept it, and Cassis de Millang laughed gleefully in disappointment.

“You don’t, as expected. Are idiots different? Ahaha.”

But in truth, there was something Cassis de Millang didn’t know either. Just as the people of the Demon World could discern their identities from a single strand of hair Cassis had deliberately plucked and dropped, it was a sorry thing for the clueless Cassis de Millang, but.

In the dungeon, in that brief moment when he was separated from Cassis de Millang.

“You are….”

Ryuseong had encountered the boss monster, ‘Jeong Ian.’

“…Who are you.”

And he had heard ‘his’ voice.

[Do you want to know?]

A snake-like red tongue was tempting him.

With a trap that could be truth or lie.

[If you want to know, then your own stomach…]

Eventually, Ryuseong touched the area around his well-healed abdomen and gazed at Cassis de Millang, who was laughing while berating Lee Hyang at the Academy.

‘What on earth happened to make someone like you become a mass murderer.’

To protect Cassis de Millang, Ryuseong had to find that out first.

Even if Cassis de Millang didn’t want him to.

No, perhaps………

‘Even if Jeong Ian doesn’t want me to.’