Chapter 62
The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration
Translator: Yonnee
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We soon moved to a different place.
There were no other people in that garden, but just in case, we headed towards a place that was less likely for people to go to.
The topic of our conversation needed to be kept of utmost secrecy, so we had to be extra careful.
We eventually arrived at the trail behind the lateral mansion. Itâs the same path that led to the clearing where Cassion regularly trained.
The tops of our heads were being shined down upon by the blazing sun.
However, as we entered the trail, the shadows blocked the sun.
A gentle breeze, blowing in from an unknown place, tickled the leaves.
That wind brushed past one, twice, three times through the trees and birds, gradually becoming stronger.
Until the point where the breeze gave off a cool, refreshing feeling as it finally reached us.
Shwaaaâ
The wind sounded like the oceanâs waves.
With the sound of the wind accompanying us like a friend, we walked silently side by side, saying nothing at all until the entrance of the forest was far out of sight.
âDo you think heâs been provoked properly just as planned?â
Cassion nodded, then replied.
Though he still seemed displeased.
âBut rather than that, I should have been the one who did it.â
His voice, too, still held a semblance of hostility.
Without a word, I just stared at him for a moment, then soon answered as I shrugged.
âDonât you think that might have been less effective though? A guy like that would shake greedily when a gold bar is being dangled right in front of his eyes, you know. If youâre the one who came forward, then you would have provoked only his anger, not his greed.â
I said nothing but the truth.
Whether or not he really had something to say back, Cassion stayed silent.
Our plan was to rouse Davidâs greed and make him more determined to âdo whatever trick there was to beat Cassionâ.
Right.
So consequently, for the sake of a landslide victory, David would be sure to pull out whatever underhanded, nasty tricks he had up his sleeve.
âI heard that he has a penchant for drugging his opponentsâ food.â
At any rate, it was cunning.
Just as much as his physique was large, so too was his shamelessness.
Weâre going to take full advantage of his cowardly methods.
The name of the game was, âFalling for my own schemeâ.
The inevitable conclusion was that he would be humiliated, would lose the match and weâd also catch him at his weakest.
Was there a plan more perfect than this?
Cassion remained silent for some time, thinking hard.
Once again, the breeze passed by amidst the silence.
As the green foliage shone beneath the sunâs rays, the fluttering of the leaves made the shadows beneath them dance beautifully.
Eventually, the manâs closed lips opened once more.
âBut I hate that you have to be looked at like that just because of me.â
Ta-dak, ta-dak. The sound of his footsteps was even.
Focusing on listening to those footsteps, I asked back.
âBecause of you?â
âIsnât it because of me that David was singled out as my opponent?â
âNo? Itâs because I got angry when he trash talked like that yesterday? Your opponent got selected in any case, so just give it your best shot.â
As I denied his guess, I chuckled lightheartedly, as though amused by a misstep.
At the same time, I glanced towards Cassionâs side profile.
Covered by the shadows, the man was motionless.
âShould I?â
âMmh. You should.â
A short question and a short answer had been exchanged. Cassion nodded slowly.
Then, one, two, three steps.
He strode forward in the same cadence as the sound of the passing breeze.
âI, again. I thought that you were trying to remove that label on me.â
To keep me from being mocked and looked down on.
Now, even the added whisper had a hint of laughter.
Though it didnât sound like genuine delight.
The footsteps stopped. Cassion had walked past me.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Just three steps.
Slowly, the man stopped there, three steps away from me. His back was wide.
Perhaps wider compared to when we first met.
Beneath the shadows, the hair that was supposed to be the shade of the dark blue evening sky, now looked completely black. His hair also was cut short before he entered the mansion, but now it was a little longer.
The breeze from who-knows-where blew once more, as gentle as a wildflower.
The man with dark hair slowly turned around.
And our eyes met.
âWhat, then am I really wrong?â
The question was repeated.
I could hear no laughter in his voice this time, but there was a smile on his lips. I stared at him for a moment before I nodded.
âNo. Youâre right.â
How paradoxical, maybe, but what spilled through my lips was whatâs truly wrong.
Truthfully, he was right about what he said.
I explained my plan to the three people yesterday.
Although I didnât elaborate on why I selected David as Cassionâs opponent.
Roughly speaking, itâs like an act of retribution against him for what he said at the training hall.
Diana and Logan seemed to believe this. However, that wasnât my true reason.
Regardless of whether he swore at me behind my back, I didnât care about getting even with him about that.
Iâm not such a petty person to do that. In the first place, this body wasnât mine and Iâm not really the one heâs talking shit about.
Even if more guys like him appeared in a truck and swore at me, it would be nothing but the background noise of dogs barking in my perspective.
Well. I did somehow get ticked off when he mentioned something about being a âcriminalâs daughterâ.
Anyway.
Indeed, the reason why I chose David as Cassionâs opponent was, as Cassion said, to quell the negative public opinion about him being my escort knight.
To be honest, since itâs true that Cassion entered the mansion and was about to get a high position through nepotism, itâs only natural that heâd be received negatively to some extent.
Right. The key words here were âto some extentâ.
As of this moment, heâs already being called âstreet ratâ, but itâs not like heâs being cursed at and harassed to the point that his human rights were being violated.
But if I donât nip it in the bud from the very beginning, everyone would look down at Cassion as being nothing more than a âstreet ratâ for as long as heâs living as Maxwell.
âI canât stand it.â
Even though Cassion didnât seem to care about this, while heâs living hereâ¦
At the very least, I want him to have a better life as Maxwell.
Not as a helpless man whoâs surrounded by enemies, but to live with a little peace of mind.
Of course, technically speaking, Cassion was still currently surrounded by enemies.
But, well, letâs set that aside for a moment.
Then, whatâs the best method to remove that âstreet ratâ label on him?
Whatâs the best way to rehabilitate the negative image of a parachute employee?
Honestly, whatâs happened, happened.
The fact that he entered this place through a route filled with more fortune than everyone elseâthis would not change.
Thatâs what could still be changed was other peopleâs opinion by demonstrating just how capable he actually was.
For example, to show results.
âIf I just picked a knight whoâs been in the knight order for less than two years, as Damian had suggested, it would definitely be a piece of cake for Cassion to win.â
But that would be all.
Itâs not such a feat to triumph over an easy opponent.
People would just say, âWell, who couldnât?â
They would look down on Cassionâs efforts and skills regardless and continue undermining him somehow.
However.
The leader of all the harassment.
The situation would be different if Cassion were to win over the person whoâs holding the most power right now.
It wouldnât be coincidence, neither would it be luck. A close fight would be shown, and then once he beats the one on topâ¦
âItâs only a matter of time until the othersâ opinions will change.â
Because, when faced with real talent, people will finally shut their mouths.
Thatâs why David was chosen.
He was at the center of the people against Cassion, and at the same time, he was the knight whoâs ranked at the top in terms of skill.
Besides that, it would be easy to catch his weak points because all this time, he has only been using âunderhanded tricksâ.
As long as there was a need to say âjust in caseâ, shouldnât all insurance be prepared beforehand?
Just like with Diana.
Anyhow, the requirements had been met in many ways here.
I didnât feel the need to explain all this to the others, so I just used the excuse of seeking vengeance for the trash talking that David did.
No. Perhaps itâs not because âI donât feel the needâ to do it.
âItâs just, because Cassion shouldnât be looked down on.â
I donât want the truth to be found out, is all.
But in any case, he noticed.
He knew whatâs going on.
What a strange guy, Cassion was.
He looked like heâs a bit dense, but at the same time seemed to be a pure person who would hold out his heart on his sleeve.
Sometimes, that innocent face would just strike me so sharply.
Itâs really all too strange.
Itâs amazing. And also frightening.
He kept seeing through me, kept being so aware of me.
At the end of the day, Iâm even afraid he might notice that Iâm a different person beneath this shell.
Being found out to be a fake by someone whoâs close to me would only be troublesome to me.
âKatie was about to die back then, so it didnât matter, but hereâ¦â
Cassion cannot die.
I lifted the corners of my lips.
A perfect arc.
Because I had been wearing only the shell of other people for a while now, this mask was familiar.
So, donât look inside any more than this.
One, two, three steps.
I walked forward and stood next to Cassion. Like lamps, his black eyes followed my movements.
âItâs good that youâre quick-witted, but donât try to read into things too much.â
Hearing what I said, Cassionâs expression grew blank.
âWhat?â
His voice was full of questions, but all I did was walk past him.
* * *
Leaving behind the subdued atmosphere of that moment, we walked side by side again and continued our earlier conversation.
âDoes it bother you that youâre going to have a match with David? Just in case, thereâs also the second bestâbut you know, just as what heâs called, heâs just the second best.â
As though the air around them had never grown somber, their conversation felt the same as the usual.
âI have to go against him. Of course I will.â
And when Cassion answered, it seemed like there was a glint in his eyes.
This was a satisfactory response.
Even if he was faced with a more skillful opponent, it wouldnât be good to tuck oneâs tail before trying.
âAlright. Even if you lose, donât worry. If the situation doesnât permit you winning, then we can just switch over to Plan B. But you know, youâre going to win anyway.â
ââ¦Plan Bâ¦â¦â
âWell, frankly speaking, I think you can win at the level youâre at now.â
âYou believe in me?â
The question seemed to just want me to repeat what Iâve said.
As if he just wanted to hear me say, âYes.â
Raising one eyebrow slightly, I nodded.
âYes. I believe in you.â
It was a firm answer.
After hearing this confirmation, the look in the manâs eyes relaxed. With his eyes now curved, he looked very happy with this.
How silly.
Pushing down the urge to smile as well, I spoke instead.
âIf you have to, you can use magic too, just donât get caught. No one should know that youâre a mage, so do it secretly.â
I was being serious, but I heard a sigh from him beside me.
âAre you talking about that from last time? The ã Practical Magic Spells to Use During an Actual Fight That No One Would Notice ã?â
âYep, that one. Did you practice?â
Even as I waited, there was no answer.
A stiff expression and a blank gaze. Silence.
His reaction was enough of an answer for me, and this time, I couldnât hold back my laughter.