I’m Not Doing This With A Friend - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 : I’m Not Doing This With A Friend 

Translated by Niks

Edited by Schwarzel

When a bell rang in a place where there was no way it would, the attendant, who came running, burst open the door of the room in a hurry.

“Who would ring the bell in the middle of the night in this room…!”

Oops…

How could Master Carsion, who should be at the academy, be here?

“You, just get me a blanket.”

The attendant, who looked at Carsion with eyes as if he had seen a ghost, was frozen for a while at the words heard from him.

When Carsion’s brows slightly frowned, the servant, who realized his mistake only then, moved to fulfil the order, urgently asking for forgiveness.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll bring you something you could use to cover right away.”

“I…”

“Yes, yes? if you would have another order please tell me.”

“It’s for me to cover…”

As if Carsion couldn’t find any other excuses, his words were blurred. 

However, the attendant looked at him and nodded.

“You need a blanket for someone else, not for the master to use.”

Carsion nodded quietly with his mouth shut.

“I see. Please wait for a moment.”

The attendant, who went out to get a blanket at the order of Carsion, felt something was strange.

Obviously, his handsome face and his dirty temper are the same.

But what’s this sense of incompatibility?

Did he notice with a keen sense that a thief disguised as a Master Carsion broke into the mansion?

…That can’t be the case.

The servant shook his head at the ridiculous speculation.

If you are not Master Carsion in the first place, it makes no sense to break through the strict guards of the Duke of Lisianthus.

Even if he somehow escaped the guard’s eyes, he would not know who the Duke was, but an intruder.

The Duke already knew that the intruder was a burglar.

Then what was this sense of incongruity?

At that moment, a thunderbolt of enlightenment passed in my head.

Ah.

I realized what this sense of incongruity was. 

Oh, my God!

Master Carsion said that he needed the blanket to cover someone else? Was that even possible?

He fell into confusion, paused from his quick steps, and began to carefully analyze the meaning of the words once more.

Come to think of it, the master did not say that the person he was giving the blanket was a living person. Did you kill someone and you want to cover the body with the blanket?

That’s it. Then it makes sense.

‘Ahhh…’

With a small sigh of relief, the attendant mumbled, “I have to tell the Duke that it’s been a while since I’ve had to clean and remove the body.”

* * *

The next day, Carsion, who brought a sofa into the club room, waited eagerly for Leen to enter the club room.

Am I anxious?

No, it wasn’t to that extent. I was just wondering ‘a little’ about her reaction when she sees the sofa.

Entering the club room, Leen stared at the sofa Carsion had brought for a while and called him, “Hey Pink-Head.”

‘To call a person such an unpleasant title.’

Carsion was in a bad mood, but he answered Leen’s words again and again.

As the conversation continued, he naturally uttered the word “bastard.”

At that time, Carsion was quick to roll his eyes because he was anxious, but then he clarified his words and said again.

I don’t know why I need to soften my words, but I felt like I should.

Carsion felt an unfamiliar feeling and glared as if he could pierce Leen, who did not use the sofa he brought.

Why don’t you sit on the sofa? You slept well on a hard chair yesterday.

It turned out that he had brought the sofa for Leen to use.

I brought it because of someone.

After the misunderstanding was cleared, she carefully sat down on the sofa. Fortunately, she seemed to like the sofa Carsion brought.

Her fluttering expression was cute.

Even her fluttering gestures and the tips of her toes that worked hard to flutter bounce on the sofa was cute.

Maybe that’s why she did it, or when her expression returned to her original expression, her emotions were disappointing.

So whether that was the case, or when her expression returned to her original expression, her feelings were regretful.

“Are you done? -What are you doing?”

Actually, I wanted to see more.

With the strange feeling that keeps coming up, Carsion decided that he should stop talking to her, and pulled out the blanket he had brought with him yesterday and said to her, 

“Go to sleep.”

When Leen looked at him, she said that she thought he was nice and that rumors about him were in vain.

Hearing the rumors, it wasn’t something that didn’t exist, but it was at the level of reducing the incident.

Carsion had never cared about his rumors so far.

But hearing the stories from her mouth suddenly started to bother me.

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

Club hours allocated by the academy were more than 2 hours ‘daily’.

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

Carsion was helpless every day because he would not have snorted if someone else had hit him.

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

It’s been a week.

It was a word I spit out because I wasn’t really angry with her.

Then her eyes widened and guilt came to her face. Then immediately a sincere apology came back from her.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be so mad. I was so selfish. I won’t make fun of you again in the future.”

It was such a long-cherished promise, but ironically, the moment I heard it, I felt dirty. So I talked to her in a fit of anger.

“It was a joke.”

“Huh?”

“That’s enough. It was a joke. I said it once because you made fun of me every day. What if I’m barely fooled by a lie like this?”

Words that bring disaster upon themselves.