After Resignation, I Refuse the Obsession from the Male Leads

Chapter 34



I exclaimed in disbelief. 

 “Right! Didn’t she have to live as a celibate?” 

 “Well, when you’re young, don’t you have a lot of passion? She might have had a passionate relationship, right?” 

 “Goodness, isn’t this a mess?” 

 “Ahem, ahem.” 

 Priest Lumière blushed but clasped his hands together as if in prayer. 

 “But the wave pattern can’t be wrong. This is a miracle, Miss Lowell!” 

 “Aaa…” 

 “That’s right, you must be happy to know your lineage!” 

 Not at all! Not at all happy! 

 I’ve already been dragged into this mess and am working like crazy, but I originally had no desire for honor. 

 I had been waiting for the day I could quit, leaving behind all these annoying responsibilities, and now this is what hits me out of nowhere? 

 ‘No matter how I look at it, only exhausting tasks seem to be waiting for me.’

 Wait, no way…

 The kidnapper went crazy when he saw me, and it wasn’t just because the ‘power to see the core’ was divine power. 

 “Excuse me, Priest. If, just if, I really am the descendant of the Saint…” 

 “It’s almost a 99.7% chance, yes.”

 “…Could it be that I also have the power to purify dark magic?” 

 “….”

 Priest Lumière met my trembling gaze and didn’t speak. 

 Instead, he closed his eyes reverently and began to pray.

 Even knelt down in front of me.

 Lately, it feels like the knees of the characters in romance fantasy novels have become remarkably cheap.

 “Oh, God.”

 “Priest. Wait a minute.”

 “Please bestow upon her the perfect blessing of awakening… To witness the birth of a new Saintess with my own eyes!” 

 “Ahhhh!”

 Is this the response of a passive person’s aggression? 

 I looked at the two who were watching this situation with bewildered eyes.

 The mastermind twirled his eyes and smiled prettily. 

 “You are the greatest and most powerful talent in this world.”

 “….”

 “I’ll say it again, I truly welcome you.” 

 This damn mastermind? Saying things so nicely? 

 

‘Isn’t the shitty situation not getting any better?’

 At that moment, Priest Lumière, who had been pacing anxiously, raised his hand. 

 “W, wait a moment! At this point, it seems that Miss Layla Lowell is someone we must take with us!” 

 Priest Lumière glanced back and forth between me and the others, his face nearly on the verge of tears as he spoke. 

 “Don’t you know how dangerous the temple’s existence is? And in this situation, if Miss Lowell were to show up…!” 

 “Wait.” 

 The male lead interrupted Priest Lumière’s tearful appeal.

 “Lowell, what do you want to do?”

 “Yes…?”

 “Because now that it’s confirmed that you’re a member of the temple bloodline, you have the right to change your residence.”

 “Ah.” 

 My eyes widened at those words.

 The orphanage I was in had disappeared.

 The children had moved to other places, except for a few who were adopted into good homes.

 But I couldn’t just stay there.

 I’m already an adult.

 ‘Right now, the imperial palace dormitory can’t exactly be called a home.’

 But living in the temple?

 And now?

 ‘Absolutely not.’

 Only then did I come to my senses.

 ‘There are two major incidents, and there are so many other things to resolve!’

 The plan to disband the BM-RP Department was still ongoing, and to gather information, it was best to prioritize establishing a foothold here first.  

 So, I looked at the tearful Priest Lumière with pity. 

 “Please don’t cry, Priest.”

 “Miss Lowell, no, Saintess…” 

 “Ahem, please don’t call me that just yet.” 

 I lack the resistance to magic. 

 Above all, strangely, I had the instinctive feeling that hives were starting to form. 

 Let’s make a reasonable excuse first. 

 “I still have a lot to learn in this department, and I want to do my job properly. So, I want to stay in the palace.” 

 “Aah, I didn’t expect you to be so responsible.” 

 The Priest whispered regretfully, wiping away his tears. 

 “I sincerely hope you achieve everything you desire. Once things settle, I will come to bring you!” 

 “Thank you, Priest.” 

 I’m sorry, it’s all a lie.

 I’ll run away to the beach once everything’s settled! 

 * * * 

 After getting a confidentiality agreement signed by Priest Lumière. 

 I was once again confronted with shocking news. 

 “Senior… Is this real?”

 “Yeah.” 

 I looked at the male lead with a soulless face. 

 “What do you mean you’re protecting me even on the weekends? Don’t we already commute together?” 

 “That’s not enough.”

 The male lead stared at me with firm determination and shining eyes. 

 “I’ll be escorting you for a while, Lowell.”

 Once it was revealed that I was a descendant of the Saint’s forbidden love (?), it was concluded that I would need protection. 

 But the male lead is the one who is escorting me? 

 “Having someone else assigned to me…” 

 “It’s more efficient for me, as your mentor, to do it.” 

 Thinking about it again, why does the meaning of ‘mentor’ in this world seem so strange?  

 I’ve heard that in the world of romance fantasy, princesses and duchesses are guarded by knights.

 But the protection of a mentor?

 From the beginning, were ‘mentor’ and ‘protection’ even words that were related?

 At that moment, an unexpected voice was heard.

 “…Wait a moment. I’ll join you as well.”

 The one who spoke up was Seamus, who had been silently sitting until now. 

 I was so shocked by the situation that I didn’t have the energy to care about what he was thinking…

 Aren’t the male lead and I just having a discussion on our own?

 “I will also join in escorting Lowell, senior.” 

 “Hmm? You too?”

 “Yes. The more people the better, right?”

 “That’s… true. Is working on the weekends okay?”

 “Yes.” 

 Is working on… the weekends okay?

 No, more than that, the fact that he’s willing to waste his weekend following me—is he out of his mind? 

 ‘Is this kid a pervert?’

 I finally came to my senses and shouted.

 “Wait a minute! Hold on, Seamus, why? Why are you volunteering for weekend shifts?” 

 “I told you. I’m observing you.” 

 I asked in a trembling voice. 

 “You meet me at 8:30 in the morning and come to the office together, right?” 

 “I know.”

 “After that, we’re usually together until 6:00 in the evening, right?”

 

“When we work overtime until 10 PM, we go back to the dorm together and part ways at 10:30. We’ve had overtime twice a week recently.” 

 “….” 

 What more is there to observe from that…? 

 I don’t know what nonsense he’s talking about when we spend more time together than with family. 

 But Seamus stubbornly insisted.

 “Now that there’s new information about you, it’s worth watching you more closely. And you haven’t forgotten the reward for the favor I did for you, have you?”

 “Ugh. Ah…” 

 I remember the words I heard when I tried to bring down Arthur Featherstone in the past.

 [When you’re at the palace, stay with me. I want to observe you.] I didn’t know that the observation would go this far.

 ‘You’re crazy.’

 Talking to a madman would only hurt my own mouth. 

 Clap, clap.

And on top of that, the sound of the mastermind’s clapping reached its peak. 

 “Wow. I’m so glad you two are being so proactive?”

 “Minister…!”

 “Alright, everyone. Let’s make sure we mark our precious Lowell without any gaps.” 

 Then the mastermind gave me a sly wink. 

 “Before Miss Lowell becomes the Saintess and forgets about us, let’s make sure to leave a lasting impression.” 

 I see how they’re teasing me indirectly… 

 So, my daily life began with the main lead and the sub-male character sticking to me, even on weekends and outings. 

 That night.

 I sprawled out on my dormitory bed and muttered to myself.

 “What on earth is going on?” 

 The more I recalled the conversation between the male lead and Seamus, the more absurd it seemed, and I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. 

 [Then, I’ll take full responsibility for Lowell on Saturday.] [Do you mean the whole day? How about we switch shifts starting from 4 PM instead?]  [Hmm… Yeah, it would be good to strengthen security during the overlapping hours. When it’s your turn, make sure to report every two hours.] [Yes.] Yes? Why does the situation end so neatly with just a ‘yes’? 

 Well, I’ll keep my mouth shut because it’s scary to think that someone was watching me through Henry!

 ‘This isn’t even a romance plot or anything.’

 It’s not even the obsession of the male leads.

 The obsession I’ve seen in novels didn’t have a reporting system like this, broken down by hours. 

 This is like an office apocalypse, where even after escaping the office, there’s no such thing as leaving work… 

 But instead of grumbling, I decided to focus on more constructive matters. 

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