Can You Please Keep the Original Setting? - Chapter 34.1

I showed a sarcastic smile.

“Isn’t it because you’re worried about your subordinate getting hurt? You knew the ring was Elijah’s magic stone.”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said to himself that there was a reason not to touch me.

“Yeah. To be honest, it includes a concern about my subordinate. But in any case, I’m serious about apologizing.”

Zeno admitted meekly.

“Yeah, well. It’s not like you’re just saying it. Let’s say so.”

“By the way, isn’t the cat guarding the Archmage’s daughter today?”

“What? Did you see that too?”

“Of course. That child is like an eye to me. It’s like my other self.”

Zeno gently touched the bandage covering his eye.

“Hey, what’s the name of your bird? For reference, my cat’s name is Cola. It’s super cute, isn’t it?”

“What? What did you just say?”

He stared at me with a bewildered face.

“My cat’s name is Cola. Tell me, too. That pretty crow’s name.”

“Pretty crow…”

Zeno brooded over those words.

“What’s its name?”

“… Raj. He’s called Raj.”

He hesitated for a moment, then spat out the crow’s name. Thankfully, the name I set was right. I nodded in satisfaction.

“Ah. So it’s Raj. Even the name is pretty. Anyway, as you know, there’s someone else beside me today instead of Cola.”

“Aah. The remarkable disciple of the Archmage?”

He asked sarcastically in a soft tone.

“Yeah. He’s very remarkable.”

I smiled.

“For someone so remarkable, he’s very late.”

“I’m not sure. Isn’t it rather strange to be fast?”

I gave invisible support to Mikael, who surely must have been trying to find Celina. Hang in there, my protagonist.

“What does that mean?”

“It makes sense that Mikael won’t find you. Because you are much, much stronger.”

“The Archmage’s daughter… even knows very useless things.”

He smiled coldly.

“Even if I don’t have magical power, I know roughly how to play this game. I’m not that ignorant.”

“Do you really need to know?”

“Of course. I’m still alive right now because I know.”

I replied in a stiff tone. Zeno closed his mouth and fixed his gaze on me. A brief, mysterious silence engulfed us.

“So. What happened to that woman? She had a death sentence like me.”

I stared at him and spoke.

“A death sentence. Would you like it if Red Tail had died?”

“… No. Not to that extent.”

I hesitated for a moment before answering. Honestly, it was hard to just think of them as something fake. They were also people I created.

My heart went into every sentence I wrote, so I hoped everything would end well without anyone dying. That was my only goal.

“Hm?”

Zeno raised his eyebrows as if he had heard something surprising.

“Why?”

“I don’t know either. But I want to rip that red hair off without leaving anything behind. Like your hair. Will you let me do that here?”

Though I returned to my original position as if I had never those words loaded with animosity. He suddenly laughed, dumbfounded.

“I’m scared. I think it would be better to say that I would rather die a gruesome death.”

“Ah, that’s right. Hey.”

I clasped my hands together. For a moment, I remembered something very wonderful.

Others might find it suspicious because they’ve seen me all this time, but wouldn’t he be okay? He hadn’t had a chance to know Celina.

“What is it?”

“You apologized to me, right?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“That was sincere, right?”

“Yes, it was. I’m really sorry.”

Zeno nodded gently.

“Then, do me a favor as an apology.”

“A favor? What is it?”

“Do you know how to dance? Will you dance with me?”

“What are you…?”

He looked shocked for a moment. The main villain’s ridiculous appearance. It was such a difficult thing to see. I burst into laughter like I was having a seizure.

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s nothing weird.”

“It looks weird enough.”

He narrowed his eyes and stepped back, seeming doubtful.

“I have a bit of a personal situation. First of all, just say yes or no. You know how to dance, don’t you?”

“I know.”

“Oh, good. Then, let’s work together for a moment.”

I held out my hand casually.

“Ah. Seriously…”

‘What kind of woman is this?’

Zeno’s remaining eye was definitely saying that. But the dance I was going to dance on Ingrit’s birthday was really important.

It could be said that it was the beginning of my proper external activities, and that if I made a mistake there, I would have trouble in the future, be it in socializing or be it in surviving. And I didn’t want to be scolded by Elijah either.

So, I could never get humiliated.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to grab my hand?”

“Of course, I’m not going to grab your hand.”

He replied with a tone of absurdity.

“Didn’t you feel sorry for me? I was really on the brink of death. I was really hurt at that time. Because your goddamn subordinate decided to dig a hole in my fragile stomach with her cursed knife.”

I clearly saw Zeno frowning for a moment when I said ‘dig a hole’.

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