The Villain Wants to Change Genres – Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Earlier, I was too shocked to think properly, but looking back, I couldn’t dismiss it as a simple dream. I’ve had such strange dreams before.

However, back then, I was only affected by the fake emotions. I didn’t feel completely like “myself.” I could still separate the dream me from the real me.

But this time was different. I sank deeper and deeper, and until I heard Luwen’s voice, I couldn’t distinguish between the fake me and myself. He was me.

It’s hard to accept rationally, but maybe this…

“No, you can’t.”

Startled by the sudden voice, I turned my head. A much more mature Luwen, dressed in a black long coat, walked towards me with the sound of his shoes clicking.

The space in my room distorted, mixing with my past life in the modern world.

‘…The man I talked to at the Han River.’

That was Luwen.

What? How could Luwen appear in my past life? No, more importantly, how is he in front of me now?

“You must leave it behind.”

“What are you saying? Are you really Luwen?”

“Believe the information written in the book I gave you. And I hope you’ll leave behind the memories that are interfering with you.”

So it was…

Memories that interfere with me. I wonder if there could be a more appropriate expression. If the bizarre dream I had wasn’t fake but a true memory, then the future I read in the book can’t be fully trusted. In the book, I was already dead during the war, but in my memories, I was alive.

Moreover, my relationship with Luwen… anyway. The past we’ve already been through matched the contents of the book. Only one thing was different: the timing of my father’s poisoning.

It might be difficult to verify because I changed the things Luwen was supposed to go through, but the problem was that there was already clearly incorrect information. So now I had to consider what was real and what was fake.

“The treasure could only be used once. I saw countless worlds for that one chance. Please trust me. It’s right to leave the memories behind.”

Luwen reached out to me. The touch of his hand caressing my cheek was gentle. It was a familiar touch. Too familiar.

“You’re warm.”

“…Of course, I’m alive.”

The Luwen in front of me smiled faintly. It was such a bitter smile that I unconsciously reached out my hand.

Just before my hand touched him-

“I envy him.”

Despite his sorrowful voice, he pushed me away with a firm hand. There was nothing beneath my feet. Shimmering heat haze poured out from me as I fell.

It was my name. The name “Fei Vinter” that Luwen called.

So was it not the real Luwen who called me?

* * *

A terrible noise seemed to occupy my eardrums, making a buzzing sound. Because of it, my head felt like it was about to split. It was hard to grasp the situation. My vision was blurry, and my cheeks were wet.

Why on earth did I cry… And why is Luwen like that?

Luwen was examining my complexion with a very serious face. I just… slept, that’s all.

Clearly, I headed to the central dormitory with Luwen. Unlike the department dormitories, this single-story dormitory looked more like a mountain lodge or a villa than a dormitory. Log cabins spaced at regular intervals were divided into one-story and two-story buildings, and we were assigned a two-story dormitory. Since there was only one room per floor, we decided that Luwen would use the first floor and I would use the second floor room.

I remember thinking it was fortunate to have some space to avoid each other.

‘And then what happened…’

Ah, I went to the 4-person dormitory. To tell my roommates that I had moved dormitories. Luwen followed me with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

The kids were disappointed, but since I had skipped a grade, it would have been difficult to attend the same classes anyway, so they congratulated me and wished me well. I also heard that Cadin’s younger sibling had recovered safely without any issues…

Then Alteo came looking for me. He seemed anxious about possible punishment. My roommates looked at Alteo with very cold eyes. Especially Nadian, who felt betrayed, showed the most changed attitude, but I managed to get Alteo out with my mediation.

Next, I took him to the student council. I appealed that Alteo had no malicious intent. That Adrian had originally spread confusing words, and the chairman just believed them. That the rumor had been distorted along the way, as rumors often are.

Given his sincere apology and the fact that I, the victim who now knew the truth, was personally defending Alteo, it should have an effect.

However, we couldn’t neglect the duties related to the position of representative for the 1st Prince’s welcome party, so to handle it definitively, I was going to meet with the three who had been Alteo’s henchmen.

‘Luwen said he would take care of the rest and asked me to leave it to him.’

‘I can handle it so that it concludes as Norman wishes.’

Since the student council president was also from the swordsmanship department, I judged that Luwen would handle it well and trusted him with it. Alteo quietly rebelled, asking how I could trust him, but what could the president do if I trusted Luwen?

‘And then…’

I returned to the dormitory alone after shaking off the troublesome Alteo. Unlike regular dormitories, there was a kitchen, so I looked around and found that cooking utensils were surprisingly well-equipped. Thinking I could make Korean food that Luwen likes, I was considering ingredients when… another inappropriate memory came to mind, so I hurriedly went up to my room.

After that, I think I diligently did image training. Originally, people tend to get used to stimuli, so I kept thinking and thinking…

‘I must have fallen asleep.’

At some point, my memory cut off abruptly.

‘Hmm. If I fell asleep while thinking about that morning, doesn’t that mean I’m okay now?’

As proof, I’m quite normal now. Well, I’m not in great shape, as if I had some bizarre dream, but my head just hurts; I don’t feel like biting my lips or anything.

“Young master, young master!”

“Ah…”

Anxious eyes were examining me. I must have been out of it. To think I was lost in thought in front of Luwen. I should have comforted him first, as he was worried.

“I’m sorry. I think I had some strange dream, so I was a bit dazed.”

“Really? But no matter how much I shook you, you just groaned and wouldn’t wake up at all.”

“Uh… I had no idea. You know I sometimes sleep deeply. I guess it was one of those times. But I happened to have a nightmare.”

It was a symptom that occurs when suffering from insomnia, so it didn’t really fit the current situation. I had been sleeping well thanks to Luwen. However, thinking it would be better to brush it off with a lie rather than making him unnecessarily worried, I smiled nonchalantly.

“Oh, by the way, in my dream…”

And to change the mood, I said with a mischievous smile.

“Luwen, you just…”

Huh? I opened my mouth confidently but then tilted my head. I think I saw Luwen, but maybe not.

“Me?”

“Yeah. You…”

I thought I saw black eyes identical to Luwen’s, filled with sadness. They looked so pained that I wanted to hug him. But… I can’t remember.

“I did what?”

“…Called me by name. Fei Vinter.”

My eyes stung with belated longing. Unable to hold back, even though I knew I shouldn’t cry, tears fell. I hurriedly rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, but Luwen stopped me.

“Were you sad that I called you by name?”

I don’t know when he got it, but he quickly pressed a soft cloth to my eyes.

“That’s not, sniff, not it…”

I’m so embarrassed. Why do I keep crying so shamelessly? At my age, should I be dreaming and crying like this? Especially when I can’t even remember. Look, even Luwen is no longer worried, he’s-

‘This guy is finding me cute again!’

Now I get it. When his eyes sparkle slightly and look amused, it means he finds me cute.

But I can’t even get angry about it. If I were him, seeing a grown adult sobbing over a nightmare, it would be one of two things. Someone I dislike would be disgusting, while someone I like would look cute.

‘…I guess it’s better than being disgusting.’

Though I can’t speak anyway because I’m trying to swallow my sobs.

“But you know, young master.”

“Uh, sniff, yes…”

“I did call your name. I said ‘Fei Vinter.'”

“…Really?”

“Yes. I felt I absolutely had to wake you up. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head vigorously.

So it really was Luwen. He called me when I was in the most trouble, when I desperately wanted it. He reached out to me when I needed it most. Although I can’t remember exactly what happened or why I was in trouble, I had a strange certainty.

If someone asked how I could be certain, I could only give a vague and uncertain answer that I just felt that way, but I didn’t want to forget this feeling of gratitude.

I diligently gathered the faint pieces of the dream and stored them in my heart. I also pressed down the lingering longing I didn’t want to forget. So that next time we meet, I can recognize it at once. So that I never forget again.

Honestly, I felt a bit unpleasant, as if something had been taken from me… but it still felt like something very precious. Something I would probably end up forgiving.

“Luwen.”

“Yes, young master.”

“Fei…”

“Pardon?”

“Call me Fei.”

Suddenly, I wanted to hear it one more time. Your voice calling my name. It felt like something might come back to me if I did.

Author: Hyacinthus B

Hyacinthus