This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 88

Is the highlight of the banquet on the last day? (6) – unedited

I felt weird. I sure I remember telling Merson to do what the Saint asked for unconditionally, but as soon as the Saint said it, Merson immediately ran (he didn’t literally run) to her side, and the Saint’s smile intoxicated with a subtle sense of triumph as if she knew it would happen. That twisted my mind.

No, no. What kind of childish jealousy is this?

The door to the warehouse slammed shut just as I was about to forcefully reply a greeting while hiding my discomfort.

Boooom!

“… how rough.”

Why close the door so hard? Left alone, I mercilessly slashed the skin of the innocent onion with a knife.

In the future, even if I didn’t say it, Merson will soon think and act as if the Saint’s words are the law. Now, the time has come for me to accept and adapt to Merson’s change of priorities.

Besides, I realized something very clearly the moment I saw the Saint smiling with Merson next to her.

“The Saint is the main character, and I am an extra.”

Without daring to weigh it, I was just an extra in this story, where the world’s focus was on the Saint. I had to feel the difference the moment I saw her smile filled with confidence.

And the sight of the two of them standing side by side was a good match, and it was funny that I, the perfect outsider, was involved in this situation. It was very slow and subtle, but it looked like the cogs in the book were creaking to match the misaligned gaps.

At that moment, a thud was heard from behind the door again. As expected, I dropped my knife and ran to open the door.

Creak.

“…….”

But I couldn’t say a word when I saw the person in front of me with the door wide open. Because there really was an unexpected person standing there.

“I got lost, where is the exit?”

It was the man in the silver mask. He seems to be such a great noble that Count Abitz ran to meet him, so I could have been dragged to prison even if I was only breathing and got involved for nothing.

How do I know? This is because my hobbies of reading novels and watching movies, which have been honed for decades, have shown similar scenes countless times.

However, him wearing a mask seems to be to hide his identity, and I decided to act according to his intentions.

“Well- You can just keep walking towards there. If you don’t know while you go, you can ask someone.”

Because I was also born with a bad sense of direction, it was difficult to explain the path even though it wasn’t a language I didn’t know. I roughly stretched out my hand and pointed to different places in the hallway, explaining with the mind that ‘where my feet point is the way I should go’.

Whoop-whoop- Just listen to it roughly and disappear.

The man was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t read his expression accurately, but I thought for a moment that he was thinking, ‘What is this?’ and looked around the path I pointed to.

I took advantage of that and closed the door. No, I was going to close it.

“Wa, wait… So where do you want me to go?”

“That… You see. That side, that… The exit side.”

“How do I know it’s on the exit side?”

“Do you think I know? Just ask the person on the way.”

This, in my opinion, was a bit irresponsible.

The man is tall and he puts his arms around his waist and looks down at me. It made me wonder if my tone of voice was too hard on the man in the mask, as I was taking my mind that got complicated because of the Saint and taking it out on the man.

“So look carefully. Continue walking forward, and when you come to a fork in the road, go to the left. If you find a lion statue, turn around and you will find the banquet hall. You can just grab one of the kind-looking attendants there in the hall and ask for directions.”

“I can’t go to the banquet hall.”

“Why?”

“I’m in trouble when rumors spread that I’m here.”

“I don’t think many people will recognize you because of the mask… No, anyway. I only know the way out through the banquet hall.”

“I heard that Count Abitz had several doors.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know the details because I am an attendant who was hired for a short period of time.”

The masked man sighed in frustration.

No, this is not the help-desk for the lost. Why does everyone come to this useless onion warehouse when they get lost?

I sent my heartfelt condolences to the man and advised him to find someone who knew more about the mansion. Now, there is nothing to do here, so go quickly.

But something very unexpected happened. The man’s eyes met my face, and I stepped my feet in surprise, and he suddenly grabbed my chin and lifted it.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you, it looks like we’ve met before.”

“I don’t think so? It’s my first time here.”

I pulled down the man’s hand holding my chin, and this time the tip of my hair, which had been tied into one, was held in his hand.

“I’ve seen this pink hair before.”

“It’s a bit common. Can you let it go?”

The man’s eyes that discovered something interesting were curved beautifully. I had a foreboding that hidden behind in this mask was clearly a handsome man with straight lines.

However, my eye candy was short-lived. A brief nerve fight began with the man who still wouldn’t let go of my hair even though I said it. He rubbed my hair, which had been tied up tight, with his fingers like a pervert trying to feel the texture, and began to ruffle.

“Ah! I get it. You want me to tell you how to get out without passing the banquet hall?”

“Did you know that?”

“So, let go of this hair and come inside.”

The man obeyed me obediently. I led the man under the window hanging in the corner of the onion warehouse.

“It’s going to take a bit of effort, but there’s a way out through the window.”

The window was wide enough to allow even an adult man to pass through the window to ventilate the strong onion smell. Besides, it was not dangerous because it was on the first floor, and if he went out of this window, it was already the outer wall of the building.

“… Do you want me to go through here now?”

“You have a lot of things to ask people for, saying you have to leave without being noticed by anyone.”

This is frustrating, frustrating me.

The man stood in front of the window for a long time, arguing. As I watched him for a while, I felt a bit uneasy and tried to ignore him. But is it too late to look away? My anxious foreboding was exactly right.

“Pink hair, you get out first.”

“Why me?! I work here.”

“If I go out, how do I know who will be in front of me?”

“Then it’s your bad luck.”

“Those employed here have a duty to serve the distinguished guests. Hurry.”

The man ordered firmly. I didn’t think I was going to be ‘The Employee Who Climbed Out the Window and Escaped,’ after quietly peeling onions.

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