Chapter 20: Chapter 18: Maybe I Want To Be An Idiot Too

In the evening, a girl lay in bed and hugged a pillow. She had been reunited with her beloved but still couldn’t spend time with him since he had to report back to the guild and discuss things with his party.

Alum had given her his access key and told her that she could wait in his room. Amethely had been waiting for him the whole time. She was initially very nervous about being alone in his room as she had never been here without him. 

She gradually became accustomed to the fuzzy feeling which had calmed her nerves. She couldn’t wait for Alum to come back. After all, he had promised her to spend the upcoming weekend together and go on a date! And tonight would be when they planned it. 

She summoned Depth Cutter from the ring using the key instruction given by Alum and looked at the blade. It protected her beloved during the journey, and she could feel his mana through the sword. 

Amethely unsheathed it and looked at the beautiful blade leaking his mana. This presence alone made her happy and relaxed. She felt her eyelids getting heavy and sheathed the sword, hugged it, and fell asleep in the comfort of his mana. 

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Walking down the streets filled with people, Alum could see their happy faces and joyous smiles. He began thinking about how different it is compared to the outside as there were so much suffering and monsters lurking in the shadows. 

Looking up and seeing the orange sky and reflected back on his journey. For him, killing was something he had never really considered, but when it came down to it, he didn’t hesitate at all. 

They were the worst of scum, and he had no remorse about putting an end to them. But he was scared. Is he going to become who he used to be? Is it acceptable as long as he has something to resent? Or is this case worse? He doesn’t know.

Ever since he began to like the world and what it has. He started enjoying the small things, making friends, and adding colors to that world. He was afraid of being the one to paint it gray. 

Ever since he met Noel, he could feel anger. He who wasn’t bothered by anything or frustrated became irritated and angry. He could feel lonely and looked forward to the times he spent with Noel. He felt happy about the stupid things Noel would come up with and the things they would do together. 

Thinking about the fond memories, Alum takes deep breaths and decides that this isn’t the place to think about it. In respect of his friend who helped him paint his world, he promised himself to keep adding more colors to it. 

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Watching the ocean and taking in the air, everything is still. My world is monochrome, and the emotions I once had have all but faded. 

It was empty, and I would spend my days like this. Sitting on this bench and watch over the ocean as I read a book. It’s quiet, and I don’t even remember what I did during the days. Or maybe I do, but it's all the same, and nothing changed. 

One day, a strange guy sat next to me, he began talking a lot, but I couldn’t remember what he said. I did not care. And the days would continue like this. 

He would always try to get a response from me and ask me a bunch of questions, and I didn’t bother to answer him and thought he would just stop at one point. But he never did. I felt irritated and finally spoke. 

“The answer is wrong, and that's not how the formula works.” 

I answered his question. This should shut him up, right? But that was not the case, his eyes widened, and he later smiled and began to barrage me with more questions. Sighing and having regretted answering one of his questions, I realized I had dug myself a deeper hole.

“Oh? That is the first time you sighed!” He said with a smile. 

I could not understand. Why would you express happiness when the other party was clearly irritated? What a strange guy. 

Days would continue like this, and the season had changed. Looking over the frozen landscape and flipping the pages with this annoying person beside me, I had enough. Lashing out and expressing my dissatisfaction, I yelled. 

He looked at me with sad eyes, got up, and walked away silently with his head hanging. I, for some reason, feel regret for having done that. I wasn’t sure myself. Was it because I lost my temper? Or was it because I felt lonely? 

I guess I won't be seeing him from now on. The next day, he did not show up, nor the day after that. Finally, some time for myself…. Why? When he is gone, and I finally get some peace and quiet, I can’t help but feel a sense of longing. 

“A week has passed, and he isn't coming back; finally, some peace and quiet.”

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No… that's not it. I… as I was in deep thought, someone sat down beside me. I looked over only to see the guy who hadn’t been here for a week. 

“Missed me?” he said with a big grin on his face. 

“Why would I? It’s been rather peaceful without you.” I replied 

“Haha, sorry! I caught a cold.” He said while laughing it off. 

“I thought idiots don’t catch colds,” I said, something I've heard before. 

“What! How to mean! I got into this school, you know? There is no way I’m an Idiot!” He retorted back. 

He handed me a drink, and it was warm. From the looks of it, it was canned coffee, and I’ve never had coffee before and took it without thinking deeply about it. 

“Thanks,” I said. 

“No worries! Now, none of us will catch a cold again,” He said and gave me a bright smile. 

“... You’re probably the only idiot exception to the rule,” I said softly.

Unsure what kind of face I made, he looked at me, dropped his can, and spilled coffee all over the white snow. He looked speechless and stared at me. What? Did I have something on my face? 

And ever since that day, he would drag me to different places. Places I’ve never been to and slowly adding colors to my world. He was an idiot that bought me sweets. He was the idiot who climbed a tree to rescue a cat, only to fall down and hurt himself. He was an idiot who was always cheerful. Maybe. Just maybe I should become one too…

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It's been a long day, and Alum has finally returned to his room. He had told Ame that she could wait for him here but was unsure if she would still be here after such a long time. Opening the door, he saw her sleeping. 

She held onto his blade and hugged it, and the whole room was lit in orange light as he could hear her breathing softly. He approached the sleeping Ame and sat down on the bed. And looked at her sleeping peacefully and gently moved some of the hair covering her face. 

She was adorable and precious. Now in his world. She had brought him so many new experiences and feelings. He felt a different kind of warmth when he was with her. He felt shy and awkward at times. His mind was full of her; it was almost scary.  

Sensing Alum’s presence, Amehtely slowly opened her eyes. She saw Alum, her beloved. He smiled softly as his hand was on her cheek, caressing it gently. She held his hand, snuggled it, and felt embarrassed when she realized what she was doing. 

She looked at him with a flushed face, she wanted to be pampered, and she wanted him to embrace her. But, he was the one that needed to be pampered. Amethely pulled him down on the bed burying his face in her chest. She strokes his hair. 

After pampering him, she wanted him to spoil her, listen to her selfishness and embrace her. She wanted him only to look at her and temporarily forget the bad things. 

“Kiss me,” Amethely said, looking at Alum. Even when the sun's golden glow shone brightly through the room, he could still see her flushed face requesting a kiss from him. Fulfilling her request, their foreheads touched as he looked into her beautiful eyes. 

“I love you,” saying words of love. He kissed her.

After the kiss, not yet fully satisfied, Amehtely looked at him, putting her arms around him.

“I love you more,” Amethely said as she kissed him. 

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