The Villain Wants to Change Genres

Chapter 93

‘Oh no…’

Was he just passing by? Or was he chasing me and came to help after hearing the scream? Is this overly meddlesome person Drabis, Luwen’s friend? I was curious, but I didn’t want to meet him like this now.

‘What should I do?’

This Drabis seems to know a lot about country Norman, so he’s likely to recognize me if he sees me. Then there’s no need to mention Luwen. Even if I try to run away, there’s no way I can shake them off. I’ll surely be caught.

‘Is this how it ends?’

My plan to get a diploma without Luwen and Irene knowing was about to fail.

‘No, no. It’s too early to give up.’

Knowing it was a temporary measure, I quickly lay down on the ground and curled up, just in case.

I could feel the guy who was still panting looking bewildered, but he seemed to have noticed Luwen’s voice too, as I heard him limping away. However, since the voice was clear, the distance was close, so the pervert was caught not long after.

“Isn’t it Gaspar? Why are you here? I came because I heard a scream… Huh? What’s this situation? Why is that person like that? Hey! Are you okay? Luwen, something seems strange, catch that bastard.”

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to recognize me yet. At the sound of someone rushing over, I hid my face in my arms, curled up even more, and sobbed. I’m definitely playing the victim here. Kicking him in the groin was self-defense, so I am the real victim.

“How dare a commoner brat- Ack!”

“This is the academy.”

Gaspar, was it? I remembered his face and name. I’ll make sure to crush you later. How dare you call our Luwen a commoner brat? The list of people for Linder to investigate has grown by one more.

“No… rman? Aren’t you Norman? Don’t tell me that bastard…?”

“What did I do! I’m the victim! He seduced me!”

“Norman, are you okay?”

I continued to sob quietly, curled up as if I couldn’t hear anything. I had to time it right. When Drabis touches me… yes, now.

“Hic!”

I pretended to be startled, shaking violently and curling up even more. It was a method to hide my face. The country Norman, who was so shocked from being harassed, would curl up like a pill bug, scared of anyone touching him.

Luwen wouldn’t think of touching me now, right? Since all sobbing sounds similar, I just need to not answer if he speaks to me. Now, if only this meddlesome person would call my roommates.

“Let go of this! You commoner brat and adopted son of a baron! What can you nobodies do?”

“You keep forgetting, this is the academy. Outside, your family might be impressive, but it doesn’t matter here.”

“…Drabis. You take care of this side.”

At the line worthy of a third-rate villain, Drabis’s voice became calm. But what worried me more was that Luwen was angry at being insulted by the pervert. I could feel the suppressed anger in his voice.

‘Could this have happened quite often?’

I was worried that he might have been struggling in the Swordsmanship Department, full of nobles, without telling me. Most of the evaluations I heard were from the Medical Department’s perspective, so I don’t know how it is within the Swordsmanship Department.

Maybe I should have pushed for him to graduate as Fei Vinter instead of trying to graduate as Norman. So that no one would dare touch him. To make them think that insulting him is the same as insulting me.

Step, step.

Along with the familiar footsteps, Luwen came closer. I was about to pretend to be startled again, timing it right.

Flutter-

A cloth covered my head. It was an unexpected action, so I flinched a beat late. It would have been better to stay still, but I was on standby, so without realizing…

“Drabis. Take that bastard to the president.”

“What? Me alone?”

“Yeah.”

“No, but… Ah, okay. I get it, stop glaring at me so scarily. It’s really one of the scariest things. This guy’s about to wet himself. Why does he keep crossing his legs like he needs to pee?”

“…Damn, it’s embarrassing, just go! Let’s go!”

Right, how could a Swordsmanship Department person admit to being kicked in the groin by a weak Medical Department student like me? He can’t say it out of pride.

‘But why isn’t Luwen going?’

Can’t you just go with them? It’s getting a bit awkward for big brother…

He’s not speaking to me, nor is he touching me. I just blinked my eyes, hiding under the jacket Luwen had covered me with.

Should I keep pretending to cry?

“Young master, you’re not scared, are you?”

“…”

What? What do you mean! I hid my face well and didn’t make a sound, so how did he recognize me? He wasn’t just thinking I was someone similar, but was certain that country Norman was me.

Flustered, I didn’t answer, thinking to deny it first, but then…

“…Young master.”

Luwen’s voice trembled.

“It’s me, Luwen…”

No, wait. This is too serious. It’s as if he thinks I’ve been involved in some horrible crime.

It was just a petty trick to hide my face, so I suddenly sat up in surprise. It’s painful that I failed to achieve my goal, but that’s not more important than Luwen. From the beginning, everything was done for this child. Of course, Luwen is the most important.

Besides, whining about regrets won’t change anything. It’s better to think about what to do next. Looking back and stopping is like death to me.

But when I pulled down the jacket covering my head to look at Luwen, I froze and couldn’t say anything. I had never seen such a hurt expression on his face before.

‘Ah…’

What should I do? My mind went blank. It was more shocking than when I heard that Luwen and the president were dating.

This, this is not the time. Let’s try to pull myself together. First, what needs to be done first. …What is it? What should I do first? Ah, explanation. Let’s explain first. Reassuring him is the priority. After explaining that it was all fake, a few problems that would follow came to mind, but right now, all of that seemed trivial.

“Luwen?”

“Ugh. Young master, why are you in a place like this…”

“I’m sorry. Nothing happened. I’ll explain everything. Were you very surprised?”

“Nothing happened, you say? How can I believe that? I saw the situation just now with my own eyes.”

I could see Luwen’s hands trembling. I held his hand to let him know I was okay.

“Look. I’m not shaking, right? I’m completely fine, I tell you. You know that scream you heard wasn’t me, right?”

“…”

I waited quietly like a criminal awaiting verdict in front of Luwen, who was lowering his head. Luwen gently stroked the back of my hand while examining me. He was checking my reaction to see if I was scared and shrinking back.

“Are you… really okay? You looked so distressed just now.”

I maintained my usual smile and nodded firmly.

“Yes.”

“It wasn’t… that nothing happened, right? What did that trash do?”

“Actually, it really wasn’t anything…”

“I can’t believe you because you always say you’re fine, young master. Please tell me in detail.”

I was about to explain the situation, but seeing a few students walking over, I changed my words.

“People are coming, let’s move somewhere else first.”

“…Alright. Can you walk? Should I carry you?”

“I can walk, and it’s troublesome if you treat me as Fei. I’m Norman, a commoner from the countryside, remember? I don’t want to be expelled for having my fake identity exposed, so will you help me?”

Since I’ve been discovered anyway, I should change my approach from watching and supporting Luwen from afar to supporting him up close. The idea of being able to see him comfortably whenever I wanted until graduation was quite appealing.

“If that’s what you want, young master, I’ll cooperate.”

Luwen, who said he would cooperate, fidgeted as he watched me stand up on my own, and when I started walking, he stepped back half a step as usual.

“Luwen… It’s too obvious that you’re conscious of me.”

“It’s strange to see you wearing the same uniform as me, young master, I can’t get used to it…”

“Adapt quickly. You know well that there’s no status among academy students, right? We’re all just students. No, Luwen, you’re my senior, right? I just entered this year.”

“…Please don’t say such things.”

It had been a while since I’d seen Luwen so flustered. His unfamiliarity was just cute, so I looked up at Luwen and smiled playfully.

“Senior. I’m your junior. Please take care of me.”

“Y-young master…”

“Not young master, but Norman. Try calling me. Say Norman.”

“How could I dare to do such a thing?”

“I’m commoner Norman, aren’t I? Why not? Please call my name, Senior Luwen.”