I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 25

After a little while, a distant bell rang.

“Ah… it’s already that time…”

“Ah, you’ll be late for class if you don’t hurry.”

Fleck panicked. Was it really okay to still be here after the bell had rung? Back in the East, lateness was a serious offense, punished harshly.

His brows furrowed in worry as he looked up at Heliosphere.

“Lunch has been prepared. When I return, we’ll eat together. If you get thirsty, use this flask. If you get hungry, here are some pastries. No matter who comes, do not answer today, un erstood?”

But Heliosphere seemed to mistake Fleck’s anxious gaze as fear of being left behind. He gently stroked his head instead.

Being treated like a child left Fleck speechless. The willful part of him wanted to cry out, “More, more head pats!” and throw a fit.

“I–I understand. I’ll be waiting.”

Thus, Civil Official Fleck straightened his posture and succeeded in seeing him off with perfect manners.

“Be sure not to overexert yourself.”

Yet even so, Fleck felt dissatisfied at being reminded again. Watching Heliosphere’s retreating back, he resolved: This is the time to prove the skills I forged as a civil official on the Eastern Demon Territory Front. And with that, he set to work immediately.

The bell tolled a few more times in the distance.

By then, Fleck had finished entering all the materials Heliosphere had left on the desk. With a long exhale, he stretched.

Since these were the earliest records of the student council, the writing style and script were heavily old-fashioned, and in their own way, quite a formidable opponent.

But because all he had to do was transcribe them exactly into the record board, Fleck found the task fairly simple. If someone asked him to interpret the meaning and rewrite them in clearer form—that, he could never do.

Heliosphere seemed to understand this. He had explained that this was simply the nature of such documents. Fleck accepted the gap in their intellectual capacity with proper humility.

I can’t make sense of half this stuff… rambling on in circles for pages and pages.
Well, considering the writers had been a certain marquis family and members of the royal bloodline, it was no wonder their style was like that.

Whether or not these documents truly needed to be preserved for future generations was beyond Fleck’s jurisdiction. Surely, they must be important, he decided, and left it to Heliosphere, who could understand both the content and its historical significance.

“…Heh… kept you waiting, Fleck.”

“Eh? Ah! Uh, n–no, it’s fine, really!”

But it wasn’t fine at all.

Fleck had waited, and waited, until the flask and pastries were completely gone, but Heliosphere still hadn’t returned. In his boredom, he ended up sneaking into the chair behind the black desk and playing around.

The chair was wonderfully soft, carefully designed to support the lower back. Sitting in it, Fleck began to imagine what Heliosphere looked like when he worked here.

Reading documents with flawless composure, writing in beautiful script that flowed without effort, mastering the record board with ease…

Lost in such daydreams, Fleck had been grinning to himself when Heliosphere suddenly returned.

So no, it really wasn’t fine.

Fleck jumped up from the chair in a rush. He did make sure to steady himself with the desk so he wouldn’t fall, but— “Fleck, don’t stand up so suddenly.”

Heliosphere was instantly at his side, an arm around his waist to support him. Just like that, he guided Fleck over to the sofa for visitors. Fleck complied meekly—he didn’t want Heliosphere to scold him for playing around with the chair.