I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover

“Yes?”

“…”

Even after speaking out, Meyer hesitated and opened his lips without saying anything. I think there’s something he wants to say…

However, after a long time of consideration, Meyer shook his head heavily.

“Nevermind. Later… I’ll talk to you later.”

“Well… Please let me know whenever you feel comfortable.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

I had bigger worries about how to safely walk around with Fulgor’s Pumpkin than the words Meyer swallowed.

I pretended earlier that I didn’t need it, but I wanted to quickly use the new artifact that was given to me anyway because the human mind is a simple thing.

Just in time, there was a dungeon. I fiddled with the slick pumpkin in my hand and squeezed my brain.

I guess I’ll just have to hang it on a string and wear it around my waist for now? If I leave it to a blacksmith, it will cost quite a bit…

While I was so preoccupied, I belatedly realized that I had occupied my place for an useless long time.

Meyer would want to rest too.

I hurriedly stood up and added.

“Then, I’ve roughly changed the water inside the Black Knights, and Tragula has returned. I’ll take the kids around the dungeon after a few days.”

“Already?”

“What do you mean already? If you had the chance, you would go into the dungeon before me.”

I cut him off with a light chuckle, which was unlike Myanox, who had spent his life closing dungeons.

Perhaps too embarrassed to speak, Meyer fell silent. At the same time, he still seemed to have something to say.

It was the same earlier… They say that thirsty people dig wells, and I, who couldn’t stand Meyer’s behavior, asked openly.

“Anything you want to say? Did I make a mistake or…”

“No, that’s not it. I just…”

Meyer blurred his words. As he tilted his head, his handsome nose tilted slightly.

How serious the face was, even if I had to choose one out of two boxes each containing legendary artifacts and miscellaneous items, I wouldn’t be more serious.

Meyer opened his lips slowly.

His moderately sensuous lips opened and a deep sigh came out. It was a heavy breath as if embracing all the agony of the world.

He sighed quietly.

“…I want to tell you something, but it hasn’t been organized in my head yet.”

“What is it? You can just say it. I’ll understand it on my own.”

Frustrated, I urged Meyer. But he just shook his head, perhaps not satisfied.

“… No, go and be careful. Never get hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt. Anasta has joined us this time, and there are three priests in the unit.”

If anything, Julietta was incapable of healing others, but this was still a unit with adult-grade healers. The speed of healing might be faster than the speed of injury.

‘Now that there is Anasta, it seems that August does not have to follow, but…’

Just in time, I thought I would tell the story on the way the story came out, but Meyer’s condition was not very good now.

I feel like his head is complicated… It was a bit too much to be vice commander and add more worries to such a commander.

I’ve gotten used to August, and there’s no reason to refuse August.

If we leave him alone, he won’t be able to level up by attacking other dungeons anyway, but he’ll just be stuck in the monastery and do prayer and muscle exercises.

I decided not to say anything about August’s treatment.

“Then I’ll come and say hello before I go.”

“… Yeah.”

Meyer nodded.

His eyes seemed to be full of regret, but he didn’t say anything until the end, when I left the office.

He knew this would happen eventually.

Meyer’s teeth clenched as he came to the reality that even though he had guessed everything, he could not avoid it.

He had been against the idea of letting Tragula sit in the Black Knights while even holding the artifact from the beginning.

The artifact was something Meyer had been thinking of giving to Jun since the beginning of the second round she joined the Black Order.

He didn’t like everything about it, but he couldn’t help it because Jun wanted it.

Going against Jun’s moods was a taboo that Meyer had to avoid as a top priority.

Ever since he found out that she liked obedient people and hated throwing up on her work, Meyer held his breath and watched Jun.

Since he didn’t have any information about ‘that’ function in question, he tried to match the other conditions to the best of his ability, just in case.

(T/N: Sexual function.)

But that was the limit.

Tragula was wagging his tail and sticking to Jun as if he were her loyal dog!

It was ironic to see him smiling and making eye contact with Jun.

He didn’t like the way the special forces showed Jun dog-like appearances, but he had to admit that it was a bit much. They were still just cute puppies.

Meyer burned with hostility, directing his owner’s affection toward Tragula as if he were a pet dog.

That said, it was difficult to forcefully peel away Tragula. It wouldn’t do to feel Jun’s weirdness.

She was really slow about how people around her saw her, but she was quick to read the room when it came to people’s tricks.

It was a setback if Jun was disappointed in himself while trying to excessively check Tragula by going out of the frying pan and falling on the fire.

That wasn’t all.

If she knew how he really felt, she would try to persuade him with forceful arguments about how beneficial Tragula was.

He didn’t want to hear her defending or praising another man.

‘I have to do something… What should I do?’

Fortunately, Jun was going to enter the dungeon soon.

Whenever he sent Jun to the dungeon, his mouth would dry up and his heart would tighten, but this time, he had to be pleased.

That’s right. While Jun was away, he should set up Tragula’s Yellow Lightning unit and send him to the dungeon too.

He was sure he was hungry for a dungeon of the right level of difficulty and to level up, so he would be happy to accept.

Jun went into the dungeon and came out after a while, so it wouldn’t be strange for Tragula to not be there when she comes out.

If he adjusted the schedule alternately…

He was thinking about this when suddenly he sighed and covered his face with his palms.

He never thought he would behave so poorly…

The old him could never have imagined this.

There was only one thorn in his mouth, but it was better to turn Tragula away without thinking.

His cowardly behavior, infested with jealousy, was even disastrous when viewed objectively.

Meyer pressed his nose bridge between the frowns with his thumb.

But… Jun was the first sweetness Meyer had tasted in his life.

How chilling it was to feel her fingertips touching his scalp as it slipped between his hair without hesitation.

It was the first gentle human warmth he’d felt since his nanny died.

Her crimson eyes filled with an unshakable trust in him, and every time they met in unison, Meyer’s lips would dry up.

Even Meyer couldn’t remember the last time he believed himself that way.

Is that all? Every time she showed a hint of concern, a chill of glee rose from the pit of Meyer’s stomach.

How could anyone in this world worry about him, who had been abandoned and ostracized by his parents since birth?

Come to think of it, Jun was always like that. She approached as if it were nothing, and moved away as if it were nothing…

When he stood in front of her, he felt as if he was no longer the residue of the Demon King, the cursed Meyer, but just an ordinary person.

Ordinary.

It was a word he hadn’t been given to begin with, a word he had thought had no place in his life at all.

Until now, Meyer didn’t care what happened to his life as long as he could defeat the Demon King.

Even if he had to die together with the Demon King, he would have been satisfied with that and would have gladly burned it into his soul.

But now, he could envision a life one by one after defeating the Demon King.

Jun and himself in a world that was free and was no longer bound by dungeons, demons, or death.…

Of course, he knew that she might not like him.

But the possibility that she might. Just one possibility was enough to make Meyer’s heart race.

Before he had met Jun, he could not have imagined all of this. Nor that he would change like this.

Meyer smirked. His past self may not be happy that he had changed like this, but his present self was willing to endure all of this.

The gaze she gave him, her touch, was very sweet.

But the more he touched her and the more he was with her, the more thirsty he became. This was not enough…

He didn’t know, but he had already put his tongue on the sweet water of kindness that Jun gave generously.

So he couldn’t help but crave it. It was the only possibility of happiness Meyer could catch.

For her, he would give up all his appearances, his honor, his convictions, and become earnest, cowardly, and childish over and over again.

It was worth it. It was enough to endure.

The look in Meyer’s eyes that promised such a future was a combination of excitement and gloom.