Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 167

Chapter 167. An Unexpected Visitor at the Museum. (1/3)

Though the world outside had been in chaos for the last seventeen days because of the scandal with Jae-Sun Yang, I’d spent my days in peace and quiet for once. Today was a Monday, it was now about a month into the second sester, the beginning of February.

Alicia and Rosa were at school today. They had already settled into their work lives and Irene had opted to quit her hostess job and go full-ti with her barista job from 9 AM to 3:00 PM starting today. Everything had gone so well I was worried sothing awful was bound to happen to sooner or later.

The world seed to hate when I had so much ti to myself. I had so much leisure ti lately that I went and published a volu of another story to Amazon. The sales hadn’t been all that impressive, but at least I made so money.

Despite my worry that the world would soon find a way to screw over, I was still convinced today would turn out to just be another average day.

At least, that was what I’d hoped.

I was currently seated in the museum leisurely passing the day and skipping classes when I suddenly heard the sound of music approaching from the distance. I couldn’t make it out very well at first, but it gradually got louder.

So idiot wasn’t listening to it through headphones, rather, they had it playing out loud for everyone to hear.

What kind of weirdo does that? That was my initial thought, but suddenly I recognized the song.

Hysteria.

Perhaps it was a good term for what I felt when a certain woman I associated with it ca to mind. I could even discern the acoustics in the song that was playing right now.

I sat up from the couch and discreetly peeked behind . It seems it had been a mistake to do so. Soone already had their eyes locked on .

That soone was none other than Ms. Angel of Death. I gulped nervously. Why was she here? Hadn’t she left as part of the agreent we made? She was supposed to never return to this city.

Had it turned into the worst-case scenario I envisioned?

Before she approached any closer, I imdiately took out my phone and started recording a video. I tucked it into the side pocket of my bag on the couch beside I’d used to sleep on. It blended in quite well with the phone being black and the pocket being similarly colored.

I actually got lucky with the side she approached from. She’d approached from the sa side as my bag, opposite the side my phone was on.

When she was close enough, I turned my head to the right and looked at her cluelessly.

“Do you know who I am?”

“No, don’t care. Please leave.” I acted like I was simply annoyed by the way she was playing music out loud inside my sanctuary.

“If you don’t know , it must be you who was on the roof that night.” Was she shooting in the dark using this thod with everyone she picked out as a potential candidate?

“Roof? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Everyone I’ve t in this city has known my na right away. I can only imagine the only person who says they don’t know is the person who was on the roof. Even after I said it to him, he had no reaction at all to it. Are you just pretending to not know ?” Are you kidding ? Everyone she asked knew her bloody na? Is it because of her pure white hair that stands out so much?

It was best to pretend that I’d lied then. I could play it off as being a fan of hers who was trying to put on a cold act to make her take an interest in . “Haaaah. Yes, yes. I’m just pretending. You’re that famous singer Ange Delamort or sothing, right? Now can you please leave?”

As soon as I said her na, she grinned.

“What? Did I get it wrong or sothing?” I’d especially rembered it because she was an evil woman who owed $12.59. Wait, actually, I left behind that mask too to prove to her she hadn’t been hallucinating and to ensure she’d wait for results and not do anything rash. I never even added that onto the bill. The spray paint as well. That made it $20.34.

Yeah, I was petty enough to rember the combined cost of that mask. Got a problem with that? Bite .

“Yes, you did get it wrong.” She had to be lying to get to show a crack in my mask. Confusion or a look of doubt in my eyes was surely what she wanted.

“Are you lying to try and make second guess myself or sothing?” I called her out on her bluff.

“Not at all. I’ve now confird with 100% certainty. You were the one I t on that fateful night.” How the bloody hell? Was she serious about the na? Did I actually get deceived? If I really had, it was my own fault for being careless. I never imagined a celebrity who should be full of pride would accept that soone didn’t even know their na. I should have verified her na really had been this.

She continued while I cursed my habit of not caring about people’s nas. “You were the one who saved my life and stopped from committing suicide. You were the one who saw through everything in my heart on that cold night when we were all alone.” It wasn’t even cold that night, you’re just a wimp. I was sweating in my hoodie that night.

“My real singer na isn’t Ange Delamort, the only person who would ever call that was the one I t that night. He’s the only one who would know that na. The sa person who called Ms. Angel of Death. Ange de la mort; it ans angel of death in French. Nobody would ever call that since I’ve only ever introduced myself in such a fashion to my savior.”

Are you fucking kidding ? You know, I took French in middle school, but another one of my greatest weaknesses in life turned out to be my inability to learn another language. Well, honestly, it also didn’t help that I lost my French book from almost day one. Though I had a feeling that soone else had lost theirs and they just stole mine. That being the case, I didn’t want to pay the money for it, so I kept that fact hidden all the way till the end of middle school when everyone had to return them. I just never showed up that day.

I’ve been a penny pincher even as far back as that.

I never thought I’d rue the day of my cheapness in such a fashion. I must have looked like a careless idiot to not even figure sothing simple like this out. Well… in a way that may have worked in my favor. She’d lower her guard if she thought she was in a superior position.

“It took a long ti to find you, Mr. All Black Crying Clown Mask. You really slipped up. Not only did you get careless, but you were stupid enough to not realize the na was French for the exact sa na you gave .”

“What an idiotically long na, is that what you’ve been calling all this ti?” Since I’d been seen through, I had to retort to the egregious na she’d give .

“Is that what you’re most concerned about? Shouldn’t you care more about my na than the na I call you?”

“I’m not the smartest tool in the shed as you can see. To be caught so easily, it should be clear.”

“Easily? It wasn’t that easy at all. I was just shooting in the dark this whole ti working off of the little information I took a brute force approach going around everywhere I thought soone like you might be while playing this song out loud. If anyone showed a reaction to it I asked them if they knew the na of the song. If they didn’t, I’d ask if they knew who I was. I’d individually assess their reactions on a person by person basis.”

“If they said they didn’t know who I was and asked if I was the one who sang that song, I crossed them off the list. There was no way the person I was looking for would ask that question.”

Damn, so I could have asked sothing like that to get her off my back?