(Switching to 3rd person POV permanently.)
It must have started there.
The next day, the prince visited again. His gaze, softer than before, carried a flicker of curiosity as Rewan entered the parlor.
"Would you like something to drink?" Rewan asked, keeping his bandaged hand tucked subtly behind his back.
"Yes." The prince's reply was brief, still indifferent.
Rewan leaned forward, awkwardly pouring tea with his left hand, the motions clearly unpracticed. His hands fumbled slightly, but the prince's eyes didn't linger on the awkward movements. Instead, his gaze followed Rewan's hidden hand, noting how it clenched and unclenched behind his back, almost as if on instinct.
The prince's head tilted ever so slightly, his lips parting in quiet contemplation. Why hide the injury so carefully? And how was he moving so freely with a wound that should've left bursts of pain every time the hand moved? His narrowed eyes traced Rewan's movements.
Strange.
Has it already healed?
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"Good morning, Lord." That frigid, silky voice rang. Rewan managed to plaster on a smile before turning to face the ethereal-looking android.
"...good morning..." mumbled words escaped his lips in response.
The prince's eyes flicked again toward the bandaged hand that hung by Rewan's side. The messily wrapped bandages—uneven and loose—were clearly not the work of a professional. His expression remained unmoving as he unobtrusively slid his gaze back to the black-haired youth's strained expression.
"Lord, what will we be doing today?" He asked plainly, his posture skewed and lazy.
Rewan's smile tightened, the edge of his mouth twitching. He only barely managed to keep his forced expression from falling at the sound of his inquiry. You came to visit me, and now you're acting like you're doing me a favor by being here? His eyes twitched in barely concealed frustration. Why don't you just leave me alone?
The prince watched him closely, his gaze tracing the slight tensing of Rewan's jaw and his stiff, clearly antagonized expression. The prince's lips twitched upward in the faintest hint of a smile, warmth flickering in his chest.
<Mission 1—create an unhappy encounter with the first male lead.>
Rewan froze when a bright blue screen sizzled back into view. With a flash, another text appeared.
<Attempt 3—Failed.>
Rewan's jaw clenched, grinding and grinding until he felt the enamel of his teeth become powder in his mouth. "Haha... haha... just great."
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"Good evening, Lord."
At the sound of the voice, Rewan's content and jubilant mood from finally getting free time to practice magic stopped as his heart sank. The cursed blue screen sizzled into view again.
<Mission 1—create an unhappy encounter with the first male lead.>
<Attempt 10.>
He gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing with determination. This time, I'll complete that damn mission for sure.
"How about a game of chess, Prince?"
Hours later, Rewan sat slumped in his chair, simmering with anger. His breathing was heavy, fists clenched. "This... is the fifth time!" He snapped, his voice rumbling as he slammed his fist on the table. "The fifth time!"
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How to be the Villain When Every Character Likes Me
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