There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 6

In the original story, the protagonist and Cassis de Millang were supposed to become ill-fated enemies around this point. Their first meeting was supposed to be in the auditorium where Cassis was preparing for the entrance ceremony, crushing someone with the force of a person about to send them to their grave.

A scene of him crushing the weak with a vile mockery, incomparable to how he had chased away that bastard Georges Montand, or whatever his name was, just a little while ago.

That was the first encounter between Cassis de Millang and Ryuseong.

‘But this time, dalgona became our first meeting.’

Moreover, he didn’t even do that pathetic thing of grabbing someone and crushing them.

Is that why?

Is this all because of dalgona, this whole fucking-shit-show of a change……?

“That person is the one with the alias of the Guardian……”

“Why is Ryuseong……?”

A murmur, incomparable to the mockery from a moment ago, swept through the surroundings.

It was only natural, as the Halla-pa, along with the Jeonju Lee clan, was the most hostile native Korean faction toward de Millang.

In other words, their stance was basically, “to hell with the sycophancy, why do you de Millang people keep messing with our country.” To be honest, I, too, completely understand the people who are hostile to de Millang because of the DNA engraved in my soul.

And all of Ryuseong’s friends are hostile to de Millang. That was also why I had set my clique to three members.

‘If we’re gonna have a showdown, we have to at least match the numbers, right?’

If I have Logan, Dietrich, and Capone on my side, he has his three minions on his side…… something like that.

That was the plan I had designed…….

……But why the hell are you acting up here?

‘Are you really pissed because you didn’t get to eat dalgona?’

Wow, I’m so dumbfounded that my brain has stopped working.

What’s the problem?

For a moment, my head throbbed. I unconsciously stroked my thin eyebrows with my fingertips and rubbed my furrowed brow.

“……”

Let’s try to think about this with all the fucking reason I can muster.

It seems to be because our first meeting was different.

That’s it. That must be why Ryuseong committed the ridiculous out-of-character act of sitting next to Cassis de Millang. He must have thought I was a good person or something. He must have mistaken me for someone else just because I threw him a few pieces of dalgona out of a whim or whatever.

But that was just charity.

It was pity.

An act no different from putting a dying worm, squirming on the sun-scorched asphalt, into the bushes.

Don’t equate that with a soft concept like ‘being kind.’

‘It makes you look pathetic.’

To cool my head, I pulled the corners of my mouth up a little more. There was the unfortunate incident of Capone, who was standing beside me as if awaiting an order, flinching, but what does it matter.

It’s probably because I’m too handsome, right?

As I repeated the nonsense, my head cooled. As a reader who had witnessed the protagonist going astray, I barely overcame the crisis of going crazy and jumping up and down, and swept my hair back with a hand marked with nail imprints. Hair like soft silver threads fluttered, tickling my neat forehead.

“Do you know me?”

My attitude was brazen. Fucking obnoxiously so.

Who do you think you are, sitting next to me.

And Ryuseong, with a sharp scowl, shut me up with this reply.

“Do you not know me?”

……You think I don’t know, you idiot?

“Surely not?”

“Then do I look so pathetic as to not know that your family name is de Millang?”

Wow, our brains are in sync, aren’t they? Seeing as we’re both treating each other like idiots?

To convey my deepest feelings, I gazed at Ryuseong with a soft and serene look. I even bestowed upon him the kindness and sincerity of looking him over from bottom to top before giving a nod.

‘Yes, you look like an idiot.’

But ungratefully, Ryuseong was contorting his already scowling face even more.

And the next moment, Bwahahaha!

A burst of laughter erupted from the side. The culprit was none other than Dietrich. The young man with curly red hair was clutching his stomach, laughing as if he were sobbing, before Capone forcibly clamped his mouth shut.

However, I couldn’t look at Dietrich for long. Even in the brief moment people’s gazes were drawn to Dietrich, the blue eyes that blazed brightly like a will-o’-the-wisp just wouldn’t leave me. The piercingly bright eyes were glaring at me as if to skewer me.

With a color that hinted at obsession and a mad flame.

‘……What’s with his eyes. Did this bastard get subjected to some off-script development somewhere without my knowledge?’

Otherwise, there’s no way there would already be a hint of madness in his eyes.

The early-stage protagonist was a sweet kid who tried to follow the teachings of the Halla-pa to the best of his ability. Who in the world turned that cute kid into this.

Like a true reader of the original work, I resolved to hunt down and destroy the culprit who turned my most beloved character into a dead-fish-eyed person. Whoever it is, however long it takes, I will screw them over.

—is what I had resolved to do.

“That’s ridiculous. You, I’m saying I want to be friends with you.”

Huh?

“Do you have a problem with that?”

What is this utter bullshit?

I was seized by the urge to give him the double middle finger with a smiling face.

I mean, not at Ryuseong, but at this world.

‘What did you do to the protagonist, you bastard of a world!’

What did you do to make the kid want to be friends with the final boss—!

*

In the original work, the protagonist, Ryuseong, has a total of three friends.

The first among them is Haenam-pa’s Hae Yuna.

A round-faced, short, and cute-looking girl. If you tease her by asking if her name is ‘Hae’ Yuna because she’s from the ‘Hae’nam-pa, she’ll give you a body slam. She is a black belt in Taekwondo, and her main weapons are her hands and feet.

—She was currently filming a video with her mouth wide open. It was out of a sense of duty to inform the Grand Master of Halla-pa that his youngest disciple had gone insane.

……Of course, somewhere in her heart, there was a little bit of a selfish desire to save her friend’s embarrassing history. Juuust a little.

The second is the 45th generation descendant of the prestigious Jeonju Lee clan of South Korea, Lee Hyang.

He is the man who will inherit the royal surname of Joseon and the Korean Empire in the story. He started smoking a gom-bang-dae that he had at home to look cool, had an awakening, and now can’t quit smoking. He is a sorcerer who has a contract with a Vermilion Bird, and his main weapon is the gom-bang-dae.

—Lee Hyang was currently trembling next to Hae Yuna, feeling like his cigarette would shrivel up and die. Has he really gone mad. Ryuseong……. At this rate, this will become an act of madness recorded in history…….

Of course, he did not stop Hae Yuna. Encouraging the recording of embarrassing history, that is what friends are for.

The last one, the third, is a woman who, despite not belonging to a proper family, has climbed this far with her innate talent alone, Shin Myo-han.

She has a tall and intimidating appearance, like a sleek leopard. She usually walks around with her beast-like eyes narrowed to a slit, but it’s different in the moments she borrows power. She is a shaman who serves the Goryeo general-god Cheok Jun-gyeong, and her main weapon is a sword.

—Shin Myo-han was currently wide-eyed. Since Ryuseong and Cassis de Millang were such famous figures, Myo-han knew of them one-sidedly. That made the way the situation was unfolding all the more amusing.

Isn’t that right, General?

These three, Hae Yuna, Lee Hyang, and Shin Myo-han, were witnessing the great mess of ‘I want to be friends with you’ unfold right before their eyes.

Along with all the first-year students who would be enrolling this year, the student council, and the professors who were preparing for the entrance ceremony.

They were all witnessing Ryuseong, who was insisting they become friends with a face that looked like he didn’t want to be friends in the slightest, and Cassis de Millang, who was shuddering at the suggestion and acting uncharacteristically awkward in response.

Naturally, it was a situation that absolutely no one had ever wanted.

*

“So, what you’re saying is, Mr. Ryuseong, you want to… with me……”

“I’m saying we should become friends.”

“Why would you, have such, a thought like that……”

“Because I want to.”

“There is absolutely no logic in what you’re saying right now……”

“I am simply acting as my heart leads me.”

“……”

Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck……!

I just came back from imagining myself having a one-on-one meeting with the de Millang family head! This sucks! But fuck, if this goes on, it really looks like it’s going to happen! This crazy fucking protagonist bastard!

“……Why on earth are you doing this? We’ve never met before.”

“I expressed it as becoming friends because we are just getting to know each other.”

“So you just sat down in the seat next to me……?”

“You are a bit on the stupid side. You have a way of not understanding words correctly.”

“……Are you sure you want to be friends and not pick a fight?”

“My apologies. I am a bit clumsy with human relationships.”

Wow, I feel like my chest is going to explode. You fucking bastard who isn’t sorry at all, where do you get off being so deceptive?!

‘You don’t even want to be friends in the first place!’

I can tell that much just by looking at your eyes! What the hell are you plotting……?!

While I was going crazy and couldn’t answer properly, Logan stepped in to provide support.

“Lord Cassis has no intention of befriending you. So please back off.”

The problem was that because Ryuseong had completely lowered the tone of the conversation with talk of being friends and whatnot, whatever anyone said now ended up looking like kindergarteners declaring, ‘I’m not gonna be friends with you! We’re not friends anymore!’

Despite having orchestrated a situation where any conversation would feel ridiculous, Ryuseong himself let out a voice that growled like a tiger at Logan.

“Are you Cassis’s nanny or something? Know your place before you butt in.”

“……Are you prepared to take responsibility for that insult?”

Wow. When any course of action led to a shitty situation, my mind, on the contrary, calmed down serenely. Only then did I realize how I could escape from this ridiculous farce orchestrated by Ryuseong.

Alright, you son of a bitch. Let’s go have that meeting with the family head.

“Logan, stop. Come here.”

“Lord Cassis……”

Logan obediently listened to me. Meaning he suppressed his urge to shout in rage with a flushed face and stood in attendance behind me. I patted the back of his hand a couple of times, then rested my elbow on my crossed knee and cupped my chin in my palm.

In that position, I looked up at Ryuseong and curved my eyes.

Wickedly. Deceitfully. Coquettishly.

“So, does this make it day one for us?”

To tear down the stage of bullshit that you’re orchestrating, don’t you need even more bullshit?

“……?”

“……?!”

Somewhere, a scream like Kyaaak erupted.

But I didn’t give a rat’s ass about any screams and just smiled sweetly, looking only at Ryuseong. How about that, punk.

‘You’re pissed too, now that you’re on the receiving end of bullshit, right?’

But what can you do?

Because what I said wasn’t something I didn’t mean?

Because I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth for the rest of my life, until I get to screw you?