Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 50.1
Chapter 50.1
“Learn mage. It’s nothing special when you become a mage.”
It seemed that he had changed his strategy after all—to take advantage of her fear by creating an atmosphere of terror.
“I’ll teach you well.”
At the insane smile on his lips, she wanted to cry.
‘Ugh… Rob…’
As her breath grew shorter, she unconsciously began to search for Robert in her heart.
That was when…
“Izel. I came… huh?”
The expression of Robert, who had been briskly entering through the wide-open door, hardened instantly. As soon as he appeared, Gerald, who had retracted his mana as if he had sensed it, stuck out his tongue as if he didn’t know anything.
But it was already too late.
“What are you doing?”
Robert said in a low voice. The extreme attitude he had shown before had vanished without a trace.
Gerald twitched one eyebrow.
“Are you being disrespectful?”
“What do you know.”
“Hic! Hic!”
Robert’s hostility grew stronger as he watched Izeline, who was startled and hiccuping repeatedly. His red eyes blazed fiercely.
“If you touch Izel, you’re no longer my teacher.”
“This crazy boy…?”
“Die―!”
“Hey! Stop it!”
“What are you doing in my bookstore―!”
Grosh shouted as he watched Robert swinging his sword and Gerald blocking it with magic, causing a whirlwind.
However, the two didn’t stop.
The bookstore was in an uproar like never before. Oren, who was watching the commotion from a distance, chuckled as if he was having the time of his life. Michael shook his head in amazement at the sight.
It seemed that Robert’s attitude towards his teacher was very much to his liking.
* * *
The hot sun had set, and the season had returned when the cold enveloped the skin. Robert, who had been silently gazing at the full moon brightly illuminating the night sky, leaned back against the window sill. His calm eyes followed the constellations.
Soon, the year would change, and his birthday would pass.
‘Why is there such a thing as age?’
Although he had never attached any great significance to the date of his birth, he especially hoped that his birthday would not come this time. He was anxious. It was because his father was as quiet as the calm before a storm.
He must be preparing something behind the scenes….
Just then, Robert was drawn out of his reverie by the sight of something flying among the stars. He got up from the window sill and opened the window, and cold air rushed in like a flood.
“You’ve come.”
A breath came out from between his lips and then scattered like a mirage.
A bird fluttered its wings and landed on Robert’s outstretched arm.
It was a pigeon sent by Camry.
Robert gently stroked the body of the bird with black dots and then pulled the paper tied to its leg. When he unfolded the crumpled paper, something was written inside the small note. Robert read it with an indifferent look and groaned as if lost in thought.
“Hmm…”
Was there still a long way to go?
“The information level is a bit low.”
Camry, who had gotten a job on one summer day, had been diligently going to work at the information guild. Kirscha had taught him how to handle pigeons, the disguise techniques he needed to have as a guild member, and so on.
Thanks to this, Robert and Camry were able to practice exchanging information through pigeons while maintaining a plausible appearance. In fact, what was written on the note was trivial information that Camry had obtained through the information guild.
Of course, Kirscha knew all about this.
She was tacitly approving, though. No, more than tacitly approving, she was training Camry to the best of her ability so that he could grow into a capable guild member.
“She’s a strange woman.”
Robert tilted his head as if he didn’t like it and threw the note on the table with a thud.
It was an action that would have made Camry, who was working hard every moment, thinking that he was going to die if the guild leader knew, shedding tears, saying, ‘Why did you do that…’
“He’ll get better gradually.”
He leaned back in his chair as if he were tired, watching the information that was at the level of a child’s play.
Kirscha would have been keeping the really important information under tight security so that it wouldn’t leak out either. But if Camry could manage to get that out, he would truly become a skilled person.
Anyway, that was a story for the distant future.
Robert opened his eyes quietly and muttered softly.
“The teacher was wrong.”
Gerald had said that information was money. However, what Robert had realized was different.
“Information is money, power, and authority.”
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