Chapter 21
Irene and other Center employees who had heard the news, including Irene, hurriedly gathered around me.
“Heavens, Rose! What on earth happened?”
“U, uwahhh…”
Hearing the worried voices, I realized that I was alive.
Even though I felt nauseous and on the verge of vomiting from teleporting while clinging to this jerk Claude, at least I was alive.
Irene approached with long strides and untied the robe that Claude had wrapped around me.
Inspecting my wounds as she turned my head, Irene sounded irritated.
“What happened to your face? It looks terrible!”
…You’re worried about me, right?
Slightly confused, I had only been exposed to Claude’s menacing threats, so even the rude Irene seemed like an angel to me.
“Ugh, Irene… I’m in pain.”
Tears welled up as relief washed over me. I had been whimpering and complaining earlier.
Suddenly, a long shadow fell over my head.
“Get out of the way.”
Once again, it was Claude.
Quietly, the office workers who had gathered around me retreated.
However, Irene, being the female lead, held her ground to the end.
“What’s going on?”
Don’t do that, Irene. He’s an evil guy who could twist your neck at any moment.
“Get out of the way. I have nothing to do with you.”
“She’s hurt. You’re an S-class Esper, and yet you couldn’t even protect her properly…!”
Irene seemed really angry about my damaged face.
She was protesting against Claude, of all people.
But, Irene, you know… These injuries weren’t because Claude didn’t protect me properly…
It’s all the result of Claude personally twisting me around…
“You’ve messed up her face like this…!”
“I’m fine, Irene…”
I sobbed while trying to stop Irene.
To be honest, as strong as Irene was, there was nothing she could do to resolve this situation. Irene might be powerful, but she was still an ordinary person who hadn’t manifested her Guide abilities yet.
I looked up at Claude and spoke,
“If I just give information about the Guide you’re looking for, will that be enough?”
Upon reflection, I didn’t really need to provide him with accurate information. After all, the only people who knew about that day were me and Claude.
Moreover, Claude hardly knew anything, so even if I lied, how could he ever know?
With no emotions in my voice, I then spoke to the jerk.
“It was dark, so I couldn’t see well. But first of all, the person was tall.”
I’m a dwarf.
“The hair appeared to be brown or black.”
My hair is pink. And about 70% of the people at the Center have brown or black hair, including Claude.
“Oh, that person’s hair was short.”
I have long hair.
In other words, I described everything completely opposite to myself.
How about that, Claude?
You won’t find that Guide for the rest of your life. Maybe you should feel the thrill of death hovering over you for a change.
“Is that all?”
Claude asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes. That’s all.”
“…”
“You expect me to remember everything when you were the one hugging and kissing and don’t remember anything. You’re the epitome of a scoundrel, leaving the search to others after taking care of the kissing… H, Hiek!”
In a fit of anger and frustration, I was blabbering on.
Suddenly, two men from behind grabbed my arms and lifted me as if plucking vegetables from a field.
Am I the only one who suddenly thought back to the patrol officer who got dragged away last time?
Did I really annoy the final villain so much?
“I, I was wrong.”
“Take her away.”
“Aack—Irene! Help me!”
“Rose!”
I still don’t want to die!
***
“Next, the 213th Guide.”
“…”
“Height 165cm. Short hair about shoulder length. Reddish-brown hair…”
The female Guide looked at me with a face that seemed to ask, ‘Who exactly are you?’
Right. Who exactly am I to be inspecting 213 Guides…
Well, in the end, I was still alive. My limbs were intact. However, I was being punished by the ruthless Claude, and it had been several days already.
“Focus.”
Claude growled from behind.
I pretended to scan the female Guide roughly, rubbing my stinging eyes.
Around 165cm for a woman here is not particularly tall. Besides, her hair wasn’t brown. It’s a deep red.
Claude’s meticulous nature was evident in the fact that he didn’t allow even the slightest margin of error.
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