Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 169 – I AM NOT THE PERFECT PROTAGONIST
It begins when an unusual combination is seen. Nunu, Olo, and Adam, each sat side by side to eat their lunch.
Adam seemed very happy to enjoy the sandwich bread that one of the servants had given him. Even so, there was still not a single word he said to express his happiness.
It seemed to make Nunu feel strange, especially to his knowledge, Adam was not a mute person.
Nunu finally pranky rubbing Adam's cheeks.
-uk, tuk, tuk.
But no matter how many times Nunu looked to poke his cheeks, Adam still did not make a sound, even though his expression showed annoyance.
“Master Adam was so quiet huh?”
- Tuk tuk tuk. Tuk tuk tuk. Tuk tuk tuk.
But that's how Nunu, will never give up on judging people who are considered quiet as he used to often bother me in the laboratory. Finally, even Adam who was upset for the first time let out a voice that Nunu could hear.
“Stop, ticklish tofu!”
Despite only a few words, Nunu was amazed. Apparently Adam was a very charismatic voice owner that could not even be described with words.
I who had seen the scene from afar since they first gathered felt it was something so funny that I could no longer hold my laughter because of their unique behavior.
My laughter seems to be loud enough that it can be heard by Nunu and friends.
“Ah, Mr. Helios.”
However, Nunu's originally cheerful expression instantly turned grim. He just ducked 90 degrees towards me and left the place as fast as lightning without even finishing his lunch.
“Hei, Nunu.”
But Nunu ran away and pretended not to listen to my call to her.
Nunu clearly still remembered the incident of rejection in public.
At first, I planned to just shut it down for a moment until her feelings were better. But our relationship was even more strained and this made me feel uncomfortable.
That night, without notice, I came to ambush Nunu inside his room.
“Ah, Mr Helios?!”
Just by looking at my face alone, Nunu started to look panicked.
“How about playing snake ladder for a moment?”
Nunu tried my hardest to avoid eye contact with me, but I kept trying to tear down the ice wall that Nunu was trying to build between us. One of them is doing things that Nunu likes that we used to do together when instead Nunu who often came to mess with my concentration in the laboratory.
“…”
“Does Nunu hate me now? Am I not a good air conditioning machine anymore for Nunu?”
“It is not so, Sir. Now I realize that I am an adult so it is no longer appropriate to do such childish behavior.”
I tried my hardest to imitate Albert's face-setting expression when he didn't want to be separated far from me.
“Already expected, I am weak in making friends so that my friend who has been a little this now even wants to stay away from me.”
“Master! That's wrong, Sir! Anu... I just feel unworthy to be by Master's side, especially with my red eyes which are often considered as the incarnation of the devil by the nobles. Especially after that incident...they often make fun of me as a joke.”.
“What do other people really say is more important than me? Moreover, if speaking as a demon incarnation, wouldn't I feel more pity than Nunu? Know for myself that I am more often blasphemed by people about the color of my eyes and hair that is as dark as abyss.” I felt more and more playful in Albert's parsimonious expression.
“Of course not, Mr.”
“So? So we become friends again right?”
“Horee!”
I then did some advanced Albert-style tricks commonly used by Albert to melt my heart when I was angry with Nunu, then I started to get Nunu caught up in the comfort of playing the game with his favorite, and then I started to get Nunu caught up in the comfort of playing, snake ladder, with his favorite snack anyway. As expected, there is no easier way than to tease him with games and snacks to win the heart of this innocent girl.
Even though I can't love Nunu, I don't want to lose her as a friend. To me, Nunu was a handful of people who made me feel comfortable with him for being free from prejudice about my identity. He was a precious friend.
I can conclude that my fundamental problem with Nunu is over, although it will still not be as good as it used to be that no wounds arise that can be fully restored.
I went back to the room and apparently there was waiting for Yasmin who seemed to have been looking for my missing presence.
“Oh, I didn't realize there was such a problem against the girl apparently. Quickly from earlier I was looking for Master, invisible.”
“That's how, now we've improved.”
I don't know why I could feel a little complicated gaze from Yasmin towards me.
“Master, anu..”
I am actually a sensitive person, although sometimes I pretend to be insensitive to smooth the atmosphere. Nunu who was originally childish was indeed a surprise, but I understand that Yasmin's love for me is no longer just someone's liking for her master. These are the seeds of love.
The quiet night plus there were only the two of us in the room with a supportive atmosphere. Isn't that the best time to express your feelings?
I don't want an event like Nunu to happen again for the second time which will end up straining our relationship both because of the rejection of love. I tried my hardest to prevent Yasmin from speaking on the topic by turning the conversation in the other direction.
“This evening is cool yes, plus a tea made by Yasmin, really a perfect blend.”
Usually when I have praised the tea, Yasmin's face will be so satisfied that she will no longer be able to say anything. But it seems that night was not so. Yasmin had rounded up her resolve.
I was pessimistic at first because I thought it might be too late to prevent it. But who would have thought, Yasmin expressed her feelings for me were just my delusions. It's not the kind of thing Yasmin wants to tell me.
“How does Master think about witch?”
But it was an absurd question that Yasmin somehow thought of. I tried to analyze some of the possible hidden intentions that Yasmin thought of when asking that question.
The most likely thing is that Yasmin was frightened by the hidden madness that was inside of me that I had shown her back then when I was fighting witch. Yasmin seemed worried about my rationality whether it was in a severe realm.
So it's clear what answer I should give. I must answer as normally as possible without showing excessive prejudice to witch, on the other hand agreeing to the potential danger of witch.
“They are dangerous existences who submit themselves to the Demon King to gain powers that defy the laws of nature.”
But when I said that, I could catch the sad expression behind Yasmin's face. Whatisthis? Did Yasmin feel a little sympathy for the witches? This clearly should not be allowed, especially Yasmin has high mana talent so she is a suitable candidate to be the target of the Demon King to become a new witch.
I had to straighten out Yasmin's thought that it was not good that we hoped for an instantly granted hope but that we should pay the consequences forever. Clearly the witches were failed humans ever since they sold their souls to the unworthy demons in the least bit of Yasmin's sympathy.
“So the Master thought so. So, do they not deserve to live happily like other women such as getting married and having children, Master?”
“Have a child? How-to? Ever since the witch handed over her soul and body to the devil and was contaminated with mana to die, they would become barren so where could they possibly have children? In fact, even though it looks from the outside is still young, the witch is mostly hundreds or even thousands of years old. To think a young man was fooled by them then married a mummy, it really disgusts me.”
“So so yes, Master. They according to Master are not worthy yes happy?”
I shook my head at Yasmin's question.
“They can be happy as long as they are willing to release the source of the calamity that has been attached to them, although it will certainly cause instant death in them since true humans cannot fight against age.”
“But what if the witch could not take it off even though she had tried her hardest to release her true strength from the start unwanted?!”
I suddenly felt a very strong emotion from Yasmin. But what is that thing? What made Yasmin so angry at me?
Instead of wanting the power of witch, Yasmin was more like witch herself who wanted to escape her shackles. Can't be if what I think is true? It was impossible since I could not feel the slightest hint of dead mana inside Yasmin, whereas I was a person who was extremely sensitive to mana flow.
“Sorry, Master. Not that I meant yelling at you. Maybe this is the effect of my body condition which is not feeling well tonight. Then excuse me. Please enjoy your tea.”
Before I could digest the situation, Yasmin had left first. Had I known back then that that was the point where Yasmin would have disappeared from my side, I would have prevented her from leaving the room no matter the consequences.