The Tyrant Mistook Me for a Companion

Chapter 8:

What is this?
Leon’s attitude seemed to have changed somehow.
I reached out my hand and recalled the unfamiliar sensation.
A warm and strange feeling wrapped around my whole body.

“What the hell are you thinking?”

I closed my eyes and sighed.
Since when did Leon feel a different emotion towards me.
No matter how much I looked back, I couldn’t find the starting point.
Was it wrong that I brought him in the first place?
But if he had been left alone, it would have been obvious that he would have been dragged and abused by others.
I couldn’t ignore him when I knew it.

“I should keep a little distance.”

He seemed strangely more obsessed with me without even recognizing me.
No other alternative came to mind. It was a big deal if Leon became attached to me.
Because this wasn’t the direction I thought it would be.
I got up from my seat and narrowed my brows.

“What are you worried about?”

Even so, if Leon had a pattern, he would naturally lose interest in me.
Time will pass and he will forget me.
It would be impossible to find someone like me in the first place.
Do everything you need to do everything. 

Don’t worry about anything

I shook my head with a reassuring smile.
I was filled with useless thoughts.
In the first place, Leon showed interest in me because I saved him.
Young feelings are bound to disappear quickly.
I took out the notebook I had put in the drawer and looked at the date.

“It’s really close.”

The scales drawn on the wall were stacked one after another.
There was a difference in height between him and me at 13 years old.
On the contrary, the relationship between the two of us seems to have gotten closer.
Will my pattern show up too? Do I have a man of my own destiny?
I don’t expect it, but somehow I think there would be no fate partner for me.
In the first place, it was funny to expect that there would be a partner given to me, as I’m not an important role in the novel.

“It doesn’t matter.”

It doesn’t matter who I meet.
I’ll be out of here anyway.
I was going to leave here after seeing him meet the heroine, Janice.
Of course, I’ll watch secretly.
I don’t want anything to happen that leads me to my grave.
Because if that happens, I’ll have to find Leon.
I had no intention of getting married, and I didn’t want to get involved in other people’s fight’s.
I just wanted to live a quiet life.

“I saved some money until now, so it’s okay to go and live.”

But there was nothing I could do.
Unbelievable. I can’t do anything even if I know the story!
My incompetence makes me feel bad.
As I rolled over in bed and wrapped myself in a blanket, I quietly closed my eyes.

I remembered the contents of the book and invested with a small name hidden, but it was not enough.
I needed a more stable job.

“Tea house? Dessert house?”

You’re not good with your hands.
However, if you look at it, didn’t the female lead in the novel run away and set up a tea house and a bakery house?
I don’t know if I can do it well.

“No, I can’t. Because I’m not the heroine.”

I quickly accepted the reality.
Considering that I burned the kitchen the other day to make a cake…….
I may be the fastest person in the world to close a store.

“At that time, even Leon cried because he was sorry.”

When I saw the black cake in my hand, I remembered Leon’s fearful expression, so I laughed unconsciously.
It was so cute that he couldn’t throw it away but couldn’t eat it either.
Shall I bake cookies tomorrow?
I might have improved a little.
I was young then, so this time it will be different.
I can already feel the smell of delicious cookies tickling the tip of my nose.

* * *

“Yo–you’re going to bake cookies?”

Confused, Diria stuttered at me.
I nodded proudly.

“Yes, I’m going to bake cookies after a long time.”

“Miss, I know a delicious bakery.”

“Diria, I will make it.”

My firm words shook her eyes.
Likewise, Leon, who was standing next to her, avoided eye contact and soon stepped back.

“Elle, I forgot I had sword practice.”

I opened my eyes wide as I saw Leon sneaking out.

“I know you don’t have a schedule today.”

“……It’s a substitute class.”

“You don’t want to eat what I made?”

“No, no!”

Leon shook his head and opened his eyes wide.
The lie came to light, but I smiled as if I didn’t know.

“It’s okay. I’ll make it myself and bring it to you.”

“I think we should make it together! I want to make cookies, too!”

I shrugged at Leon’s urgent voice.

“Ok, fine.”

Diria breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Leon was with her.
Everyone in this house seems to know my skill.
The chef, who looked at me with worried eyes, glanced at Leon.

“Will you join us?”

“Yes, Elle wants to do it, so we have to do it together.”

Leon stood beside me with a big smile.
With determined will, I rolled up my sleeves and saw the ready ingredients in front of me.

“Everyone doesn’t trust me very much, but you’ll see.”

The chef’s eyes changed a lot with my powerful voice.
A little bit of anticipation gave me confidence.
Where is the earlier that was in high spirits and now whining about the soft dough?

“……… Leon, I can’t get it out of my hands.”

I eventually asked for help from Leon, who kept the dough straight from the side.
He looked at my hand and stood behind me.

“It’s all stuck on my hand.”

Leon’s face suddenly stuck out behind my back.
I opened my eyes wide at the touch of his firm chest.

“How can you grow up like this?”

I, who was in Leon’s arms, stared at his big hand, removing the dough attached to my hand.
He skillfully took off the dough, grabbed my messed up hand and dipped it in the water.

“Well, let’s wash it”

“……Yes.”

Suddenly, still trapped in his arms, he washed my hands in the tap water.
Leon was washing my hands hard behind my back.

“Hey, I can wash my hands by myself.”

“It’s okay because my hands are also dirty.”

Leon didn’t change his posture until I finally had no dough left in my hands.

“If you add a little more flour, it won’t get this sticky.”

I stood still and admired my dough as it gradually became normal.
There’s nothing Leon can’t do.

“Thank you. The dough didn’t fail because of you.”

“I am also able to do well thanks to Elle.”

“What?”

I tilted my head at Leon’s words.
Diria, who was organizing the ingredients, said to me,

“Don’t you remember, miss? Since you were young, you went to the kitchen to do this and that, so Leon went through a lot with you.”

“……I am?”

“Of course. Do you know how many cakes you burn?”

That’s weird. I’m sure I’ve only made it a few times.….
I guess it’s not wrong to see that Leon doesn’t contradict Diria’s words.
If you think about it like that, I’m really not talented
Written by the mouth, it’s probably not right.

“But I think I’ll succeed this time.”

I nodded at Diria’s words.
It became proper dough after ripening, but I didn’t do it on my own.

“As expected, I don’t think I’m good at this either, do I?”

What the hell am I supposed to do for a living.
The road ahead was so hopeless that I could only see darkness.
Isn’t this too much?
I’m destined to die anyway, so am I a character made without any talent?
Everyone is born with at least one!
Why was I like this? I couldn’t blame anyone.
If I go to Edgar and ask him why I was born like this, I might die that day.

‘Oh, should I bake some cookies and give them to him?’

Can’t we get along a little bit?
I’ve grown up a bit, so I think he’ll be less bothered.
You can’t live without knowing for a long time, so shouldn’t you try to redeem yourself?
Leon tapped my arm as I was pondering between Edgar and me.

“Elle, do you want me to make the cake? I can always help you.”

He seems to have thought that I was upset that the cookies didn’t go my way.
Leon looked at my wits to the point where it was too much for me. You don’t have to.

“No, Leon. I wanted to do it on my own.”

“I can do it well”

I closed my lips tightly at Leon’s words.
You fool, you obviously can! Besides, you’re always here to help me.
You’re going to go to the heroine when I grow up, but I can’t believe you’re talking like you’ll be here forever
You’re saying that because you don’t know your future.

“Leon, you can’t always help me.”

“……Yes, you’re right”

He seemed to know what I was going to say.
Because it was the words I had spit out countless times like brainwashing him.

Even though we were like family, we had to separate from each other at some point.
We were friends, but only friends.
My relationship with Leon was established.
I told him every day not to forget. We have to go when the time comes, we’re on different paths.

‘If you insist on not going later, I’ll have to run away.’

I didn’t want to be tied up with the female lead and die.
If there was no room for redemption, I also intended to leave my father and run away.

“Well, shall we put in the dough now?”

In the awkward atmosphere, Diria came out and handed Leon a cookie frame.
Without a word, I began to press the dough hard into the mold.