Chapter 36: For a purpose
Flare and Belfist watched Slayer and Alma’s actions from the shadows.
“Ah, it was so painful. I had to restrain myself from laughing.”
“That’s terrible.”
“But really, those lines were so out of character for her.”
“That’s true, but. . .”
The two understood my intentions.
They knew why i was reaching out to someone I had once rejected so harshly.
Despite this, Flare showed a worried expression.
“You don’t seem satisfied.”
“Well, it’s just that. . .she’s doing this even though she doesn’t like him. . .it’s just tough for Slayer-san.”
“Are you only concerned about her?”
“. . .Slayer-san is my precious friend.”
Flare watched Slayer talking to Alma with an expression of discontent.
Are the emotions in her eyes simply concern for a friend?
Or was it something else. . .
“It doesn’t matter what we think. This is what she wanted.”
“I understand.”
“Let’s watch over her. It would be far more tactless to dampen her determination.”
“. . .you’re right.”
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“Sigh. . .”
I let out a deep sigh as I returned home.
It felt like it had been a while since I laid down on my bed.
Looking up at the ceiling, I recalled my conversation with him.
“Starting tomorrow for three days. . .”
I will receive Alma’s approach.
That’s the plan.
He will use various means to capture my heart.
But I…
“I can’t sincerely respond to that.”
I don’t love him.
Even if I know it’s part of the story, I have no interest in reclaiming a heart that once drifted away from me.
I’m just using him.
To make him feel guilty.
In order to survive as myself.
“. . .I’ll take the risk.”
There is no guarantee that this method will work.
I’m not the protagonist, so I can’t behave like her.
It’s impossible to show my affection to Alma at this point.
But still. . .I have to do it.
“. . .sigh. . .”
I let out another deep sigh and went to sleep that day.
The battle between Alma and me began the next day.
“Good morning, Slayer.”
“Yes.”
As soon as I enter the school grounds, Alma calls out to me with a refreshing smile.
“What class are you taking?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“I see. Then, why don’t you take the same class as me?”
“. . .Sure. Let’s do that.”
We had a casual conversation and walked to the classroom together.
Along the way, he talked to me as if to bridge the gap between us.
“I was happy yesterday when you gave me a chance to start over. I realized that someone like you is a perfect match for me.”
“Is that so? Don’t you prefer someone more cute and charming?”
“Do you know my preferences? But unfortunately, you’re wrong.”
“Is that so? Then what kind of girls do you like?”
“That’s a secret.”
He directed a mean smile towards me.
It was a refreshing, beautiful smile.
Alma is also good-looking.
He has many friends.
His behavior is polite, and he is admired by many women.
He is truly the ideal eldest son of an upper-class noble family.
There are quite a few who idolize him.
In the story, Slayer took pride in having such a person by her side.
“A source of pride… huh.”
“Is something the matter?”
“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”
The two of us entered the classroom together.
Even after taking our seats, he continues to engage me in cheerful conversation.
It was just casual talk, nothing significant.
We exchanged mundane daily conversations, like friends avoiding deeper topics, until the class began.
During class, it was certainly quiet.
He was playing the role of an honour student even at school.
Class ended, and it was break time.
“What about the next class? Together?”
“. . .Sure.”
I agreed to his invitation and decided to take the next class together.
He seemed desperate.
He kept me in his sight, using words and actions to keep me from leaving.
It was lunchtime.
It became noon.
As expected, Alma invited me to have lunch together.
“It’s been a while since we had a meal together like this.”
“Yes, it feels almost like the first time.”
“Hahaha, that’s a funny joke.”
But it’s not a joke.
At least, it has never happened since I became a Slayer.
I was busy with my training, and he never came to visit me until I entered the academy.
Yes, our relationship has always been that distant.
Even if we hadn’t seen each other for a year, we could meet again with a calm face…
It was creepy.
“Oh, Slayer. How about coming to my mansion after school today? If you don’t mind.”
“To your mansion? What for?”
“There’s no deep reason. I just thought it would be nice to have a relaxed conversation with you.”
Alma looked at me kindly.
“What do you think?”
“. . .Okay.”
This, too, is to achieve my goal.
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