Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 347

After Helga went missing, the Director of the Center established the facility based on the belief that such a tragedy should never happen to another family.

The reason he had been able to maintain his position as the head of the Center, despite being an ordinary non-ability person, was likely due to the guilt he felt over losing his daughter.

He once said that, rather than her suffering through unimaginable torment, he had wished she had died early on when she first disappeared.

One can only imagine the depth of a father’s despair wishing for his child’s painless rest.

But what must it have felt like when that very daughter returned alive after 16 years?

“Thank you… I… this child…”

The Director of the Center mumbled, his words barely coherent through his tears. Helga eventually embraced him, trying to comfort him.

“Father… I’ve finally reunited. Everything’s going to be okay…”

Of course, it didn’t help much.

The more Helga tried to console him, the more the Director sobbed uncontrollably, and eventually, she gave up, throwing her hands in the air in defeat.

Helga, with a resigned expression, smiled softly at me.

“Thank you. Looking back, I think it was all thanks to you.”

Still overwhelmed by everything, I waved my hand dismissively.

“I didn’t do anything… I was just lucky.”

“Well, maybe you brought that luck to us.”

Helga was strong. Even if the Director took longer, I was certain she would soon overcome her past and move forward into the future.

And then, the final special guest arrived…

“……”

Even after he had been standing in my hospital room for quite some time, he couldn’t bring himself to speak. In the end, I couldn’t hold back and spoke first.

“Has your allergy been cured?”

Daniel lowered his head, unable to respond.

Everyone had been tiptoeing around the topic of the biological experiments conducted on me. They were probably afraid of reopening old wounds.

But one day, Claude carefully took my hand and told me the truth.

It seemed that Hermann’s facility had used me to develop a cure for the guiding allergy. According to the investigation, they had found a single dose of the medicine. There was an option to destroy it, but instead, they gave it to Daniel.

I simply said, “I understand.” After all, why waste a cure that had already been developed? Sure, there could be potential risks since it hadn’t gone through proper clinical trials, but considering the physical resilience of an S-Class Esper, the benefits far outweighed the risks.

After that, no one mentioned the d**g again, and I had almost forgotten about it.

When Daniel came to visit me, I had a gut feeling.

He had taken the medicine, and it had worked—he could now receive guiding normally again.

To be honest, I thought Claude would never allow us to be alone together. But surprisingly, he left the room calmly, giving us the rare chance to talk one-on-one.

“…I’m sorry. I’ve done nothing for you, Rose… I don’t deserve this…”

Daniel’s voice trembled as he struggled to hold back his tears.

I had expected this. Knowing his personality, I was sure that even after receiving the medicine, it wasn’t an easy decision for him to take it.

It wasn’t out of fear of potential side effects. No, it was the guilt—guilt over healing his condition with a medicine derived from the biological experiments I had been subjected to.

“I’m glad. If you had let unnecessary thoughts stop you from taking the medicine, I would’ve been really angry.”

I meant every word.

Seeing Daniel fully healed finally made me realize that all the problems that had spiraled out of control were now truly resolved.

***

I had started rehabilitation.

To confess, I had underestimated it. I had thought, ‘It’s not like I’ve had my legs completely amputated; it’s just rehab.’

Of course, humans only realize their mistakes when they face the consequences head-on.

“…Will Claude be staying here for the entire session as well?”

The physical therapist asked with a somewhat awkward expression. Claude responded with a look that said, Why would you even ask something so obvious?

The therapist seemed to want to say something more but decided against it. Instead, they turned their attention back to me, sitting quietly across from them.

“Alright, Miss Rose, this is going to hurt. But you’ll have to endure it. I heard you boasted that you’d be able to handle rehabilitation with ease, didn’t you?”

It was something I definitely said with my own mouth, but…

I was sitting in a strange contraption that, the more I listened to the explanation, started to feel like a torture device designed to wreck my ankles, which had been stiff since I’d been in a cast.