No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 38

“Shall we stop here?”

I smiled with satisfaction after having Ryuseong try on all the clothes the designer brought out. 

Ryuseong seemed to be quietly grinding his teeth as if to say “Here? You say here? After making me wear everything, you say here?”, but seeing my favorite’s pretty appearance is a thrilling thing, Ryuseong. It must have been very! annoying for you to go through the process of even your hairstyle being changed to match the clothes and this and that being put on, but that’s included in what makes my heart flutter.

“So which products did you perhaps want to purchase……”

“Is there anything to exclude?”

My good mood made me smile brightly. 

“Package everything from beginning to end.”

At my words, the designer showered me with praise, saying as expected of Mr. Cassice, and Ryuseong, who miserably covered his forehead with his hand, chimed in with a rotten expression.

“I know I’m reacting in a typical way too.”

“Haha, do tell.”

“……Do you have to flex money that much?”

Pfft, hahahaha….. The laughter didn’t stop. It was because the word “typical” he said fit so well. In Harlequin novels, that very typicality of the commoner loved by a chaebol stopping them in this kind of dress-up scene when money flexing happens, saying it’s a waste of money. 

“I can only react typically too. In a situation like this, there’s no man who wants to be looked down on by the person he loves. You’d rather die than bear the blow to your pride.”

“If it’s pride hurt just because you didn’t waste money, then just die……”

“Charge it all at once. I don’t need any installments.”

Ignoring Ryuseong’s curse, I took out a black card to continue flexing. That’s right. Ah, this is the “swag” of a chaebol……

“How are you going to take all that……”

“My, don’t say such unsophisticated things. Professionals will package and deliver it.”

“If you put all these clothes in our room, it’ll explode……”

“I’ll put them in my villa near the academy.”

“Why there? They won’t fit you in size.”

“You don’t understand? I’m saying I’ll lock you up in my villa and not let you out until you wear all those clothes and throw them away.”

“……”

Then, a small scream of “Kyaa” burst out from the side. The apprentice designer who was barely maintaining a professional appearance seemed to have finally been unable to hold back. 

Ryuseong pressed his brows with a tired expression.

“Stop bullshitting if you don’t want to see rain on your grade report.”

“You’d look sexy wet in the rain, wouldn’t you?”

“……”

This must not have been funny as no one laughed. Only I laughed. I giggled, saying it was a joke and not to worry as I had no intention of confining him in the villa.

And so we left through the back alley of the store. Because the limousine stood out too much, a different Rolls-Royce was waiting, and we got in.

“Is this damn nonsense over now?”

I shrugged, pointing to the driver with my shoulder. 

“Stop trying to drag me to bed all the time, and try to enjoy a normal date too.”

“……When did I ever.”

“Because you do this every time, it seems like you only see my body when we meet.”

“……”

When I acted filled with disappointment, Ryuseong spoke as if enlightened. 

“……I was wrong.”

“Yeah, you admit it.”

“I…… chose really wrongly.”

“You’re pretty when obedient. Good boy. Stay tame and soft in the future too.”

“Hah……”

Him closing his eyes tightly as if wanting to kill me wasn’t my business so I became happy. Kekeke. Kekekeke.

It was because my brain was automatically freely filtering Ryuseong’s enlightened attire. 

The suit-wearing Ryuseong I saw earlier. Ryuseong in hanbok. Ryuseong wearing a durumagi over hanbok. Ryuseong in modernized hanbok. Ryuseong mixing hanbok and modern suit. Ryuseong wearing a shirt and slacks inside a hanbok overcoat. Ryuseong in techwear. Ryuseong in a hoodie with a cute character and shorts. Ryuseong in riding clothes. Ryuseong in a sweatshirt and cotton pants. And even Ryuseong in a white short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans……

‘I’m really the best at wasting a good brain on this kind of thing.’

I was always very good at concretely picturing images in my head since long ago. And whether it’s because Cassice’s head is good or because I got stimulated while studying this and that, now I was able to picture things even more concretely. The disappointing thing is that I have to see it directly at least once to memorize it, but usually people say they can’t memorize with just seeing it once. Anyway, I was better at remembering the appearance or shape of things rather than letters, so my foreign language skills were quite high. If you memorize squiggly pictures and roughly piece them together, that becomes a foreign language.

And so just by looking at Ryuseong’s face who returned to his military uniform, I could smirk while imagining the clothes he had been changing into all this time. 

Well, there are some regrets too. That I couldn’t make him wear strange clothes because I was conscious of the employees. Things like aprons or fishnet. Uhahaha.

“……If you’re going to make an unpleasant face, get it out of my sight.”

“Why would it be unpleasant, my lover.”

“Because you’re laughing like a pervert.”

Ah, was I caught? I’m sorry. That’s how it is. But I think Ryuseong has to put up with me. Because there won’t be another guy as hateful as him. If you’re going to tease, then tease, if you’re going to ignore, then don’t approach at all in the first place. That wicked guy who ambiguously excites people. 

That’s none other than Ryuseong.

“So where are you thinking of going now?”

“Do you like fruit bingsu? Do you like cake?”

“Red bean bingsu.”

“Was there such a hideous thing among the choices I gave?”

Wow, we really seem to have different tastes.

‘It feels like lightning is striking and a storm is blowing between us, but is that an illusion?’ 

……We were about to have an ending fight right then and there, but thanks to the butler who appropriately channeled Solomon, we came to a Korean restaurant. Thanks to the DNA engraved in my soul, more food than I usually eat went in, which was more than I expected. 

And so I put down the spoon.

“……You’re done eating with just that?”

Why do you have a mentally shocked expression. Didn’t you see me eating school meals too? Though I ate a bit less now.

“Hasn’t lunchtime passed.”

“Yeah. So weren’t you hungry?”

“……? If time passes, don’t you stop being hungry……?”

“……”

Ryuseong made a slight expression of “what should I do with this guy”.

“If you keep eating like a bird pecking at food normally too, you won’t be able to keep up with your activity level and become a mummy.”

“So you know that normally I stuff myself to the max too.”

“……To the max……”

What. Why are you so shocked. Even if I eat on the less side, there’s no need to exaggerate that much, is there.

“Ordinary people may not know, but you should know too that Awakeners, because they awakened their powers, consume more calories even just breathing.”

Huh?

‘Th-that was the case?’

The original work never explained this kind of setting……!

“You…… if you want to survive…… be mindful of your meals……”

Ryuseong spoke as if enlightened, and I absentmindedly nodded my head. And around the time we were returning home, Ryuseong, who was looking at his cell phone, spoke as if dumbfounded.

“It would be good not to go to that clothing store.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re informing the reporters in detail about what happened inside.”

Ah, that.

I smiled like a morning glory. 

“Wouldn’t a mouse with a loose tongue be useful?”

Whoever it is will blab about me anyway, so in that case, I should rather use them as a microphone. When I giggled and added that, Ryuseong covered his eyelids as if exhausted.

“You really are complicated……”

“I’ll take that as a compliment?”

Soon the wheels of the car landed on the ground, and around the time we were getting off. I went out before Ryuseong and extended my hand to him like treating a lady, and when Ryuseong was about to shake off my hand and get out by himself.

Sensing something strange, I blocked Ryuseong from getting out of the car and pulled out my hand to forcefully slam the car door with all my might.

Bang!

Right away, fingers were bent and blood splattered. 

Almost simultaneously as Ryuseong grabbed my forearm asking what I was doing at the unexpected action, blood magic was created. With my improved skills, my blood clump created with the wind attribute without chanting blew away the head of one of the bodyguards lined up waiting for us. 

Slice! Roll roll!

“You……!”

After that, the head rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled on the ground.

Roll roll, and then splat.

Pressing down hard with my foot then lifting it, a disgusting sensation sticks to the sole of my shoe. Then Ryuseong grabbed the front of my clothes as if pulling me from inside the car, but I forgave him because I managed to support the door and not fall over. 

Well, if you couldn’t grasp the situation, that could happen.

“What to do if a night visitor comes during the day. Are you perhaps experiencing jet lag, dear cave mice?”

Night visitor is a euphemism for assassin. Yes, that’s right. It’s that very obvious situation. It means exactly that the assassins who came to kill me were waiting for us pretending to be escorts. 

It’s an event befitting the hellish difficulty villain bastard’s life. If I hadn’t quickly noticed, I could have been X.

But I recognized it right away, and threw wind blades at them and reached the point of protecting the Rolls-Royce with a barrier. 

To me who memorized all the faces of the bodyguards through reports, those shoddy human skin masks were useless. The smell of blood seemed to be hidden with medicine or something, but the skin of faces starting to go through rigor mortis was obvious.

“Sunlight is too blatant so it’s tiring. It shows everything you don’t want to see too.”

So with the assassins being torn apart as the background, stepping on a head with the skull and human skin mask separated, I gently smiled only at my lover who didn’t spare me a single glance. 

A noble person. Who decided not to kill humans even if destined to be stained with the blood of monsters. Listen, my poor lover trapped in my car unable to run out.

Many people will die by Cassice Demillang’s side. That may be my fault or others’ fault. So I’ll give you one piece of advice. Don’t brand it as trauma every single time. Don’t etch it. So what I mean is.

“Close your eyes.”

But vivid blue straight pupils are directed beyond my shoulder. He didn’t take his eyes off the scene of life being extinguished. Death where blood spills and flesh splatters. When you witness all those scenes with strangely complex and sad eyes, your thoughts unknown……

“……You don’t want to avoid it?”

I crushed my already broken wrist a bit more so he wouldn’t see. As blood crazily flowed down my shattered fingers, flames began to soar outside the barrier. 

I thought it wouldn’t be able to block your view but at least it could end a bit faster. The attacks of the assassins who fiercely rushed in risking their lives were blocked by the wind barrier and we were safe and outside the barrier would slowly become a hell of flames. 

I didn’t need help. Reinforcements were out of the question. Everything was perfect, and the unnecessary things were being erased. Then what would be needed.

So I decided to kiss you.

“Then, remember only me right now.”

When the barbaric kiss ended, your cheeks were dirtied with blood.

As if captured in my crushed grasp.