I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover Chapter 26: A Bad Dream

Chapter 26 - A Bad Dream

I could write both in my mother language and the language of this world. Although I had none of Jun’s mories, I could use her abilities. This was why I had an upsetting ti in the beginning, because I rembered nothing about family and so on, despite having no difficulty communicating or using magic. I had no real use for Korean but it was convenient to use it when writing things only I was supposed to know. The language of this world was like English, which was why I wasn’t worried about my notes being discovered. Even if they were, the two languages were so distinct, the content wouldn’t be easy to decipher.

The quill smoothly glided across the paper as I jotted down everything I could recall about dungeons and item sources. Writing them down one by one was easy, perhaps because I was doing it for the second ti. The first ti I did it, back when I was part of the Fabian Corps, I had a horrible ti practically squeezing my head for mories. I could still rember, clear as day, how I had labored in the room of an inn, working under the lamplight until the night beca day. The result of my efforts was a semi-strategy book and it was thanks to morizing its contents that I could recall everything with such ease.

“Done!” I cheered and gathered the papers I spent two whole days writing, making a booklet out of them. Since I would check it often, I opted to cover it with sturdy leather. Considering it was the second playthrough, I thought of letting Mayer know about the booklet, but I rejected the notion within seconds. If what Mayer wanted from wasn’t my abilities as a support mage, but the information I knew… I would lose my value by telling him. Truthfully speaking, hadn’t Fabian set the precedent of abandoning , thinking that he had learned everything I knew? Besides, I would just end up looking suspicious since the booklet had information on dungeons that Fabian hadn’t managed to clear previously.

Seeing how Mayer rembered , he would doubtlessly rember which dungeons Fabian had cleared before. Knowing details about dungeons that hadn’t even been cleared before was perfect for drawing suspicion. It was better to only give hints here and there when the opportunity ca. Of course, I didn’t think I could keep the booklet a secret forever since Mary would be reporting on whatever happened around . This was a separate matter from the trust I had from her; her loyalty was owed to her wage payer—all she needed to do for was to be a good assistant.

I wasn’t so shaless as to expect secrecy from Mary when I wasn’t even her employer. Still, it seed better to hide for the ti being, or at least until I made my faction within the corps. I was sure Mayer wouldn’t be ridiculous and reproach for hiding it. He wasn’t completely open with either, after all. Gotta keep our privacies, right?

One of the things I did very well was keeping Fabian in the dark regarding the second playthrough. Had I told him everything, things would’ve turned into an even bigger ss. The passage of ti had returned rationality to and I could plainly guess Fabian’s current thoughts. He without a doubt intended on growing a bit stronger to defeat the demon lord, which had to be why he didn’t want to give up on obtaining the Ring of Fla, as it would increase his attack power as a fla elent user.

While I was with Fabian, I gave him clues about dungeons, pretending they were gained by using my support skills. He likely believed he could clear the second playthrough with the information I gave him and therefore didn’t feel the need to take along. However, he would’ve likely been troubled had I joined another expedition corps and did the sa for them; there was no need for two to be in the know, after all. Maybe that was why he had left to die.

I didn’t lose my head in the clouds, thinking of how he left , his comrade, or how he couldn’t be so horrible… My shattered trust made question Fabian’s very nature. The facts spoke for themselves—if it weren’t for Mayer, I would’ve died alone in the dungeon.

In the present, I was a seasoned corps mber, which was why I could hold on for far longer and why I could just barely et up with Mayer. I had luck on my side too, of course. Had he been the tiniest mont later, Mayer would’ve found my dead body instead. Pity, oh pity. I was alive and well, and he was clueless that I had joined hands with Mayer Knox, the man he was most wary of.

I was glad Fabian didn’t know I rembered the first playthrough, as he wouldn’t have used such a passive thod of getting rid of otherwise. He would’ve killed for certain. I ridiculed Fabian inwardly as I praised myself for my past decision.