Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Is There Some Mistake About Seeking Encounters in the Dungeon?
What a terrible day.
Feilin accepted the water the shop owner handed him and walked toward Day’s direction.
As he walked, he thought about Vielotti.
Not about how she looked in the fitting room, of course.
He had to admit that under Vielotti’s persistent pestering, he had done things he would never have done before.
Vielotti was too special.
She wasn’t a client, so he couldn’t use the contract to draw clear boundaries.
She didn’t know the truth, so he couldn’t directly explain everything.
But that wasn’t an excuse.
Get a grip!
Feilin slapped his cheeks.
If things continued developing like this, everything would spiral out of control. This was irresponsible both to his clients and to Vielotti.
Feilin spotted Day’s figure in the distance—she stood beneath a tree, looking so elegant.
He began jogging in place, needing to create the illusion that he had run far to buy the water.
Day stood under the tree, lifting her wrist to check her watch.
Feilin had been gone for twenty minutes. Where could he have gone?
“Miss Day, here you go.”
Feilin suddenly appeared behind Day, startling her.
“Sorry it took so long. I bought Miss Day’s favorite flavor, but there wasn’t any nearby, so I had to go a bit farther.”
His heaving chest showed that Feilin had jogged all the way back, sweat on his face reflecting the streetlights.
“Thank you. Next time you don’t need to go so far—I’m not that particular.”
Day accepted the bottle, feeling the warmth from the young man’s palm still lingering on it.
“As long as it makes Miss Day happy, I don’t mind running a few extra steps.”
Feilin wiped his sweat, showing a gentle smile.
Day pulled a handkerchief from her bag and handed it to Feilin: “Wipe your sweat.”
“Miss Day is so considerate.”
Feilin opened the bag he’d hidden behind his back: “I ended up buying that little bear couple’s pajama set we saw earlier after all. You don’t need to pay—it’s a token of my feelings. I’m so lucky to become Miss Day’s boyfriend.”
Day looked at the cute pajamas in the bag, her expression somewhat complex.
Her lips twitched slightly, she pressed them together, but ultimately couldn’t bring herself to refuse. She gripped the water bottle tighter in her hand.
“I hope we can pass the inspection smoothly. Then this could serve as a memento.”
Feilin folded the pajamas neatly and put them in the bag.
On the way back, Day remained silent the entire time.
If the inspection goes smoothly, won’t my contract with Feilin become unnecessary?
It was originally intended to show her parents, but now it seemed they definitely wouldn’t come to this kind of place—at most they’d send someone to investigate.
If Bernice’s investigation found no problems, then when she reported to her parents, her goal of making them angry would be achieved.
After Bernice’s report, she would maintain the contract for a few more months at most, in case they conducted a second inspection. After a few months, she would probably have to part ways with Feilin.
But why did she suddenly feel a bit… reluctant to end the contract?
Day stole a glance at Feilin, who was sleeping against the car window, her gaze lingering on his peaceful profile. Those dark green eyes looked particularly deep in the night.
Today’s series of events had left Feilin somewhat exhausted.
Light and shadow from the streetlights flickered past the window, casting alternating bright and dim halos on his face.
His breathing was steady and quiet, still clutching the bag with the bear pajamas, unwilling to let go even in his sleep.
The originally clear boundaries had become blurred in this quiet night.
The word “separation” suddenly became difficult to speak.
Day turned to gaze at the flowing nightscape outside the window.
After her contract with Feilin ended, she would return to living alone again.
In the end, this was just her fate.
These days were merely a small interlude in her lonely life, destined to become memories.
Then, she should cherish this time that might be recalled repeatedly in the future.
Saturday morning.
Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the room.
The morning breeze carried a slight chill, gently lifting a corner of the curtains.
The living room still held last night’s tranquility, with two cups on the coffee table—one was Day’s dedicated tea cup.
A blanket was neatly draped over the sofa, its corners still maintaining the precise folds Day had made.
Day sat in her usual spot, stirring her tea, the silver spoon gently clinking against the cup with delicate sounds.
She hadn’t put her hair up today—her black hair fell softly over her shoulders with a touch of lazy elegance.
Feilin placed the freshly toasted bread on the table, its aroma immediately filling the air.
“Would Miss Day like jam or butter?”
He asked while setting both options before her.
His movements were practiced and natural, as if he’d repeated them countless times.
“Jam.”
Without realizing it, Day had grown accustomed to mornings with Feilin, and to everything in this home.
She had her own designated seat here, her own dedicated tableware, and her own…
Day took small bites of her bread, but her eyes kept stealing glances at the young man across from her.
Such morning moments had unknowingly become precious.
“Miss Day, I might need to go out for a while.”
“Alright, to accompany a client?”
“No, I need to go to the underground dungeon. I want to try my luck and see if I can observe some magical beasts to pass the joint examination.”
“Hmm? This kind of observation class is usually organized by schools. Didn’t you attend back then?”
Feilin nodded, swallowing his bread in one gulp.
“But trying to analyze typical magical beast behavior within two days is very difficult, unless someone helps drive the beasts to you. That’s usually something only a few major families working together can accomplish.”
“I know. I’m just trying my luck. I can’t just do nothing—at least if I fail, I can think that I tried my best.”
Day nodded without saying more, but she already had a plan in mind.
“Miss Day, I probably won’t be back until after dinner. You don’t need to wait for me to eat. I’ve already prepared the dishes and left them in the kitchen—just use the heating sigil when it’s time.”
Today Feilin had changed into practical adventure gear—a dark short-sleeved shirt that fit his form, revealing the young man’s slender but solid arms.
Form-fitting pants and lightweight combat boots made him look particularly sharp.
His soft black hair was slightly tousled, making his pale face appear even more delicate.
“Wait for you to come back—I have something to discuss with you.”
Feilin’s mouth twitched slightly.
What’s with this flag-like statement? Am I going to meet my end in the dungeon today?
“Hmm? Is there something strange about that?”
“No, I’m just curious what Miss Day wants to tell me.”
Day gently set down her teacup, unable to help but study the young man before her.
“Be careful out there. We’ll talk when you return.”
“Alright, I’m heading out.” Feilin waved and closed the door behind him.
At the same time, two teams from the Raphael and Claude families of Seiva West were also heading toward the underground dungeon.
After Feilin said goodbye, Day stood by the window watching his figure disappear around the street corner.
She returned to her room and took out her communication sigil.
“What is it, Miss?”
A mechanical voice came through her ear.
“Bernice, I’d like to ask you for a favor.”