There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 30

Is this the real life?

(Interpretation: Is this for fucking real?)

Even if I try to console myself with the lyrics of a historic masterpiece, it does not work. Of course not. Because a major setting error has just occurred.

Fuck! Why is this for real?!

‘Would it be okay to add a setting where Cassis de Millang’s mysophobia is suddenly cured?’

Of course, it is not okay. It is to the point where I cannot believe that I, who is not ignorant of how extremely sensitive Cassis de Millang is about his gloves, would commit such an act.

This bastard’s condition, though called mysophobia, was actually closer to ‘if I don’t wear gloves, my personality goes to shit syndrome.’ The reason was not specified in the story, but at the very least, an agreement had been reached among the characters not to touch upon it. Because if you did, he would openly throw a fit.

In that case, of course, the de Millang family and the novel’s protagonist would also be aware that Cassis, for whatever reason, is in a state where he cannot live without his gloves.

But I just went ahead and unveiled Cassis de Millang’s bare hands.

‘Without any cause or reason……!’

If I introduce a change to the character of Cassis de Millang without a pre-planned reason or catalyst for that change, I am the one who gets into trouble, and yet I did it. Shit, God, am I going to get ratted out to the de Millang family and end up with my skull crushed and my neck sliced? I need to come up with an excuse, but my nervous head could not find a proper way out.

There is only despair.

‘Ah, ah. Why did I make such a mistake?!’

Dammit. This is all Ryuseong’s fault. I was distracted because he dumped me. Shit, I just wanted to rub our lips together a little, and you think my pride wouldn’t be hurt if you dumped me like that? Honestly, he was the one who pounced on me in the nurse’s office, and now he’s pretending he had nothing to do with it? So I cursed him a little behind his back. After he left, I thoroughly checked that he wasn’t coming back, and even locked the door.

I remember arranging my clothes while spitting out viscous profanities with a sharp pronunciation.

I wore a silk shirt instead of the stiffly starched uniform shirt, and strapped a shirt garter belt to my thigh. Then I put on knee-high stockings, wore a sock garter, and put on my pants.

The pants are also a custom-made uniform with a design similar to the school uniform but a little more luxurious. So my skinny leg line looks quite stylish. On top of that, I tightened a corset belt, wore a shoulder holster, and instead of a cravat that wraps around the neck, I tied a jabot with extravagant lace and secured it with a brooch mixed with diamonds and emeralds. My shoes were boots that covered up to below my knees. I styled every single strand of my hair naturally and came out.

I remember up to this point, but I forgot to put on the most important thing, my gloves.

‘Damn Cassis de Millang. You wear so many clothes. If you had just walked around naked, this wouldn’t have happened, you bad man.’

Ah. Since it has become my body, let’s side with Cassis. Cassis, don’t listen. It’s not your fault. This is all Ryuseong’s fault. Not because of my memory, not because of Cassis de Millang’s fashion taste, but because Kim Ryuseong, that son of a bitch, trampled on my pride, a major incident like this occurred.

Even if I spin my wishful thinking like that, it was my responsibility to clean up the mess anyway. Damn. I had to clean it up somehow. That is the only way I will not die.

So I smiled nonchalantly.

“There’s been a change of heart.”

“…….”

You know, there is that old saying. When you get dumped, you cut your hair. I am saying it is the same for me. Since I got dumped by you, I am going to take off my gloves…… Hahat! Ha.

Hah…….

“A change?”

But seeing the strange expression on Ryuseong’s face, it seemed he had misunderstood my words. As if Ryuseong was not enough, the cadets who had been perking up their ears exchanged glances and engaged in a silent battle of wits that I could not understand, and this time too, Logan was the first to speak.

“Could, could it be, sir, are you getting married?”

……Hey, you. You’re no gentleman, you crazy bastard. How can the one who is said to be the most gentlemanly of all come up with something like this every time he speaks? Where on earth is the gentlemanly etiquette that makes you think of getting a wedding ring just because someone shows their fingers? I did not hold back the look of contempt that inadvertently crossed my face, and Logan realized his own mistake and apologized.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Then perhaps you are in the stage of exchanging betrothal gifts?”

……Cancel that. It seems he did not realize. I felt the urge to hit his head with the object I was holding in my hand, just like Professor Pungseonja, but I forced myself to suppress it. The magic textbook is as thick as an encyclopedia, you see. No matter what, it would be troublesome to kill a person. There are many eyes watching here. Right? So let’s be good. Okay?

With that sentiment, I just smiled gently.

Like a pacifist. Benevolently.

“It would be better for your well-being to keep your mouth shut rather than having that tongue of yours cut off.”

“…….”

Oh, has my true feeling been conveyed to the people? The murmuring surroundings also quieted down. It feels kind of heartwarming, doesn’t it? Hahat.

If everyone hadn’t shut up, I was thinking of maybe smashing Logan’s head, but I’m glad.

‘It would be a pain to deal with if blood splattered on the textbook.’

Anyway, this was my thought. It is not right for me to say I was dumped, and it is also not right to say that bastard dumped me, so I will just not say anything!

But the strange one is, as always, Ryuseong.

I thought I had to drag him away and kiss him to shut him up before he opened his mouth of truth and gifted me with a predicament. Ah? Kiss him? It is an idiomatic expression, but I wish I could really kiss him. Deep kiss is good.

No, anyway. I got sidetracked, but this is what I was trying to say. It is suspicious that Ryuseong is so strangely silent even when I have not shut him up. Isn’t it? Not even refuting the rumors, whether they spread or not.

What’s wrong? What good would it do you for a rumor to spread that you are dating a de Millang?

‘Do you want to become a traitor to the Korean peninsula?’

What on earth do you want?

‘Why are you trying to take three magic classes, unlike in the original work?!’

But before I could drag him away, I had to choose and submit my subjects first, and in the end, I followed Ryuseong and ended up learning three different kinds of magic. That fucking son of a bitch…….

This time, no matter what, I will definitely uncover your true intentions.

For real. Sniff.

*

“Why don’t you explain what kind of scheme you’re plotting, while I’m giving you the chance.”

And as expected, Ryuseong was caught as soon as the magic department orientation was over.

To be precise, he was guided to a secluded, shady spot in the backyard for a conversation, but to be honest, the sight of Cassis de Millang guiding him to a deserted place with ‘that’ kind of expression was quite chilling, so when his prediction that he would demand a conversation came true, Ryuseong smiled faintly.

He thought it was a relief that it did not start with a death threat.

“Are you smiling?”

What came back was a venomous voice that sounded as if it would rip the corners of his mouth right off. But Ryuseong was not surprised.

Cassis’s reaction was within Ryuseong’s range of expectations. For now.

“In the morning you said you didn’t even want a kiss, so what is this? Why aren’t you refuting it even though you’re getting involved with me? Was it a tantrum? Were you pulling some cheap trick to get even a little more attention? Were you that horny? Were you in heat because you wanted to sleep with me?”

But when Cassis opened his mouth again, Ryuseong, amidst the countless possibilities, had never once expected such a reaction, and he felt all his planned answers being thrown away.

He was not surprised by the base words. He was just surprised by the speaker. To think that words like “horny” or “in heat” would be chewed and spat out from between the lips of someone as noble as Cassis de Millang.

Ryuseong tried not to contort his expression like a greenhorn rookie, but he could not stop a dumbfounded sound from escaping.

“……Such words, in broad daylight?”

But Cassis seemed to be angry. As if some domain unique to Cassis de Millang, which Ryuseong would never know, had been invaded.

“Haha, don’t be coy and open your mouth. Before I bite that pathetic tongue of yours off. I am a master who overlooks clumsy schemes, but it’s troublesome if you cross the line.”

“……Ha.”

“Tell me what you want straight. I’m saying I’ll let it slide. Right now.”

This reaction was unexpected. But for Ryuseong, a venomous sneer was several times more comfortable than a melted face when dealing with Cassis de Millang, so he was rather glad.

That he was once again curling his lips into a cynical smile and baring his teeth fiercely.

‘Just seeing your anger makes me feel like I’m on a battlefield.’

<Guardian of the World>, that is Ryuseong’s proper noun. The title he was destined for from birth is ‘Guardian,’ but the proper noun he blossomed into before the regression had the modifier ‘of the World’ attached to it.

The one who protects their world is Ryuseong.

In the future before the regression, according to his own beliefs and will, Ryuseong was finally defined as the unique existence that would protect the world.

The one whom such a Ryuseong is most intensely wary of is the young man before his eyes…….

No, that is not right. He is a man. The fact that his lines are slender and beautiful is not important. Both in terms of age and as an independent personality, he has already been completed, so he is an existence that must be called a man.

And he, Cassis de Millang, with a magically ageless face, smiled refreshingly and tried to crush the world. That is why Ryuseong could not protect the world.

It was none other than.

Because you were the enemy.