The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

I guess there’s another method that I don’t know about.
I’ll trust you and leave it to you.”

Trust and leave it to me, huh.

Truthfully, the person who he should trust with this wasn’t me.

It’s Cassion.

“Right, me too… I’m going to trust that guy over there,” I replied.

Trust Cassion to please, come through.

Instead of answering, Logan instead shook his head and poured cold tea into my empty cup.

Trickle.

A fragrant scent came up as the cup was filled with tea.

“Ah, I have something for you.”

As that fragrance pervaded the air, as Logan recalled something, he rummaged through his coat pocket.

Soon enough, what emerged from his long white doctor’s coat was a document.

He smoothed out the creases and then held it out to me.

“It’s the result of what you asked to be investigated the other day, Princess.”

“The other day…? Ah.”

Now that he mentioned it, I remembered.
Of course, it was none other than the amazing report that Diana, who was in the dark guild, had procured.

I had a rough idea of what lay ahead, but detailed information was still needed.

That way, it’ll be cleaned up properly.

“Are you going to take care of it yourself? There’s no need for you to do that—please just leave it to us to clean it up nicely.”

“No.”

Despite the kind offer, I answered firmly.

Of course, the method Logan proposed just now was the more convenient option.

In a way, it was also the more efficient option.

However.

“Why, you know what they say.
The best form of revenge is forgiveness.”

“…Yes.”

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At the answer that seemed thoughtful, the corners of my lips were tugged up.
Then, after cradling my chin with one hand that’s propped on the table, I leaned forward a little.

I could see his face approaching closer as well.
His smooth glasses, which fit his personality, glinted.

“I don’t believe that.
If it’s up to me, I’ll retaliate with my own two hands just as much—no, even more to the point that I’ll gain profit.”

When I whispered, a faint hint of curiosity was ignited in the eyes of the man who didn’t move.

As expected, he resembled his master exactly.

“Then, will you be allowing that woman to exact revenge personally?”

“Of course I will.
And, the other thing is…”

There, right there.

Let’s give that inexperienced man some real, hands-on experience.

With my chin still resting on my hand, I turned my head and looked at Cassion.

My eyes met with the gaze of his black irises as he was looking this way.

As if he was a child caught doing something naughty, Cassion’s shoulders flinched.

I picked up the folding fan on the table and threw it at him.

His eyes grew wide open as his gaze turned here.

Then, at the same time,

Clash!

With the ringing sound of metal and wood colliding, the two objects met in the air near Cassion’s face then fell to the floor.

“What are you doing? You can’t look away!”

Then came Diana, who scolded him sharply.

His expression became grim.

“Ah…”

Only then did Cassion’s gaze, as he was looking this way, return to where it should be looking.

Towards Diana, whose anger was stoked like fire, and the two objects that fell to the floor.

One of the two objects that flew at him was my fan, and the other one was the wooden dagger that had been so close to reaching the area between his eyes.

“Be careful now.
Don’t get hurt.”

Sure enough, I gave him advice and the dark gaze headed this way again.

Cassion glanced at Logan and me, then nodded before he picked up the fan.

And he strode this way with the fan in hand.

He didn’t have to bring it back to me though.

While surprised, his face felt strangely stiff.

 

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* * *

 

Cassion’s subtly hardened expression was from ‘surprise’, just as Rosetta had guessed.

However, the core of it was slightly different from what Rosetta had surmised.

That is, the ‘reason for his surprise’ was different.

Ta-dak, ta-dak, ta-dak.

His steps were heavy.

Cassion was confused because of an unfamiliar emotion within him.
His heart was pounding, the back of his neck felt hot.

It annoyed him to see that pair staying together, a man and a woman.

For some reason, he didn’t like it.

No, actually, that wasn’t exactly it.
Just the fact that a man and a woman were sitting together wasn’t what set him off.

In fact, he had often seen such a pair many times before, but he had never felt this way back then.

So, what was it that’s bothering him.

What was he dissatisfied with.

Ah, right.

It was when Rosetta propped her hand upon the table, rested her chin there and the distance between them inched closer.

That was the problem.

When he saw the two people facing together so closely in his periphery,

Then, he got distracted.

Then, he began to feel strange.

The distance between their faces were so close that it’s likely that they could see each other’s features with such detail.

In the end, if that man were to notice just how beautiful and lustrous her golden eyes were… If he would…

Thud. His steps came to a halt.

Clatter. The fan he was carrying had fallen to the floor.

“Maxwell?”

When Rosetta called out to him, Cassion blinked in a daze.
He leaned over to pick up the fallen fan.

However, it wasn’t easy to raise his head once more because the back of his neck was extremely hot.

‘Why.’

Exactly.
Why the hell.

Just what was this strange emotion.

Why on earth did he have such a strange though.

Truly, it was a complete mystery to him.