"Felyn Sorester, these are all complaint letters about you harassing female classmates."
The evening sun's afterglow streamed through the office window, spilling across the desk piled high with envelopes.
Felyn unconsciously rubbed at his sleeve cuffs, which had worn thin and frayed from constant fidgeting.
"Can't you show some restraint? It's fine that you like Miss Viloti Silafiel, but you're now seriously affecting her reputation."
Felyn's gaze moved past the grade director who was cleaning his glasses, settling on the truly beautiful girl sitting beside him.
"Miss Viloti has been accepted into the Royal Capital Academy, and you know the status of the Silafiel family. Do you really think you two will have any future connection?"
Felyn looked down at the loose threads on his clothes, saying nothing.
"I won't allow you to ruin the reputation of our school's once-in-a-century genius. Next time I'll have to call the guards, and you really will end up in prison."
Felyn nodded, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"I'll remember that. Thank you for the reminder, teacher."
"Get out."
Felyn turned and left the office, glancing back once at Viloti who sat there motionless, then gently closed the door.
In the setting sun's afterglow, his shadow stretched long and far.
Everything his eyes could see was dyed red by that evening sun.
Felyn gradually moved away from the grade director's window, his hunched back slowly straightening.
He pulled out a notebook from his chest, quickly flipping through it.
"There's still one more scene coming up. Let me see... the prop is eye drops, the key point is to perform the expression of someone who's sad but has no choice but to leave..."
Felyn wasn't an actor—he was a professional simp.
His employer was none other than Viloti's father, Lord Silafiel himself.
Three years ago, Viloti had been humiliated by some scoundrel at a banquet and shut herself away for half a year.
Felyn's role was to restore Viloti's confidence through his devotion, to bring back her self-assurance and radiance.
Felyn had indeed succeeded, providing enough emotional value to help Viloti emerge from the shadows and even get accepted into the Royal Capital Academy.
The grade director's door slowly opened with a creaking sound.
Pink hair framed her fair, delicate skin like winter's dawn light enveloping fresh snow.
A gentle breeze stirred the bangs draped across her forehead.
She used her pinky finger to gently hook away a strand of hair that had stuck to her rosy lips, smoothing her hair behind her ear to reveal her pale, delicate ear.
Even after seeing her countless times, Felyn had to admit that Viloti's beauty was a gift from the gods.
Despite such an adorable appearance, her amber eyes always held a cold, distant look.
Felyn pinched his thigh and took a deep breath.
"Viloti..."
Felyn's eyes now glistened with tears, his face flushed red. He slowly reached out his hand as if trying to touch an unreachable star, his figure somewhat hunched.
Viloti stood in the doorway, expressionless.
"Mr. Felyn, I'm grateful for your help. But..."
"I absolutely won't bother you anymore!"
Felyn bowed at the waist, earnestly apologizing.
This was the first time he had ever said such words to Viloti.
Viloti, lit by the setting sun, squinted slightly and swayed a little.
"Is that so."
Her voice was so soft it was almost carried away by the wind.
"The graduation celebration at Silver Moon Valley on Sunday..."
"I absolutely won't come to disturb you! You'll meet better people there."
Felyn looked up and saw the setting sun's afterglow spilling across her face.
In the interplay of light and shadow, Felyn could only make out her delicate facial contours, unable to see her expression clearly.
Those amber eyes seemed to merge with the setting sun, as if telling him something.
"I understand."
The expressionless beautiful girl nodded and turned to leave.
"Viloti, how can I live without you! Viloti, you must be happy!"
Watching Viloti disappear around the corner down the stairs, Felyn turned and pulled out a tissue to wipe away the eye drops that had just dripped at the corner of his eyes.
Acting really was physical work.
To achieve that expression of treating someone as true love yet having no choice but to let them go, he had even thrown fifty crowns into the river without hesitation.
"Buzz, buzz."
The communication seal vibrated rhythmically.
"Hey, kid. Is everything finished?" The speaker was Viloti's father, Lord Silafiel.
"Mm-hmm. Since we're terminating the contract, I've already made a very clean break with Viloti."
He had even written those complaint letters in the office himself.
"Good. Just make sure my daughter doesn't find out. If she knew, she'd hate me to death."
"Don't worry, I'm a professional."
After helping Viloti regain her confidence, leave her room, and get accepted into the Royal Capital Academy, he no longer served any purpose for her.
So terminating the contract was expected.
"It's only for your father's sake that I agreed to give you so much money."
"Thank you, Lord Silafiel."
He had once been nobility too.
More precisely, the previous owner of this body had been nobility.
The Felyn family, once called the "Light of Seiwa," had been the most powerful family in Seiwa City.
But three years ago, the Felyn family was completely destroyed overnight for unknown reasons, and all the nobles refused to speak about it.
The original owner had committed suicide by poison, and that was when Felyn had transmigrated into this world.
Upon waking, he found his parents gone and countless debts left behind.
And aside from being handsome, he was utterly useless.
An alcoholic father, a remarried mother, a sick sister, and his broken self.
From then on, he walked the path of no return, hoping his sister would take care of herself.
Making money—there's no shame in that!
"Let me ask you something. What do you think of my daughter?"
Felyn raised an eyebrow and casually replied, "Miss Viloti will surely become an important figure in the Church. Someone insignificant like me could never reach such heights."
"Hahaha."
Lord Silafiel's hearty laughter ended their communication.
The old man was still worried he might actually fall for Viloti. Felyn couldn't wait to finish this job.
Not only did he have to deliver three meals on time every day, he also had to vary his confessions.
While enduring his classmates' criticism, he also had to carefully observe Viloti's mood changes.
Don't underestimate being a simp—it's not easy work!
"This job is done. I need to splurge tonight—I'll add two eggs!"
The moment he turned around, Felyn saw Viloti's figure downstairs.
She stood in the setting sun, her petite shadow stretching long and far.
Pink hair slipped from her pale shoulders as she slowly turned around, her skirt swaying gently.
Those amber eyes sparkled with tiny fragments of light as her gaze moved bit by bit toward the floor where Felyn stood, her expression still calm.
Felyn's heart tightened, and he instinctively stepped back, leaning against the wall and trying to hide himself in the shadows.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you left yet? Still waiting for Viloti?"
The grade director's voice came from behind him.
"Director, I... I'm not."
The grade director stuck his head out and looked around outside.
"Viloti's already gone. Go home quickly, and don't forget what I told you today."
"Got it, Director. I'll leave now."
Watching Felyn's departing figure, even the director couldn't help but sigh.
Viloti was already famous as the school's beautiful girl with high recognition.
And Felyn's relationship with her was quite special.
Rumor had it that before the Felyn family's downfall, Silafiel had proposed a marriage arrangement, wanting to marry Viloti to Felyn.
But Felyn had refused at the time.
Now it had become a light novel plot like "The One Who Rejected Me Had His Family Destroyed and Now Regrets It."
No one would refuse to become the protagonist of a "three-year agreement" novel—anyone would find it thrilling, right?
Such a female-lead power fantasy spread among the students and soon the entire school knew about it.
Even in the office, he couldn't help but listen to other female teachers vividly telling stories about Felyn.
Though listening violated teaching ethics, if you weren't interested in such things, were you even human?
Wherever Felyn was, there would inevitably be a bunch of people pointing and whispering behind him.
Thanks to the good school atmosphere, there was no physical bullying.
Felyn now sat under a tree, admiring his account balance.
Lord Silafiel had transferred a full 500,000 crowns into his account—enough for a year's living expenses.
Sweet words aren't as good as cold hard cash.
Absolutely crazy!
Once he had money, he'd definitely buy a manor in some remote suburb, far away from all clients.
He'd hire a hundred maids, having them wear black stockings on odd days and white stockings on even days.
Buzz~ Buzz~
Another vibration from the communication seal.
[Accompany me to Viloti's graduation celebration on Sunday. I'll pay you overtime—10,000 crowns.]
(End of Chapter)