I'M Not A Special Character
Luring Gerryn

A few days passed after that incident. The three of them went back to school as usual. Of course the oppression that Arsiel experienced also remained the same as before. Nothing has changed except for Arland pretending to defend Arsiel.

Since that night, Arland's fear of Arsiel faded instantly. Now he understood that the only thing to worry about was himself. Even so, Arland still cares about the girl he met in the rooftop at that time.

Then at this moment, in a classroom filled with noise before the break bell rang. Arsiel was sitting in her chair as usual and her uncomfortable gaze could not escape either.

Arsiel goes to great lengths to hide his happiness as Marchel's plans go perfectly. Plus the end of the plan brought good luck to him.

"See who's daydreaming? Oh, it turns out that little j*l*ng doesn't know itself!" One insult landed from one of the mouths of a schoolgirl who was in class with Arsiel. He just stayed because he was lazy to respond.

Not long after, Marchel revealed her torso in the doorway. The presence of charisma always radiates from her so that many students immediately turn their faces to her.

"Charsa!" Marchel slightly shouted as she called out to Arsiel. Without needing to say anything more, Arsiel immediately stood up from her seat, walking following Marchel.

"What kind of relationship do they actually have?"

vaguely Arsiel heard the question which was then greeted by various scorn.

"Can't you just send me a message? Your arrival further complicates the process." Arsiel snorted in annoyance, trying not to look like a top girl when in front of others.

"I actually have one simple question."

"Say!"

"How did you know of my encounter with Arland at that time?"

"Just the question? Maybe I don't need to answer it because you already know the answer to your own question." Arsiel replied without averted his eyes staring at the floor of the corridor. He couldn't take any chances by raising his head. There could have been students who saw Arsiel's sharp gaze and instead became wary of her.

"Ah, have I been found out?" Marchel cleared his throat slowly.

"Maybe a special agent of the organization will not be aware of any eavesdroppers attached to Arland." Arsiel glanced in annoyance at Marchel. That question sounds so stupid to him.

"Dearly enough. I've been trying to look as natural as possible, apparently to no avail."

Arsiel looked back at the floor of the corridor ignoring Marchel's rant which seemed to be disappointed because the charade failed miserably.

The closeness of Arsiel and Marchel caused envious and spiteful gazes from his fanatical fans. Even without looking directly at Arsiel can feel it.

With an appearance that could be said to be very ordinary he hoped not to get the attention of more people. But in fact, the appearance of Marchel blatantly makes Arsiel inevitably the center of attention.

If Marchel used her fame to scrape information then it was inversely proportional to Arsiel who preferred to seek information secretly. Although in different ways both of them get important information from around the target.

Marchel brought his body into the OSIS room which had been patented as a gathering place for them when the break arrived. Arsiel followed him from behind without feeling surprised by the presence of someone in the room.

Arland waiting for two friends? Or you could say his partner brought some snacks complete with his drink.

The last time they had a meeting suddenly to spend a break.

Arland did not want to feel hungry when the last lesson was carried out. While waiting for their arrival with his initiative he went to the cafeteria to buy some bread in order to get the stomach stuck.

The three of them sat down to throw one another a glance. Arsiel looked at Arland then turned his gaze towards Marchel. His brain thought it was logically impossible for an Arland to ask them to gather in this room.

"What do you want to talk about?" Arsiel asked the point without even bothering to mince words.

"I just wanted to warn him." Marchel looked at Arland with a serious look on her face.

"Warnings about what?" Arland put together a brow of confusion.

"Your involvement last night will cause things someday. We can't take care of you all the time, I hope you can protect yourself."

"For now the situation is still under control. You don't have to worry about anything for now. Danger will not come if the dice remain in our hands." Arsiel tries to calm Arland down so as not to feel uneasy.

"But yourself. Your safety is more vulnerable than ours."

The door of the OSIS chamber that was originally closed suddenly opened wide. The three of them simultaneously switched to staring at the torso of someone in the doorway. The three of them clearly recognized the figure, he was Gerryn Chaytton the Important target that Arsiel had been watching.

"What are you doing in this place Arland? and since when did you start getting along with that geeky girl?" Gerryn pointed in dislike towards Arsiel.

"What are you looking for me for?" Instead of answering, Arland threw a question at him.

Gerryn had not yet expressed her wish for Marchel to stand from his seat. Then his feet stepped closer to Gerryn. The two of them never interacted directly, all this time Marchel just looked at the figure of Gerryn from a distance.

"What's your name? I have long wanted to meet you. But many obstacles stand in the way." Marchel cut the distance between their faces.

Gerryn was surprised not to play. The current events had never been imagined by him. After all the figure in front of him was a senior who was famous for his good looks. Gerryn had long fallen caught up in his charms but he tried to ignore them.

"Gerryn, Gerryn Chaytton." Judging from his facial expression it turns out that Gerryn can hide the feeling well. But his heart could not lie, when he saw Marchel reaching out to shake his heart was racing.

"I'm Marchel Volgy. Hello to you." Marchel painted a smile on her face to lure the target. In that instant Arsiel patted his forehead slowly, he was not exhausted by Marchel's magical behavior.