Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 66.1
Chapter 66.1
Flutter, flutter.
A white dove flew in through the open window. Robert, accustomed to the bird’s arrival, extended his arm. He stroked the dove as it settled on his forearm, then untied and unfolded the paper secured to its leg.
A brief message, written in Camry’s hand, was inscribed on the small note, [ The Duke departed from Ernon. Expected arrival in two days. ]
His red eyes flickered.
Brioche’s visits to Souvri were rare, occurring perhaps once a year. He usually came to assess the children’s progress or check on Robert’s health, but this time felt different.
‘Could it be related to the Krug cure?’
Perhaps he was coming to discuss something with Gerald.
Robert unconsciously placed a hand over his heart. The excitement was difficult to contain. To be free from this wretched illness… Though the rumors of Krug being a demonic curse were just that—rumors—to him, it truly felt like a curse.
An incurable disease with an unknown cause and no known cure.
‘But I’m the first to be cured!’
He already felt as if his heart were cleansed. A giddy feeling kept bubbling up.
“I have to do something. I’m going crazy.”
A wide smile stretched across Robert’s face. He grabbed his sword, fearing he’d grin like a fool all day.
He needed to go to the training grounds and work off some of this restless energy.
“Should I ask Michael to spar?”
He considered it briefly, then shook his head. Michael would undoubtedly taunt him with his swift, darting blade, annoying him to no end.
“Instead, to help me focus…”
He’d work on the assignment Oren had given him.
Resolute, Robert strode down the hallway. As he descended the stairs and crossed the central hall, maids paused to curtsy, and the guards at the main entrance saluted sharply.
‘When did this start?’
When he was very young, the mansion staff and soldiers had avoided him, eager to treat him as if he were invisible. Yet, slowly, over several years, a change had blossomed around him.
“They like you.”
“…?”
“They’re nervous because they’re touching the young master they admire.”
Izeline’s words from last night’s dinner suddenly came to mind. He still couldn’t agree with the admiration part, but he couldn’t deny that the way the maids looked at him had changed. His chest swelled with emotion.
It felt as though the Krug had completely vanished. However, the memory of Izeline naturally led to the recollection of last night’s events, reminding Robert that the illness still plagued his heart.
The embarrassing memory quickened his blood, causing a painful tightening in his chest.
“Damn it.”
Muttering a curse under his breath as he stepped outside, Robert focused, readjusting the weave of his mana to match his heart’s condition. Tens of thousands of thin threads, seemingly tangled in chaos, unraveled and re-interlocked according to a profound, unseen pattern.
Something an ordinary person couldn’t even attempt. A few more days of this, and it would be over.
‘Swinging a sword all day should clear my head.’
Feeling his heart calm, Robert lowered his hand and hurried toward the training grounds. He hadn’t gone far when his steps faltered. Whoosh!
‘Huh?’
Just as he was about to round the building, something flashed past. An ordinary person might have dismissed it as a gust of wind, but not Robert, with his exceptional dynamic vision.
He tilted his head back and looked up.
‘Wasn’t that Master?’
If he wasn’t mistaken, it was definitely Oren. The question was, why was he sneaking around the mansion? Was he following someone?
Robert peeked around the side of the building but saw no one. He stood there, pondering what to do. His deliberation was short-lived. In the next instant, he channeled mana into his feet and leaped with astonishing height, landing on the roof.
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