There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 47

As a subtle sense of unease crept up on me, I just stared up at Ryuseong.

In the meantime, Myohan was casually tossing out greetings like, “Oh, hello. You’re that salutatorian, right?” but Ryuseong was strangely focused only on me.

“Um, Mr. Salutatorian, can’t you hear me? Goodness. Have I finally become the invisible man…”

“…What did you two talk about here?”

“Hmm? I don’t know why you’re asking that. Why are you suddenly interrogating me? You’re scaring me.”

Huh. This atmosphere is strange. In the original work, Myohan and Ryuseong had amazing chemistry, but are they awkward here? Well, it makes sense that they wouldn’t have a point of contact. In the original work, Haeyuna, Ihyang, and Ryuseong were hanging out together and became friends with the voluntarily solitary Shin Myohan, so now that he’s not with either Haeyuna or Ihyang, there might not have been a chance for them to get close…

“Tsk.”

At that moment, Ryuseong clicked his tongue and lifted me up in a flash. He was about to sling me over his shoulder but then changed the position to a princess carry. Good move. If he had pressed my stomach by mistake, he would have witnessed the world’s strongest nobleman’s vomiting scene. Thanks to Ryuseong’s wise judgment, it has been postponed to a later date.

Ryuseong, who said nothing more after that, kidnapped me just like that, and I, being carried away leisurely, waved my hand at Shin Myohan.

But the words that followed from behind were not what I had expected.

“Hey, Salutatorian—! Obsession is a disease, they say—!”

Regardless of whether anyone was starting a try-not-to-laugh challenge, Myohan shouted cheerfully. I think Ryuseong gritted his teeth, but it must be my imagination, right?

“Love healthily before I report you to the police—!”

…I’m really sorry to Ryuseong, but I can’t stop laughing. I let out a snort of laughter without realizing it, and as a consequence, I received a terrifying glare from Ryuseong, but I couldn’t stop. Still, since I did feel sorry for making him suffer defamation, I sent an explanation to Myohan in my mind. Um, well, thank you, but I don’t think you need to worry about Ryuseong.

I’m the one who’s obsessed.

‘Heh heh.’

I plan to be clingy today and tomorrow. To be precise, Ryuseong is the one being messily obsessed over by me, so I’d appreciate it if you just didn’t report us to the police…

It was so funny that my anxiety and everything else just flew away. By the way, it feels like Ryuseong’s grip has gotten quite strong, why is he being like this?

‘Is he bragging about how strong his grip is?’

Anyway, Ryuseong dragged me to our room for two, laid me down on the bed, and before I could even come to my senses, he forced open my small mouth and shoved something hard deep inside.

“Oof!”

I resisted violently, but he was stubborn. After a few rough and fierce back-and-forth motions, my jaw was ruthlessly forced open, and a sticky liquid trickled down my throat, leaving a disgusting taste…

For the record, this is a description of the process of swallowing medicine.

Nobody misunderstood, right?

‘Stop your wicked imagination—!’

Having been forcibly fed the medicine like that, I coughed and choked, trying to wipe away the antidote that had dribbled down my chin with my wrist. However, Ryuseong was opening a new cap, as if to shove the thick glass bottle into my mouth once more.

“W-wait a minute. Ugh,”

“Open.”

“I’ve been wanting to point this out for a while, but if you cut off your words like that, it stimulates a wild imagination, ugh.”

“The one having such imaginations is the pervert. You shameless de Millang…”

It wasn’t an incorrect statement, so I meekly accepted the medicine. His gaze was businesslike, as if a mother bird were feeding its baby, but when I coughed and choked, pretending my throat was uncomfortable, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and adjusted my posture to make it easier to swallow. Am I the only one who finds this extremely erotic? The fact that Ryuseong is being businesslike makes it feel even more stimulating for some reason.

‘Guess this is why I’m called trash.’

“You have a fever.”

Then, a low voice lazily caresses my ear. Because he came closer to me, his voice stabs my eardrum even more erotically. Ryuseong’s irises are a vivid blue as he presses his forehead against mine to check my temperature and gazes deeply into my eyes.

How can such a clear and opaque blue exist in a human body? His inhuman gaze, which shines with a dazzling brilliance….

At that sight, the original work suddenly came to mind.

‘The Stranger.’

Ryuseong held Korean citizenship, but his birth was not accounted for in the records of the Republic of Korea.

He had black hair and distinct features, and other than his blue eyes, nothing was known about him, and there was no way to uncover anything. It was just that the head of the Halla Sect had picked him up in a wilderness where a meteor shower had fallen.

That was because Ryuseong was a young boy who had survived alone in the fields stolen by the black fog, eating corpses without distinguishing between humans and monsters like a wild animal.

‘Not like others.’

It was unknown who had conceived him or whose seed he had received. There was even talk that he might be a child conceived by a corpse. Perhaps it was an unscientific remark, but some also said that seeing his bewitching eyes, he might be a hybrid of a monster and a human. Or, perhaps he was a Pandora sent by monsters to ruin the human world…

All sorts of things were said. Everyone shunned him.

However, when it became known through a certain great shaman that he had been destined to have the epithet of Guardian from birth, everything changed.

There had never been anyone with an innate epithet until then. Ryuseong was the only one who had ever been acknowledged by the World Tree as having the ability to interfere with the world just by being born.

This time, everyone became desperate to have him.

This was based on the judgment that since he was a child, they could intervene when his unique name bloomed; in short, it was a scheme to tame him into a guard who would be absolutely loyal to his master. It was a ploy to enslave a human being.

And right at that moment, the king of Korean hip-hop appears.

‘Cut the crap, you scoundrels! You should be ashamed of yourselves! Do you feel good having such fucked-up delusions about a seven-year-old kid?! Hey, Mr. Kim! I heard your son is seven. Would you feel good if someone did that to your son?!’

The head of the Halla Sect had no intention of forcing Ryuseong to be raised. But he also found no reason not to raise Ryuseong. He felt that as long as he could protect the child from their greed, being clawed at by a child who didn’t even know human language was perfectly fine.

He didn’t mind that it would take a lot of work and care; he just hoped that he could at least instill in him a steadfast will that would allow him to overcome the harsh storms that would blow his way.

He thought that if he couldn’t do that, he shouldn’t raise him.

This was the reason why Ryuseong, despite considering the head of the Halla Sect as a father, could not be formally adopted into his family. Because he was too good a person. Because he was an adult who constantly approached him as a father, even though it was obvious he would suffer a loss if someone like him got involved.

Ryuseong was strong. Thanks to the overprotection of the sect head, he had never been tested, but the time when it was judged that he could even conquer a dungeon alone was when he was only eight years old, a year after he first held a sword. There were many adults who sent greedy gazes at the unbelievably strong boy.

However, the head of the Halla Sect never once treated Ryuseong as a tool. He didn’t consider him a slave to be sold off somewhere, nor did he treat him as a magnificent trophy. Just a person.

He treated him as a disciple, a member of the sect, a child.

‘The king of Korean hip-hop is the best…’

That was why Ryuseong had no choice but to be righteous.

The reason he lived with an upright heart was that he had to not be ashamed of the parent who had guided him, and that was why he adhered to the unwritten rule that he must not kill people.

He was already a body that had survived by digging through many corpses in his youth. He felt that if he were to be stained with more blood, even being part of the Halla Sect would feel sinful.

‘But the sense of disconnect that came from his true nature not being righteous, and all the emotional lines that became desolate afterward were so damn compelling…’

“Now, I must ask why you skipped your antidote and roamed around until you got a fever.”

At that moment, Ryuseong, with a strangely cold glint in his eyes, pressed his forehead against mine and rubbed my earlobe.

He muttered lowly.

“I asked what you two talked about alone with Shin Myohan.”

Therefore, it couldn’t have been entirely my fault for having such thoughts while looking at him.

‘Don’t tell me you’re jealous?’

Shin Myohan is an extraordinary shaman. Not only his individual martial power, but also the authority of his family is extraordinary. This is thanks to him being the eldest son of a great shaman family that has served a certain supreme god for a thousand years.

The General God he currently serves is a great achievement in itself, but the fact that he is the one who will inherit the position of great shaman in the future makes him a being whose future is more anticipated than his present, a fact that no one could deny.

As such, Ahrea cannot expel him even if he gets a failing grade.

‘Just as it happened in reality.’

Shamanism operates on a completely different mechanism from magic, but it is nonetheless a field that has some similarities.

In particular, people in the sorcery industry sometimes referred to the shamanism industry as a related industry. This is because the way they curse the living is somewhat similar to sorcery. The fact that origin is considered important is also a similarity.

However, shamanism, especially Korean shamanism, is a field that only the ‘chosen’ who can receive the god they serve can enter, so it is even more exclusive than sorcery.

Would you believe that there has never been a precedent of a Korean shaman enrolling in the academy until now?

Interacting with them is a tricky business, and one must satisfy the eyes and ears of the god they serve. Also, for that very reason, once they grow fond of a person, they do not easily detach themselves. Unless the very element that first captured their heart is completely altered.

And Cassis de Millang made contact with such a shaman.

‘Before the regression, the General God must have despised Cassis de Millang…’

Shin Myohan was once a good friend to Ryuseong, and Ryuseong still considered him a friend. Although they had not built a friendship since the regression, he had no intention of abandoning the friendly feelings he held for him alone.

Cassis de Millang… he decided to put off thinking about him for a while. It was because the man was so complex that he could not come to a conclusion.

If only he had known how desperate a person had to be just to live like a human being…

‘Why were you so cruel to others?’

While thinking that he shouldn’t have been that way, there is a part of him that feels pity for him.

But Ryuseong, the regressor, thought differently. He didn’t know why he had regressed, but he thought he had to protect the world he had returned to. To that end, he had to prevent Shin Myohan and Cassis from becoming friends.

If, if Cassis de Millang were to entice Shin Myohan and make him his ally. If that evil man were to be able to wield the power of a shaman as well.

He couldn’t even imagine what would happen.

‘So tell me, what are you plotting?’

And Cassis de Millang, who was smiling meaningfully across from him, was thinking just this.

‘Wow, fuck. Jealousy is so fun.’

The thrill is amazing!