Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 243

I clicked my tongue inwardly as I watched Daniel struggling.

I had once been subjected to similar questioning and nearly spilled a fabricated story about being marked by Claude.

The best way to handle such situations was to deflect and change the subject slyly.

But if I had struggled with it, there was no way innocent Daniel could manage it…

“…I would like someone who is lovely.”

Daniel finally fell into the trap set by the mischievous Guides.

Meaningful glances quickly passed between Sonnet’s friends. One of them, feigning nonchalance, asked a follow-up question.

“Saying ‘lovely’ is too vague… Can you be more specific?”

“Someone who smiles a lot… and has a bright and lively personality.”

“Do you prefer to be led or to take the lead?”

“Uh, I’m a bit dense, so… it would be nice to have someone who can confidently lead me.”

Daniel answered, blushing as he spoke.

Despite his embarrassment, he smiled shyly, his kind eyes curving into a charming eye smile.

I heard sighs of admiration from the guides seated around us.

It was obvious what they were thinking. ‘Who could be lucky enough to make such a man blush like that?’

“It’s me.”

Amidst this, Epine muttered as if she had just come to a great realization.

“Rose, let me give you irrefutable evidence. Look at Sonnet. Where is she bright and lively? She’s completely dark and rude! Plus, I have this… charisma that bends Espers to my will. Every Esper who has received guiding from me knows it.”

“….”

“Haah, it might be hard for you to understand since Lord Claude snatched you away, and you never got to properly date other Espers… But there’s a kind of signal between Espers and Guides…”

“….”

I just pretended not to hear her.

Meanwhile, the Guides’ curiosity about Daniel showed no signs of waning.

“What about looks? What kind of appearance do you prefer?”

Daniel’s face now showed clear discomfort.

“Appearance… isn’t that important to me.”

Oh, I had heard something similar from Claude once.

What did he say? ‘If I cared about looks, why would I be with you?’

I knew it was meant to tease me, but it still made me so angry. Since then, I realized that saying looks don’t matter can make a potential lover feel very complicated.

…Why do I keep thinking about Claude, though?

Even as I shook my head to clear my thoughts, the Guides persisted with Daniel.

“Come on, you must have some preference. Tell us.”

“Truly, I don’t. There are many beautiful Guides, but I’ve never liked someone purely based on looks.”

“…Really?”

“I was just telling the truth…”

“Hmph, this is when a balance game comes in handy!”

The Guides scoffed at Daniel’s claim that appearance didn’t matter to him, and they started a balance game to extract more information from him.

“Okay, Lord Daniel, choose between the two. Whichever you prefer.”

“Huh? What?”

“First, tall girl or short girl?”

“Uh…”

Daniel’s face clearly showed his discomfort. His eyes were darting around frantically.

At this point, it seemed like there was no escape for innocent Daniel from the experienced guides’ interrogation.

“Um, short…?”

“Oh, so you prefer petite girls?”

“It’s not really a preference… It’s just that since I’m so tall, petite girls seem fascinating, and I tend to notice them more.”

Daniel finally answered, blushing again.

“Rose, did you hear that? He likes petite girls. Sonnet is tall! It’s definitely me!”

Epine said, smacking my arm.

I found her comment a bit ridiculous.

“Epine, aren’t you of average height? If you’re petite, then what does that make me?”

“Uh, I’m petite, and Rose, you’re…”

“Better watch what you say.”

“Uh, as precious as Thumbelina?”

“…”

“Hey, Rose, don’t be upset! What does it matter how Lord Daniel sees you? You already have Lord Claude!”

Epine tried to console me, seeing my sullen face.

Listening to Daniel’s description of his ideal type, I began to understand why he couldn’t get along with Irene.

Irene was almost as tall as most men. Though shorter than Daniel, she was far from being considered petite.

And… a bright and lively personality?

In over nine months of living as roommates with Irene, I could count on one hand the times I saw her smile, most of which were smirks at my foolishness.