"Felyn Sorester, these are all complaint letters about you harassing female classmates."
The golden hues of the setting sun streamed through the office window, illuminating the desk covered in envelopes.
Felyn subconsciously rubbed the edge of his sleeve, where the fabric had worn thin and frayed.
“Can’t you show some restraint? It’s fine that you like Miss Viloti Silafiel, but you’re seriously affecting her reputation now.”
Felyn’s gaze passed the grade director, who was polishing her glasses, and landed on a truly stunning girl seated beside her.
“Miss Viloti has been admitted to the Royal Capital Academy, and you know the status of the Silafiel family. Do you really think you two will ever cross paths in the future?”
Felyn looked down at the loose threads on his clothes and stayed silent.
“I won’t allow you to tarnish the name of our school’s once-in-a-century genius. Next time, I’ll call the guards—you could actually go to jail.”
Felyn nodded slightly, his voice hoarse.
“I’ll remember that. Thank you for the reminder, sir.”
“You can go now.”
Felyn turned and left the office. He glanced back once at Viloti, who remained motionless in her seat, then quietly closed the door behind him.
In the glow of the setting sun, his shadow stretched long and thin.
Everything within sight was dyed crimson by the light.
As he slowly walked away from the window, his hunched back gradually straightened.
He took out a small notebook from his coat and flipped through it quickly.
“There’s still one more scene. Let me see—the prop is eyedrops, and the key is to show sadness while being forced to walk away…”
Felyn wasn’t an actor. He was a professional simp.
And the one who hired him was none other than Viloti’s father—Lord Silafiel.
Three years ago, Viloti had been humiliated by some scoundrel at a banquet, causing her to shut herself away for half a year.
Felyn’s role was to boost Viloti’s confidence—by doting on her, praising her, and rebuilding her spirit.
And he had succeeded. He provided ample emotional support, helped her escape her emotional rut, and even got her into the Royal Capital Academy.
The door to the grade director’s office creaked open.
Her soft pink hair framed her pale, delicate skin like the dawn mist touching fresh winter snow.
A gentle breeze stirred the bangs on her forehead.
She used her pinky to brush aside a strand of hair stuck to her rosy lips, tucking it behind her ear and revealing her fair lobe.
Even after seeing her countless times, Felyn had to admit—Viloti’s beauty was divine.
So adorable, yet those amber eyes were always so cold.
Felyn pinched his thigh, holding his breath deeply.
“Viloti…”
At that moment, tears sparkled in Felyn’s eyes and his face flushed. He slowly reached out a hand, as if trying to touch an unreachable star, his posture slightly hunched.
Viloti stood at the doorway, expressionless.
“Felyn, I truly appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But…”
“I won’t bother you ever again!”
Felyn bowed deeply, his tone serious.
It was the first time he had ever said something like this to her.
The sunlight made it hard for Viloti to keep her eyes open, and she swayed slightly.
“Is that so…”
Her voice was so light it nearly vanished with the breeze.
“The celebration banquet at Silvermoon Valley this Sunday—”
“I won’t show up and ruin it for you! You’ll meet better people there.”
Felyn looked up and saw the sun's rays illuminating her face.
In the interplay of light and shadow, he could only make out her delicate features, unable to read her expression.
Her amber eyes seemed to merge with the sunset, as if whispering something.
“I see.”
The beautiful girl nodded silently, turned, and walked away.
“Viloti, how am I supposed to live without you?! Viloti, I hope you find happiness!”
Watching her disappear around the corner and descend the stairs, Felyn turned and wiped the eyedrops from the corners of his eyes with a tissue.
Acting really was physically exhausting.
Just to portray that look of a man giving up his true love, he’d even thrown fifty crowns into the river for emotional build-up.
Buzz. Buzz.
His communication spell seal vibrated rhythmically.
“Yo, kid. All done?” The voice belonged to Viloti’s father, Lord Silafiel.
“Yup. Since the contract’s terminated, I cut ties with Viloti beautifully.”
Those complaint letters on the office desk? He’d written them himself.
“Good. Just make sure my daughter never finds out. If she knew, she’d probably hate me forever.”
“Relax. I’m a pro.”
Now that Viloti had regained her confidence, left her room, and been admitted to the Capital Academy, Felyn had fulfilled his purpose.
So, ending the contract came as no surprise.
“I only agreed to pay you that much because of your father.”
“Thank you, Lord Silafiel.”
He had once been a noble.
To be precise, the previous owner of this body had been noble.
The Felyn family, once known as the Light of Seiwa, had been the most powerful in Seiwa City.
But three years ago, for unknown reasons, the entire family was wiped out overnight. The other nobles remained silent.
The original Felyn took poison in despair and that was when Felyn from another world transmigrated into this body.
When he woke up, his parents had vanished, leaving behind mountains of debt.
And aside from being handsome, he had absolutely nothing.
An alcoholic father. A remarried mother. A sick little sister. A shattered self.
He had walked a path of no return ever since. May his sister take care.
Making money isn’t shameful!
“Just one more thing—what do you think of my daughter?”
Felyn raised an eyebrow and casually replied, “Miss Viloti is destined to be a great figure in the Church. Someone like me could never reach her level.”
“Hahaha!”
The call ended with Lord Silafiel’s hearty laughter.
That old man was probably still afraid Felyn might really fall for Viloti. Honestly, Felyn couldn’t wait to finish this job.
He’d had to deliver three meals a day, confess his love in countless ways, and endure endless gossip from classmates while constantly monitoring Viloti’s moods.
Don’t underestimate a simp—it’s hard work!
“This job’s over. Time to treat myself tonight. I’ll add two eggs!”
Just as he turned around, he saw Viloti’s figure downstairs.
She stood in the sunset, her small shadow stretched long across the ground.
Her pink hair slid down her pale shoulders as she slowly turned, the hem of her dress fluttering slightly.
Her amber eyes shimmered with faint light as she gradually looked up toward Felyn’s floor. Her expression remained unreadable.
Felyn’s heart skipped. He instinctively stepped back, pressing himself against the wall, trying to hide in the shadows.
“What are you doing? Still waiting for Viloti?” the grade director’s voice came from behind.
“Director, I—I’m not.”
The director poked her head out and looked around.
“Viloti’s gone. Hurry home, and don’t forget what I told you today.”
“Understood, sir. I’ll head off now.”
As she watched Felyn walk away, even the grade director couldn’t help but sigh.
Viloti was already a well-known beauty in the school, and her relationship with Felyn was… special.
Rumor had it that before Felyn’s family was destroyed, Lord Silafiel had proposed a marriage arrangement, intending to marry Viloti to Felyn.
But Felyn had refused at the time.
Now it had turned into something straight out of a light novel: “He rejected her, his family fell, and now he regrets everything.”
Who wouldn’t want to be the protagonist of a “Three-Year Promise” story? It’s the ultimate fantasy.
This kind of over-the-top love drama spread like wildfire among the students—soon, the whole school knew.
Even in the office, the female teachers gossiped excitedly about Felyn’s story.
Though it went against professional ethics, who could resist something this juicy?
Wherever Felyn went, people whispered behind his back.
Thanks to the school’s decent atmosphere, no one had resorted to physical bullying.
At that moment, Felyn sat under a tree, admiring his bank balance.
Lord Silafiel had wired him a whopping five hundred thousand crowns—enough for a year of comfortable living.
Caring words are nice, but a lump sum of cash is better.
Absolute bliss!
Once he got rich, he’d buy a secluded estate in the countryside, far from any clients.
Then he’d hire a hundred maids—odd-numbered days, they’d wear black stockings; even-numbered days, white.
Buzz~ Buzz~
Another vibration from his communication seal.
[Come with me to Viloti’s celebration banquet this Sunday. Consider it overtime—10,000 crowns.]
(End of Chapter)