The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant - Chapter 31

Next year.

 

“It’s annoying. Dad is unnecessarily nosy.”

 

Vincent’s father, who witnessed the scene, said, “Oh, we have to help each other in the neighborhood,” and took half the mailman’s bag.

 

Vincent, who was rolling on the sofa, came into his father’s eyes, and the subsequent steps were natural.

 

Vincent came out with the mailbag as if he were being kicked out, and he grumbled as he looked back at the house, which was getting smaller and smaller.

 

“If he brought it, why does he turn it around or ask me to do it? I can get hurt in the snow, not the mailman, but what is it? If you’re going to pretend to be nice, do it until the end.”

 

Vincent muttered annoyingly as he walked in the snow, even though he knew his father’s joints were weak.

 

Because it is the end of the year, there are many greeting letters.

 

Five postcards in the elder’s house, two in Ronald’s house, and three in Dominic’s house—.

 

Vincent saw the last letter, who had roughly stuffed it into the mailbox, whether or not the letter was familiar in his eyes.

 

There was an unpleasant name written on it.

 

“Dear Miss Chelsea?…Hng, it’s Lucette’s house.”

 

To think that someone was calling the hot-tempered Aunt Chelsea by the tickling title of ‘Miss.’ 

 

Who could it be? 

 

Vincent, who laughed at the envelope a few times, knew that there was no sender.

 

“Is there a letter that doesn’t even have a sender? Is Aunt Chelsea in a relationship?”

 

There’s someone who likes that Aunt?

 

Vincent, who has bad feelings for Luce, saw the letter once and Luce’s house far down the hill once.

 

It’s far, it’s annoying, and it’s cold.

 

And he’s curious.

 

A shadowy whisper popped up in Vincent’s mind, who had never won a verbal fight with Luce. 

 

‘Luce, this is the best thing to make fun of that girl.’

 

I heard your mom is dating? Do you know who it is? I know. I saw it while passing by. You know, how would you feel to have a stepdad?

 

Vincent, who was already giggling in a sweet dream, looked around. There’s no one here.

 

Strength entered the fingertips of the wax seal.

 

With this, he can see the little thing crying, right?

 

Eyes full of anticipation turned to the letter in the envelope.

 

“…What is this?”

 

There’s nothing? 

 

It was an empty piece of paper.

 

He looked at the envelope again, wondering if he had forgotten anything, but there was nothing.

 

“Ey, that’s not fun.”

 

There were only two pieces of information at best.

 

One is a recipient with the name ‘Miss Chelsea’ written on it.

 

One is a postage stamp from the Menelik region that is barely attached to the outside. 

 

Why are you sending a piece of paper? Vincent, who threw the letter without hesitation, stepped on the envelope.

 

He thought he wouldn’t have to bring it because it was an empty letter anyway, so he even pressed it with all his might as if he were venting his anger.

 

He felt better after seeing the letters crumpled here and there and buried in the snow.

 

‘I was too lazy to go all the way there, but that’s good. Let’s go home.’

 

Vincent, who sniffed and turned around, let out a scream.

 

“What is this!”

 

There was a long shadow near him.

 

He thought he was sure he didn’t feel any presence? 

 

Vincent, who was suddenly surprised and fell in place, closed his eyes without realizing it.

 

He definitely saw it. There was a long black shadow in front of him.

 

Someone with reddish brown eyes!

 

“Oh, it’s so annoying. Why do you scare people? Aren’t you going away? Won’t you turn it off? You glasses guy!”

 

He’s the only one in town with red eyes. 

 

Revinas or something. A bookworm and four eyes.

 

Did he take off his glasses and come out today? But was that punk that tall?

 

The answer didn’t return.

 

It was when Vincent, who had been swinging his fist menacingly in the air, cautiously opened his eyes in the complete opposite of his gesture.

 

“…Crazy, do I see nothing?”

 

There was no one.

 

Only the strong winds of winter and the silvery birches split apart.

 

The broken branches of a birch tree are black. It was a scene as if hundreds or thousands of glimmering eyes were staring at him. 

 

He got goosebumps.

 

Vincent gulped and walked slowly backward.

 

Making sure again that there was no one around, he started running.

 

“There’s nothing bad.”

 

‘Arrgh!’ Vincent shouts and falls in place. 

 

The wizard, who calmly walked out of the shadow of the birch tree, gestured.

 

An envelope of letters buried in snow flew into his hand.

 

“It saves me the trouble of handling it.”

 

The wizard looked down at the letter.

 

Menelik’s seal.

 

The wizard smiled as he alternated between the letter and the girl who had just left the house down the hill.

 

“You’ll be grateful if you find out I intercepted it first, Miss Lucette. It would have been bad news to get as a birthday present.”

 

A small black whirlpool rose from his fingertips.

 

*****

 

At that time, Luche frowned.

 

‘What is this? Isn’t that Vincent’s voice?

 

The sound of the pig resonates throughout the mountain village.

 

Thanks to this, she had one more chance to win in the fight over words with Vincent, who was arguing over everything. 

 

Do you know the boy who was running with a tremendous scream like he saw a ghost not long ago?

 

Oh, right. I can’t help but know. That’s you. Right?

 

Knock, knock. 

 

“Ung, Luce.”

 

When sg knocked, the door opened at once. It seems like he has been waiting.

 

Seeing Luce with a giggling smile, Rev’s mouth naturally smiled.

 

“I missed you. Wasn’t it hard to come?”

 

“I’m strong, so I can beat this blizzard as much as I want.”

 

“There’s luggage. Why didn’t you call me?” 

 

“What did I say?”

 

“Because you’re strong?”

 

“Ung, I’m strong, so it’s easy! Let’s hurry up and go in!”

 

Today is Luce’s birthday.

 

It is also the day when Rev cooks once a year. 

 

The food was prepared in the same way as last year.

 

The food looked hearty and delicious enough to be coveted by anyone, but at least Luce’s nerves were elsewhere.

 

“Give me your hand.”

 

Perhaps knowing that she was trying to hold his hand, Rev quickly held out his hand. 

 

But Luce only fidgeted with his hand but didn’t hold it.

 

Why? With a slightly sullen, Rev blinked at her.

 

“You didn’t get hurt today?”

 

“Ung?”

 

“Last year, there was a bandage attached. Because you’re not good at cutting. I thought what if you get hurt again this year, but it’s a relief.” 

 

He doesn’t even remember if he was hurt or not.

 

The things that come to mind are Luce enjoying the food, Luce tearing up from being moved, and Luce hugging him. It was all about Luce’s face. 

 

But Luce was paying attention enough to check his hand first.

 

As usual, Luce, who poked Rev’s heart, now sits in her designated seat. 

 

“Rev! This looks so delicious. Let’s eat quickly, okay?” 

 

Last year’s Luce is still good in his eyes, but this year’s Luce is also sitting across from him.

 

Rev saw Luce making a wish on the candles on the lemon curd cake. 

 

Can a non-birthday person make a wish on a cake? 

 

Thinking, Rev raised the corner of his mouth as he saw Luce’s face glowing with lights. 

 

‘I hope next year you will be here too.’

 

My wish is for you.

 

You don’t have to tell me, you know.

 

*****

 

This year, she succeeded in tasting Rev’s warm wine.

 

“It’s really delicious. I’m so upset I didn’t get to try this last year!” 

 

“That’s a relief.” 

 

“Don’t you want to sell this? No, don’t do that if you’re thinking. I’m the only one who’s going to eat this.”

 

“Ung. Only you can eat it.” 

 

All the alcohol evaporated, but seeing that the color was different, she was excited because it felt like she was drinking. 

 

The food was delicious, the warm wine delicious, she won the card game, and there was Rev! 

 

She wishes every day was like today. Luce, who was lying on the table with a happy face, lowered her eyebrows as soon as she looked at the clock.

 

‘Ah, it’s already time.’

 

These days, Chelsea has been asking Luce a lot.

 

Don’t follow strangers, don’t open the door no matter who knocks on the door, and make sure to tell her when she goes somewhere. 

 

Maybe her mother thinks she’s about five years old?

 

Chelsea spoke to a troubled Luce in a firm voice.

 

“It’s okay to go to Revinas’ house to play, but don’t stay for more than two hours.”

 

“But Mom, sometimes when I study, I pass the time….” 

 

“It’s nice to see friends getting along well, but you’re staying at someone else’s house for too long. Moreover, in a house where there are no adults.” 

 

Chelsea, who was staring at Luce and looking like she wanted to say more, stopped.

 

Luce seemed to know what she was going to say next.

 

She’s worried about her playing alone with a boy or something like that.

 

Of course, Chelsea has a good reason to worry about it.

 

‘Boy…That’s right, a boy.’

 

There were times when Luce also thought about keeping a distance from Rev. 

 

But it wasn’t because of gender. She was worried that she might be encouraging Rev’s somewhat unsociable personality. 

 

It’s fun to play with him, and it’s a good match. – Luce thought, “I’m not the only one who thinks so, right?” – she went to the territory castle twice a week, so it’s not like she was trying to distance herself from him because he’s of the opposite sex, although the resolution was broken.

 

Memory often clings to reality. Is it because the image of him looking up at her while being drenched in water at their first meeting is too strong? 

 

Unless there was some reason, Rev was a friend Luce wanted to take care of and needed to protect.

 

It will be so in the future.

 

It should be.

 

‘Wait, should I?’

 

She doesn’t know why she keeps thinking about a promise.

 

After she shook her head, he pushed a pretty bottle of warm wine in front of Luce’s eyes.

 

“It’s a gift.” 

 

However, it wasn’t the warm wine that ate so deliciously that it caught Luce’s eye.

 

Large, white hands with prominent veins, and muscles visible through neatly wrapped sleeves.

 

‘…Huh?’

 

When did he grow up like this?