How an Omega Villain Survive chapter 45

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Although being called “precious” is meant to be positive, it didn’t sound good in this context.

Usually, being precious means being expensive, but in moments like these, it felt like being treated as a useless item.

Henry, who was about to argue, closed his mouth. It was true that he wasn’t helping at all.

Just like when they were ambushed earlier, Edwin truly didn’t expect Henry to do anything.

That’s why he even spoke about weaknesses so openly. Of course, it was Henry who first mentioned the word “weakness.”

“Even if it’s something everyone knows, isn’t it a bit too much to say it so openly?”

“You do what you can.”

“And what’s that?”

“Keep talking. And if you’re going to speak quietly, don’t distance yourself.”

Edwin’s words pierced through Henry like a spear.

In fact, Henry had slightly distanced himself out of fear that Edwin might detect his pheromones. He hadn’t expected Edwin to notice that.

“You’re overly sensitive for no reason.”

And the problem was that Edwin’s instincts were all accurate.

Henry sighed, rubbing his throbbing forehead.

He didn’t know how much longer he would be with Edwin, but he wanted to get away quickly.

Edwin’s expression, as he looked at Henry, was more subdued. The moment Henry threw himself to save someone, Edwin had jumped after him without a second thought.

Edwin didn’t even know why he did that. It wasn’t thought but instinct that made him act.

Fortunately, they landed somewhere while protecting Henry’s body, but it was just luck; it could have turned into a much worse situation.

It was almost miraculous that they weren’t dead or seriously injured. What was even more surprising was Henry’s reaction.

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[Why are you here?]

He seemed displeased that it was himself who had fallen together. So calm, it was unsettling. And when Henry, who had acted recklessly, quickly got up as if he was lucky, Edwin found him unfamiliar.

Henry, who used to be so meticulous about stains, now looked around with bright eyes, oblivious to the dirt on his clothes.

Henry Timothy, who wouldn’t tolerate even a small stain, who took great care of himself while ignoring others, who considered laughter trivial…

Edwin had always thought of Henry Timothy as that kind of person.

He wasn’t a man who could smile so cheerfully with a stained face…

“You’re still confusing.”

So much so that he couldn’t look away.

[Thirsty.]

In the early morning, Edwin continued to hold Henry’s hand, which was seizing uncontrollably.

It was only to prevent him from scratching his neck, but Henry clung to that hand as if it were a lifeline and wouldn’t let go.

Instead, he pressed his forehead and cheek against Edwin’s, trying to cool the heat rising from his face.

Despite his strained expression, his desperate attachment to Edwin made him look like a child having a nightmare.

And the fact that he was clinging to Edwin made Edwin feel increasingly uneasy. It was only suffering, and he was just clutching at whoever was next to him, but it felt like he was pleading for salvation.

[Since you dislike being kissed, you’ll have to endure it yourself.]

Edwin said sternly to Henry, who was groaning in distress. It was spiteful, knowing why Henry had been avoiding contact with him.

Since Henry had said he had no feelings for Edwin, he had really kept himself completely distant.

Whenever Edwin approached, he looked annoyed, and if Edwin happened to appear in front of him, he was revolted.

So, who was it who had been fawning over me?

After thinking that, Edwin tried to pull his hand away from Henry’s face.

But Henry hugged Edwin’s hand tightly as if he didn’t want to lose it.

[No.]

Henry shook his head with a sullen pout, as if to say he would never let go.

[This is really maddening.]

Edwin relaxed his grip in response to Henry’s whimpering. He had seen too much to claim he understood Henry completely now.

Edwin had to admit that Henry was different from before, and so he discarded all previous thoughts he had about him.

[Thirsty, in pain. I’m hurting. Edwin… I’m hurting.]

At that moment, Henry’s whisper caught Edwin’s attention.

Henry’s name came out of his mouth, as if he knew exactly whose hand he was holding.

[Have you really lost feelings for me?]

Edwin asked quietly. He was confused about whether Henry was pretending or genuinely trying to shake him up like this.

[Please…]

That suspicion was eventually pushed aside as Edwin leaned in to kiss Henry.

It was strange that only his kiss could stop Henry’s seizures, but there was no other solution at the moment.

Or… if a kiss, not water, was the answer, could it be someone else besides me?

[Hmph, mm.]

Henry tilted his head, opening his lips wider towards Edwin.

It seemed more like a gesture of a baby bird seeking to be fed rather than an intense kiss.

Wanting me so much.

As Henry’s convulsions subsided and he fell into a peaceful sleep as if nothing had happened, Edwin fell into thought.

He wondered if someone else could stop Henry’s seizures and what the root cause of his reactions was.

[Hmm.]

Henry turned his body to the side. The chill rising from the bare floor seemed to be bothering him.

[The amount of effort required is still the same.]

Edwin, who had found the one thing unchanged from the past, embraced his body. Only his own body could cover Henry’s here.

How much more will he be startled when he opens his eyes?

As Edwin buried his nose in Henry’s hair, his eyes began to close gradually.

Though he had no intention of falling asleep in this unprotected place, he was getting drowsy despite his will.

Amidst slipping into sleep, he thought he sensed a pleasant aroma…

Awakened by the wriggling in his arms, Edwin’s first emotion was discomfort.

The sense of refreshment, incomparable to what he would have felt in a bed, and the satisfaction from holding someone in his arms came across as unpleasant instead.

This was because he knew that the person he was holding was Henry.

Because of this, Edwin directed even more biting words at him. At the same time, the fact that Henry was keeping his distance bothered him.

He had jumped down thinking he was saving him for no reason. Now Edwin was shaken by Henry far more than before.

[Did I smell bad or something?]

[…Is that all? Or was there a nice scent or something…]

Dismissed as pointless talk, but it still felt like he had sensed something, making it all the more unpleasant.

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‘It seems like I’ve come to the right place…’

Both the gem embedded in the wall and the natural cave showed traces of having been tampered with here and there.

‘If that’s the case, the treasure must be here. The next step is unclear.’

The novel didn’t provide detailed steps on how the protagonist found the treasure.

It merely mentioned that he discovered it while walking, driven by the thought of needing to get outside.

So, he had prepared as many usable items from the cave as possible, but now Henry only had his own body.

‘If Edwin hadn’t been here, I might have just died.’

Unable to find the glowing gem and being bitten by poisonous insects, not knowing the way out, Henry felt his short life would quickly end in such a state.

With his increasingly weary mind, Henry was deeply feeling Edwin’s value.

‘I might not like you, but I’ll treat you with care.’

At the very least, he needed to repay the favor for throwing himself into danger for him and providing so much help.

At that moment, Edwin, who had been leading the way, suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

Henry quickened his pace and stayed close behind him.

Curious about why he had stopped, Henry raised his hand with a surprised look as he looked over Edwin’s shoulder.

“A fork in the road?”

For the first time, the path split into two. This was the only clue Henry had about one of the pieces of information he knew.

Among the two paths, not just one but both held significance.

“Not sure which direction to go?”

Hiding his delight, Henry forced a serious expression and tapped Edwin on the shoulder.

Edwin, who had been staring straight ahead in silence, slowly turned towards Henry.

Henry took a step back, feeling Edwin’s gaze weigh heavily on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just as you said.”

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

“I said you smell nice.”

“…What?”

Henry turned his head to the side reflexively when Edwin mentioned that his hesitation wasn’t due to the crossroads but because of himself.

Unconsciously, he averted his gaze, feeling that he shouldn’t reveal his emotions.

He had just said there was only the smell of sweat, so why was he suddenly talking about a nice fragrance?

The mention of pheromones made Henry’s heart race.

“Could it be that there’s a draft coming from somewhere? It’s a cave, but it doesn’t smell damp.”

Henry quickly came up with a plausible excuse to redirect the conversation. It was a decent excuse, considering he had just thought of it.

It could be true. Reflecting on how he hadn’t felt overly uncomfortable despite being in the cave for a while…

“No, this is different.”

Edwin’s voice, though low, firmly dismissed Henry’s words.

His gaze moved from Henry’s face, past his neck and collarbone, and continued downward, as if trying to locate the source of the scent.

“Will you keep standing here…?”

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