Stupid Steps to End
Chapter 11: Finding a Disease

Guinevere POV

This man is not the ideal man for women. Yes, he was kind and his face was above average. Unfortunately he was too insensitive. I want a private conversation with him.

But I ended up with him washing dishes in the kitchen.

"I heard you're a witch without magic."

"Yes, even though I don't want to admit it. What do you want to ask?"

This guy is outspoken. He can't be as subtle as Arthur. He has no experience with women. It was stupid of me to think he could be on par with the hero.

"What are you going to do after this?"

"I'm going to go see Arthur"

"He doesn't want you in danger anymore. He wants you alive"

"I don't care. I have my own purpose for meeting him"

I frowned at me. His stubbornness irritates me. He should have known better how troublesome his attitude was to the people around him. It is as if you cannot live without disturbing others.

He did not intend to read or reply to Arthur's letter. He is stupid and useless. Why does Arthur care about people like him? He must be too kind to leave this scavenger in the woods.

"By the way, how did you two meet? You two look close"

"Me and Arthur?" The scavenger blinked his eyes 2 times. Letting out an amused laugh, he shook his head while putting together clean dishes on the shelf.

"I've only known him for 8 hours"

!!.. 8 hours?!

Was Arthur really that naive to trust a new person? And among all the people, she believed this bum lie as a witch?!

The first time I met him, I didn't even know that this homeless man was so thin. If I were in Arthur's position, I would probably think of him as one of the demons in the forest.

HORN..

I glanced at the tall man beside me who had finished his laundry. Observing her silhouette, I suddenly recalled the monster figure I saw yesterday.

Dad said this scavenger was a strange man. He had a flexible body to be able to accept any Order. Hence, the middle Order that yesterday was given could instantly match him.

His case is not as difficult as it seems. The problem was that because his stupidity ate too many demon hearts without sorting them out, between the upper and middle classes, father found a living demon heart in his body.

Therefore, he needed a top-class Order so that the heart could be sure to die.

"What's wrong? You've been staring at me for a while"

"!!.. T, No. It's nothing" I walked a step back as our gaze met. We were both silent in front of the sink for a few minutes.

Breaking the awkwardness, the midfielder asked me about my family's situation suddenly. The sudden question made my tongue cluck once, reluctant to answer it. Giving a short answer, he seemed to catch what I meant and went back into silence.

In the end, I gave up trying to communicate with him. It's completely out of my control. I've never talked to a stiff guy like him. He is sensitive to the unnecessary and blind to the important. If only he wasn't a guest in this house, I probably wouldn't want to talk to him outside from here.

"How are you doing?" I asked for it by force. "Do you still have trouble controlling your demonic inheritance?"

"... demon's legacy?" The vagrant tilted his head and asked me the term he had just heard.

To my surprise, I didn't know father hadn't explained it to me about the demon's legacy. By wearing a mask, a person can become closer to the owner of the heart so that he inherits his abilities and characteristics. This was the advantage of every person who ate the heart of the devil.

I explained briefly what he needed to hear but not in detail. There must be a reason why you didn't tell him.

I observed the look on his flat face. I don't know if he's listening to me or just pretending. The tramp just stared at the basin in front of him like a statue as long as I explained.

"... Do you understand this far?"

"..."

SH..

"!! What the-"

My hand immediately picked up the kitchen knife on the laundry rack when I saw a fog of ash coming out of his body. Seeing the entire room covered in thick fog, my eyes caught a foreign silhouette from a distance staring at me.

I became prepared. Walking closer to him, I prepared to stick my knife on the figure behind the fog.

"—— Hey, so this is the demon inheritance you're referring to?"

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Huh uh?! Isn't that the scavenger's voice?

I lowered my knife and walked towards the familiar voice. Spreading my eyes, I was astonished to see the appearance of the bum who turned half a circle.

"You're the same person, right?"

"... What the hell does that mean? Did you just insult my face?"

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Black hair, golden eyes, a pointed nose, and a 2-meter tall body. In addition to his hypermetropic eyes, I think this demon has a pretty body. This is the appearance of a demon human named Noe.

I don't know how I got to this point. All I know is I'm just trying to visualize Noe in my head and wonder how she behaves in the real world.

And then I got a response from him. Noe is a demon who lives in the southern sea. The reason why he could exist on land was none other than that he was looking for his brother who was captured by humans.

'—— Can you help me?'

I didn't answer the question. But if there was a chance, I might try to figure out the details.

TAP, TAP, TAP..

"Son, I heard you've inherited the power of the devil. Are you all right?"

I turned my body towards the door and immediately removed my mask. In front of the guest room, I saw the shadow of Mr. Ogyruan. My nose smells the blood of his clothes. He just got back from work out of town.

I picked up a clean cloth perched at the end of the dresser. Walking carrying a lantern that illuminated the room, my feet stepped closer to him.

"I'm doing fine. Howwasyourday?" I asked while pouring him a clean cloth.

Lord Ogryuan raised his brows for a moment. Grabbing the cloth in my hand, the tip of her lips lifted slightly. "I'm grateful to have had a good day today"

"That's great. Did you have dinner?"

"I've filled my stomach for a long time. I came to ask you how you are doing. You have a talent for being a demon"

I laughed stiffly at her sarcastic praise. It's not my fault I have this talent.

I let him into the room. I let her take the time to clean up in the room. Meanwhile, I prepared him a seat and took him clean clothes that were in the closet.

"Son, can you get me more cloth?"

"of course. I'll- !!"

My words stopped in the middle of the road. Red patches spread all over his body. I saw him sweating excessively and breathing irregularly.

He is at a bad age for this disease.

"Sir, how long have you had smallpox?"