Chapter 240: Wei'er
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 240: Wei'er
A secluded street.
Beneath a silent eave.
Muen watched the beauty before him skillfully pick the lock, seemingly leaving her back completely undefended.
His heart couldn't help but start racing.
"This... this might not be such a good idea."
"Hmm?"
Celicia turned her head, looking at Muen with confusion. "What isn't a good idea?"
"Isn't it a bit too fast?"
Muen spoke with a hint of bashfulness. "I mean, I don't exactly mind, but this is all so sudden. I feel like we should get to know each other a bit better first..."
"The President is back!"
Suddenly, a chirpy voice interrupted Muen. A small head poked out from behind the opening door. "You're so late! I was starting to get worried if you didn't—huh? Is someone else here?"
As she spoke, the girl—whose face looked somewhat familiar to Muen—shifted her gaze toward him.
She froze.
Muen froze as well.
Buy one, get one free?
Are they really playing this wild?
No, wait. This was Wei'er, the Student Council secretary—that little tagalong who was always trailing behind Celicia.
Muen snapped back to reality.
"Muen Campbell!"
Wei'er recognized him instantly. Whatever thought crossed her mind made her face turn bright red, and with a pfft, two streams of blood sprayed from her nose.
"You—you perverted scum! What are you doing here? Are you stalking our President?"
"Huh?"
What the hell?
He’d accept being called a perverted scum, but what kind of new trick was this—cursing someone out while simultaneously having a geyser of a nosebleed?
"Enough. He's a guest."
Celicia casually flicked Wei'er's forehead. "I told you to stop reading those weird books. Go get the hot water ready."
"Oh."
Wei'er wiped away the blood, pouted while clutching her forehead, and shot Muen a resentful glare.
Just as she turned to step through the door, an open artbook suddenly slipped out from under her skirt.
Muen instinctively looked down.
On the beautifully illustrated pages, two men were depicted entangled in... indescribable positions.
Aside from one bald, muscular man, the other was a handsome, golden-haired young noble with his clothes half-undone and a bashful expression. No matter how Muen looked at it, that face seemed incredibly familiar.
Dammit, isn't that me?
A fan artbook?
And it’s BL?
"You..."
The look Muen gave Wei'er was one of pure horror.
"That's not mine! You saw wrong!"
Steam practically erupted from Wei'er's head as she snatched up the book and bolted inside.
A long silence followed.
Muen slowly turned his head toward Celicia, his lip twitching.
"That secretary of yours... has some dangerous hobbies."
"...She only started acting like this recently. She used to just read normal novels."
Celicia looked helpless, clearly nursing a headache over whatever strange influence had corrupted Wei'er's tastes.
Then, her eyes narrowed as she glanced at Muen.
"By the way, what were you saying earlier about things being 'too fast' and 'getting to know each other'?"
"..."
Muen's face stiffened. He gave a forced laugh.
"I was saying your sword is too fast. I should get to know your true strength better."
"As long as you know."
Leaving him with a cold stare, Celicia turned and walked through the door.
Muen let out a sigh of what seemed like regret before following her inside.
*
Past the entrance was a courtyard that looked extremely ordinary.
The layout inside was even more austere; one would never guess this was the residence of a princess.
However, Muen could faintly sense the flow of mana in the air. It seemed the place was protected by some rather powerful arrays.
Fortunately, despite the simplicity, all the daily necessities were provided.
After showing Muen to his assigned room, Wei'er led him to a bathroom.
In a courtyard where everything else was plain, this bathroom alone was exquisitely decorated. Expensive wood and smooth stone formed a massive tub that resembled a small hot spring, with fragrant flower petals drifting atop the steaming water.
"Go ahead and wash," Wei'er said, her chin tilted up with an air of cold detachment.
Muen stared at her for a moment, then hesitated. "Miss Wei'er."
"What?"
"You aren't planning on peeping while I bathe, are you?"
"Wh—What?!"
Wei'er was instantly embarrassed and enraged, stomping her foot in fury.
"Muen Campbell, what do you mean by that?! Why would I ever watch you bathe? Looking at your naked body would give me sties!"
"Is that so..."
Muen looked down.
As Wei'er stomped her foot, another artbook accidentally tumbled to the floor.
This time, the bashful, handsome golden-haired youth was entangled with a man built like a bear.
Unbelievable.
She even had variety!
"An—Anyway, you're the one who should be careful! If you do anything perverted, I won't forgive you!"
Wei'er shoved the book into her bosom and fled with a beet-red face.
Once she was gone, Muen shut the bathroom door. After cautiously confirming there were no peeping or recording spells or tools, he finally relaxed, stripped off his clothes, and sank into the hot water.
"Haa... that's the stuff."
Muen couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure.
Thinking back, he hadn't had a proper rest in a very long time.
Too much had happened recently—especially over the last two days. Whether it was the confrontation with the Evil God or the entanglement with those two little fairies, every bit of it had been enough to drain him completely.
If his body hadn't undergone unimaginable training and been bolstered by the Withered King's flames, he probably would have collapsed long ago.
Now, lying in the comfortable water—which clearly had some medicinal properties—all that exhaustion finally came rushing to the surface.
Muen leaned his head back and gradually drifted into a deep sleep.
*
In Celicia's room, the lights were still burning bright.
She was busy processing documents.
Sensing the quiet movement of the girl entering the room, she didn't even look up as she asked, "How is he?"
"Nothing special."
Wei'er helped Celicia organize the papers, pouting as she spoke. "He just looks really tired. He fell asleep in the water. I feel like it's a bit of a waste for you to use such precious medicinal ingredients for his bath, President."
"Those herbs were meant for external use anyway. Did you expect me to make him eat them?" Celicia said casually.
"Besides, given what he's done recently, he's earned the right to use them... Wait."
Celicia's brow suddenly furrowed. She looked up at Wei'er.
"He's in the bathroom. How do you know he's asleep?"
"Uh..."
Wei'er's face froze, her cheeks puffing out as she deflated.
"I... I guessed!"
"Is that so?"
"Of—Of course! Why would I ever use a special method just to peep on that perverted scum while he's bathing? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"...Wei'er."
"Yes?"
"Throw those nonsensical artbooks of yours away later."
"Oh."
Wei'er looked like she was about to burst into tears, feeling as if her world was ending.
It was all that damn Muen Campbell's fault. Nothing good ever happened when he was around.
Those artbooks had cost her a fortune! They were rare, gold-leaf collector's editions circulated only within certain small circles at the Academy!
Her heart ached so much...
But after a moment, Wei'er suddenly fidgeted with her fingers and whispered, "President."
"What is it?"
"If I throw them away... can I draw my own?"
"..."