I’m Not Doing This With A Friend

After resolving the entire situation with a single recording, I left the teacher’s office and raised my hand, and looked at my trembling fingertips.

ah.

When I saw my hands shaking slightly, my face, which I had tried to pretend was fine, cracked like glass.

The way I reacted was different from how I shamelessly held my head up high in front of them.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Memories rushed into my mind, and my heart raced. My palms were already drenched in cold sweat.

Students were walking around around me, so I gritted my teeth and held back the emotions welling up.

But from the moment those memories came to mind, my insides were burning black.

The club room.

The current time should be during regular classes, and no one would be there.

Hurriedly making my judgment, I started rushing towards the club room. I hadn’t expected to use the magical pen for recording even at the academy.

I had forgotten. Only just managed to escape.

I hadn’t used this pen for a while, and as I started using it again, memories flooded back.

Arriving at the club room, I quickly locked the door.

Alone in the club room, I let out the tears I had been holding back. Then, I gritted my teeth, trying to control the overwhelming anxiety.

Calm down.

This is the academy. He’s not beside me.

I saw it earlier, lien.

No one can touch me here.

No one.

“…There was an incident.”

“Say it again, Fior.”

“So, there were five polarized kids who found out that Lien joined our club… … .”

“Skip to the part about why she joined the club.”

“lien mentioned she joined the club because Carson’s face was nice, right?”

“…You mean she said I’m handsome?”

“That’s right.”

“That blunt girl really said that?”

Wow, since the camera is moving, I can repeat it perfectly. “It looks like it’s spreading even faster because it’s a big deal involving the expulsion of five kids.”

Fior provided detailed answers to Carson’s questions, but in reality, Carson was not paying attention at all.

“She said she joined the club because of my face?”

“That seems to be the case.”

She looked at me like She didn’t have the slightest interest in me, but I couldn’t believe She was thinking that in her heart.

And now, with just that piece of information, his mood was strangely…

“Carson, your face is turning red.”

“I know, shut up.”

Fior, with a peculiar gaze, looked at the blushing Carson and cautiously spoke, as if wondering.

“Carson, are you…?”

“Ha.”

Carson covered his face with both hands and bowed deeply.

“Fior, what am I supposed to do? It seems like what you’re thinking is right.”

Oh no.

From the moment Carson, with his personality, couldn’t say a word to Lien and started to be teased, I had anticipated this.

Especially when he didn’t say a word even though the deadline for club adjustments had passed this week. I had an idea.

But now, hearing the confirmation, the situation began to feel real, and Carson started to look pitiful.

“…That’s unfortunate.”

Carson, enduring Fior’s obsession, muttered to himself.

When Carson first saw Lien’s face, he thought she was pretty, but it wasn’t love at first sight, he thought.

Really.

On the first day of the club meeting, he cut off the conversation after seeing Fior and her chatting happily, thinking, ‘It’s not because I like her; it’s just that Fior’s fake smile is annoying.’

But when she put her hand on his shoulder, he felt a bit awkward with the sudden physical contact.

What about when she whispered in his ear?

At that moment, he was surprised and maybe a bit embarrassed, or perhaps he was just embarrassed by being fooled by such a prank.

…But even then, he didn’t think he liked her.

The problem was that Carson thought about her the whole time after returning to his dorm.

The fact that she was lying on a hard chair bothered him, and he was conscious of her slightly raised skirt, which revealed her slender and pale legs, even though it was covered by a cape.

Of course, he covered it up a bit, but…

‘Irritating.’

Carson suddenly got up from his bed and roughly brushed his hair.

Then, with a complicated expression, he started putting on his outerwear, which he had taken out of the closet.

Unexpectedly, Fior, his roommate, asked where he was going in the middle of the night. Of course, Carson casually ignored him.

Space teleportation.

Using up a considerable amount of mana, he arrived at the mansion of the Duke of Lycianshire.

It was a long-distance teleportation spell that an ordinary mage wouldn’t even dare to attempt.

There was a reason why Carson chose this method.

Most high-quality furniture was custom-made. So, to purchase a good sofa, you have to wait for several weeks.

That’s why Carson chose to bring something that was already made.

After easily putting his sofa into a pocket dimension, Carson stared at the space the sofa had occupied, contemplating silently.

Then, absentmindedly pulling a string beside his bed, a servant hastily opened the door, looking surprised.

“Who’s playing with the string in the young master’s room at this hour…!”

Oops.

How did the Duke’s son end up here?

“I-I apologize. I will bring something suitable for the young master to cover up immediately.”

Feeling a bit irritated by Carson’s furrowed brow, the servant hastily apologized and rushed to fulfill the order.

“Sorry. Bring a blanket quickly.

Realizing his mistake, the servant hurriedly apologized, seeking forgiveness, and Carson shook his head, 

“Jeez, what am I doing here?”

Carson covered himself with the blanket brought by the servant, looking puzzled.

“It’s not for me to cover…” … .”

 

Carson trailed off as if he couldn’t find anything else to say to excuse himself. However, the servant looked at him and nodded his head appreciatively.

“You need a blanket to give to someone else, not you, Master.”

Carson pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

“All right. Please wait a moment.”

The servant who went out to get the blanket at Carsion’s order felt something strange.

The handsome face that clearly doesn’t look like a human and his dirty temper are still the same.

But what is this sense of discomfort that I keep feeling?

Did he pick up on the fact that a thief pretending to be Master Carson had broken into the mansion?

… … That can’t be possible.

The attendant shook his head at the absurd guess.

In the first place, if it wasn’t for Master Carsion, it would make no sense to break through the Lisianthus Duke’s tight security.

Even if he somehow managed to escape the eyes of the guards, what kind of person is the duke? He wouldn’t recognize an intruder.

The duke already knew that the intruder was a master.

So what on earth is this sense of discomfort?

In an instant, a thunderbolt of realization struck the attendant’s mind.

ah.

I realized what the feeling of discomfort was.

oh my god!

Master, you are covering someone else with a blanket? Can something like that happen?

He was confused, quickly stopped his teasing steps, and began to carefully analyze the meaning of the words once again.

When I thought about it, I didn’t think that the person giving the blanket was a living person. Who did you kill and ask for a cover to cover the body?

okay. Then it makes sense.

after.

Heaving a small sigh of relief, the servant muttered, “I guess I should tell the Duke that it’s been a while since I’ve had to clean up a corpse.”

* * *

The next day, Carson brought the sofa into the club room and waited anxiously for Lien to enter the club room.

Tease?

No, it wasn’t at the level of despair. I was just ‘a little’ curious about her reaction to seeing her sofa.

Lien, who entered the club room, stared at the sofa he had brought for a moment and then called out to him, ‘Pink hair.’

‘I can’t believe you call someone such an unpleasant name.’

Carson was in a bad mood, but he answered everything Lien said.

As the conversation continued, he naturally uttered the word ‘crazy bastard.’

At that time, Carson quickly rolled his eyes, feeling sorry for himself, then calmed down and spoke again.

I don’t know why, but it felt like it had to be that way.

Carson felt an unfamiliar emotion and stared at Lien, who was not using the sofa.

Why don’t you sit on the sofa? Yesterday, I slept well even on a hard chair.

It turned out that she thought he had brought the sofa for his own use.

Who brought it here?

After the misunderstanding was resolved, she carefully sat down on the sofa. Luckily for her, she seemed to like the sofa he brought.

Her mushy expression was cute.

The fluttering movements, even the strain on each toe flutter.

Perhaps that was why the feeling I felt when her expression returned to its original state was one of regret.

“It’s okay. “What do I do when I see it again?”

Actually, I wanted to see more.

Due to the strange feelings that kept coming up, Carson decided that he should stop talking to her, so he took out the blanket he had brought yesterday and told her to go to sleep.

When Lien saw that, he thought he was kind, and said that the rumors about him were groundless.

When I heard the rumor, it turned out that it was not something that had not been made up, but rather a miniaturization of an incident that had occurred.

Carson had never paid attention to rumors about himself until now.

But when I heard the stories coming out of her mouth, I suddenly started to worry.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to take this opportunity to clear up the rumors surrounding me.”

The club time allocated at the academy was more than 2 hours ‘every day’.

That means I have no choice but to see Lien every day except weekends.

Every day, Carsion was helplessly subjected to pranks that he would not have laughed at if someone else had pulled them off.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but stop it now.”

Has it been a week?

It was something I said because I couldn’t bear to be truly angry at her.

Then her eyes widened and a look of guilt appeared on her face. Then came her sincere apology right away.

“Sorry. I didn’t know you were in that much pain. I was so selfish. “I won’t make fun of you again.”

It was a promise that I wanted for so long, but ironically, the moment I heard it, I felt dirty. So I ended up saying it out of anger.

“It was a joke.”

“huh?”

“I’m telling you to stop now. It was a joke. “I’ve said this once since you tease me every day, but what if I end up being fooled by this lie?”

These are words that bring about disaster.

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