I Became the Villain's Trainer-Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Alexa had a look of resignation. The attending doctor said that there was no need to worry.

“Alexa was born small by nature, so we can’t do anything about it.”

“Ahem,” Visten deliberately cleared his throat and said, “It’s alright. Alexa is cute after all.”

In fact, Alexa wasn’t considered pretty according to the wolves’ standards. The taller, bigger body, and stronger – those were the beauty standards in Thersion. Alexa didn’t fit in any of those criteria, so Visten’s comment was meant to comfort Alexa.

“Of course. Alexa is fine as she is now,” Violeta agreed.

“As long as she’s healthy... that’s enough.”

“Alexa, you’re perfect as you are now.”

Carlisle and Essellia also comforted Alexa. She hadn’t bothered herself with this, but their reactions made her feel sad. She already felt miserable for her upset stomach, but she felt even so receiving sympathy for something trivial.

Alexa buried her face on the pillow. But it seems like her reaction was interpreted as Alexa being upset. Visten used the gentlest voice he could muster and tried to soothe her.

“Alexa, are you feeling better now? I heard that a new boutique opened up this week. Would you like to go out and take a look?”

“My, why bother going out? Alexa, why don’t we call the Madame to the castle and have her make you a new dress? She’s introduced a lot of lace designs.”

“Get her new shoes as well.”

“Should we buy the boutique for her?”

Alexa burst into laughter. She was reminded of her life as Han Yu-hee. When her parents were still alive, she felt like in a cozy cradle. When she came home crying because something bad happened at school, she remembered how her father would buy her a cake, and her mother lovingly calling her ‘Yu-hee’ while preparing a table filled with her favorite food.

That love she suddenly lost.

“I’m really fine. I like the way I am. I don’t even think I’m that short.”

The adults looked at each other.

“Okay, that would be enough.”

Carlisle put an end to that conversation. What was there to worry about when Alexa herself said she’s okay? In fact, they were more worried that Alexa was stuck between Terrun and Ysildus. Since Alexa was smaller than them, the adults were worried.

If Alexa wasn’t hurt because of it, then what could be the problem? Carlisle cleared his throat and awkwardly patted Alexa’s head.

“I made you uncomfortable with unnecessary worries. Ahem, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Thank you for worrying about me.”

And with that, the long-standing debate over Alexa’s height came to an end.

* * *

Thanks to her severe indigestion, Alexa had to cancel her afternoon plans to go out. She spent a long time lazing around in her room like a sloth. Isildus and Terun spent the day by her side, enjoying naps. However, she wasn’t completely idle. She read books and occasionally sat on the balcony to watch the outside world.

Perhaps because of this restful day, Alexa realized that her indigestion had completely gone away. As she was about to end her day with a light, easily digestible soup late in the evening.

Terrun had already returned to his place, leaving only Ysildus to head back to his assigned bedroom. Since taking on human form, Ysildus had been sleeping in his own room, but tonight, he lingered, not leaving.

“Ysildus? Are you not going?”

Ysildus shook his head in response.

“No.”

“Why? You’re not sleepy?”

“I want to sleep with you.”

Ysildus grumbled and then lay down next to Alexa. She burrowed under her thin arm and nestled her face against Alexa’s side.

“I used to sleep with you. You told me to remember everything so I did. But why can’t we sleep together? Have you changed?”

Ysildus asked with a puzzled look. With his endlessly melancholic expression, Alexa parted her lips in astonishment.

“Th, that’s...”

Before Ysildus became a human, they used to sleep together, even though she knew that Ysildus wasn’t really a puppy but a ‘werewolf’. Ysildus asked Alexa again.

“Do you not like me in my human form?”

“No... why would I not like you!”

“Then why won’t you sleep with me?”

Ysildus lowered his eyes sadly while hugging Alexa in his arms. She felt his warm breath disperse, muffled by the blanket.

‘He’s sulking...’

His action only made it evident. Alexa patted Ysildus’s head. Come to think of it, Ysildus is the same person as that mischievous puppy. It’s not strange for him to react this way.

‘He might feel that I’ve suddenly changed.’

Ysildus’s intelligence is probably still at a child’s level. He hasn’t fully awakened, so his development must also be incomplete. Considering all this, Alexa spoke in a soothing voice, feeling sorry.

“Ysildus have grown bigger now. It would be uncomfortable to sleep together.”

“Are you uncomfortable with me?”

“It’s not like that... aren’t you uncomfortable? Ysildus had grown taller. Wouldn’t it be more comfortable for you to sleep in your bed than in the same bed with me?”

“No, I love to sleep beside you.”

Alexa had no choice but to give up the space next to her. She thought it would be better to sleep together today and leave the matter to the adults tomorrow rather than struggle to convince Ysildus. She believed that Essellia could explain more adeptly why the two of them shouldn’t sleep together.

“Alright, come here. Stop sulking.”

Ysildus slightly raised his head. He smiled happily – a sweet smile that seemed to melt Alexa’s heart. Alexa rubbed Ysildus’ head.

“You’re Ysu, after all.”

So cute. Alexa hugged Ysildus’ head tightly because he looked like the cute baby wolf beyond him.

* * *

Taking advantage of the cover of darkness, Girion opened the door to the mercenary guild. This was the most notorious and dangerous mercenary group, known for its terrible reputation. What the Emperor demanded from Girion this time was “Thersion’s future”. To put it simply, he was asked to bring back the head of Thersion’s heir. By assigning this mission to Girion, the Emperor essentially gave him the green light to use any dirty trick necessary. Girion grinned maliciously.

“Hey! Girion!”

“Been a while. I see you’ve been handling some cash. Grease oozes out of your face.”

“It’s you. What kind of rope are you holding now that you’re looking better everyday?”

“That’s a secret! Don’t want to risk losing my rope, do I?”

(T/N: ‘Grease oozes out of the face’ [얼굴에 기름이 흐르다] means that someone looks well-fed, compared to someone who had nothing to eat.)

After exchanging some pleasantries, Girion took a seat at the bar. The way to commission work from the mercenary guild was through drinks. For the most dangerous and high-paying jobs, you’d order vodka; for medium-risk jobs, whiskey; and for easier tasks, cocktails.

“The most expensive vodka.”

“My, there’s only one guy left.”

The bartender muttered in distress. Only one mercenary would receive this kind of commission.

“Only one?”

“Yes, one, but he’s a bit temperamental. Will you be accompanying him this time?”

“Of course. I have to check. My client prefers things to be definite and clear.”

The bartender snorted.

“Well, it’ll be fine. He’s the type who likes to act alone.”

The bartender slid open the display case and, as if casually going inside to chat, emerged with a small, scruffy-haired guy in tow.

“... That guy?”

“He’s the ace of our mercenary group. He’s never failed a mission.”

Beyond the messy red locks, piercing blue eyes gleamed with an unnerving intensity. Despite his small stature, the aura of ferocity emanating from him was chilling, sending shivers down Girion’s spine. It was the gaze of one who knew the taste of blood. Girion couldn’t help but rub the back of his neck, where goosebumps had risen in response to the unsettling stare.

“I like the look in his eyes.”

“His skills are even better. Even if this guy looks like this, he’s from the Red Clan.”

“Red Clan?”

“Oh, you don’t know? That clan that was cursed by the wolf god.”

“I don’t know about those old stories.”

“It’s a good story. Anyway, the Red Clan is mixed with the Thersion’s blood, so their strength is quite impressive.”

“Good for them.”

Girion placed three pouches of gold on the bar. The large amount indicated that this job came with significant risk. The bartender nodded subtly at the scruffy-haired man, a silent question of whether he would accept. Without hesitation, the scruffy-haired man grabbed all three pouches.

“He’s taking the job.”

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And so the deal was made.