The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Your mana glows like a rose Chapter 262: Your mana glows like a rose Alice sat next to this guy who had been stealing glances at her and then facing the book in front of him.

She got curious as to what he was doing and decided to take a look.

But he looked like he was so deep in thought and deeply engrossed in what he was doing to notice she was in front of him, so when he raised his head to try to peak at her one more time, he found her face right in front of his, and that startled him.

“So, would you like to tell me what you’ve been up to?” Alice asked, dropping her chin on her palm once more while looking at him with eyes filled with curiosity, but he was scared.

What if she got mad that he had been secretly sketching and writing about her?

What if she came to hate him?

He did not want that.

But…

He could not exactly lie to the first question she was asking him.

She was his muse.

‘Act natural.

Act natural.’ He sang in his head.

“But first, what’s your name?” Alice asked and he pursed his lips.

Of course, she didn’t know who he was.

He was like a wallflower in their class, hardly ever socializing.

Wait, even a wallflower had a bit of presence.

He was invisible.

“I used to see you at the back.” Alice added and his eyes widened.

“You…

you remember me?” He asked, looking at her in surprise and she laughed.

“You always have these dark eye bags,” she pointed at her eyes.

“They look so bad that I always tell myself, ‘This is what happens if you play with your sleep.

Sucks to be like that’.

It was funny.” She laughed.

“But I also felt bad for you.” “You…

Felt bad for me?” He asked and she nodded.

“Not in a bad way though.

I just felt…” She glanced at the field.

“Maybe he can’t sleep all he wants for some reason and that’s why he looks like that.

Poor guy.” She turned to him.

“Does that offend you?

If it does, sorry bout that.

I’m always honest with my words, you see.” He stared at her, his eyes twinkling.

Not only did Alice know about him, but she also felt bad for him.

Was this…

A dream?

“If you don’t get mad, I’ll assume you’re cool with it, ya?” She said and pointed at his notebook.

“So, tell me about that.

What have you been scribbling?

I find you scribbling and from time to time, you glance at me from your seat in class.” He flinched, having been found out.

“But relax, I didn’t get offended.

Your intentions were good, I assumed, so I ignored it.” He gulped.

Was she really…okay with that?

He literally did things a creep and a stalker would do.

He wasn’t taking pictures but he was sketching her every time.

Wasn’t that…

Creepy to her?

“Hm?” Alice suddenly got close and reached her hand towards his face.

He shut his eyes, instinctively thinking she was going to hit him but instead, she brushed her hand through his hair, allowing a full view of his face.

Her eyes were fixed on his and though he could not see it, her right eye glowed blue as she stared at the mana around his heart.

Then, she smiled, “It’s pretty.” She said and his heart bolted a marathon in that split second.

His eyes trembled in shock and confusion.

What was she suddenly talking about?

What was beautiful?

Was she talking about him?

Was he beautiful?

He didn’t understand.

“Your mana glows like a red rose, and the color is super pretty too.

A burning rose.

That’s rare.” She glanced up at him, his heart beating monstrously.

“Y-you…

You can…

You can see my mana?” He asked in a stutter, surprised and at the same time overwhelmed, and then she snapped out of it.

“Ops, my bad.

You’re not supposed to know that.” She said.

“I got carried away for a minute there, haha.” “N-no, it’s okay.” He said.

“You can look all you want.

I don’t mind.” “It’s okay.

I’ve already seen it.

But…” Her eyes fell on his notebook.

“Is the reason why your drawing is so beautiful because your mana is like that?” She asked, and he looked down at where she was looking to find a page of her opened.

He immediately flushed.

“This…

This is…” He was frantic and she laughed.

“It’s not my skills or my mana that’s beautiful.

It’s the light of the person that makes the drawing beautiful.” Alice was confused but she decided to go along with it.

“Nicholas.” The boy suddenly said, introducing himself.

“My name is Nicholas.” “Well, Nicholas,” Alice let out a friendly smile as she stretched her hand for a handshake.

“It’s nice to meet you.

I’m…” “Alice,” he completed her words, reaching his hand out to shake her.

“You’re Alice.” “Haha, I guess everyone knows me.” She said, sailing her hair back again as it had become a habit of some sort.

“So, will you show me now?

What is it you’re always working on when staring at me?

Is it just that drawing?

I’m very curious and impatient, so tell me already.

Is that it?” “No, there…

There’s more.” Nicholas was embarrassed about someone seeing his art and his writing but if he didn’t show it to the one person who set his heart ablaze, who would he show it to in the end?

Nicholas showed Alice the drawings as well as the stories he wrote of her.

They were more like poetry, and this sort of thing was meant to bore Alice, but it didn’t.

Maybe it was because the one in the drawings and the story was her.

Maybe it was because they were drawn and written so beautifully that she was captivated.

Or maybe…

It was because of how enthusiastic Nicholas acted when he explained it all to her.

“Your art makes me seem so beautiful and captivating.” Alice said, adjusting her glasses a bit.

Her glasses obstructed her features a bit but he was able to sharply define them on paper with his pen.

“I told you, it’s not my art that makes it beautiful.

It’s the light of the person I set my mind to draw that makes it…” A gentle breeze blew and he smiled.

“…

beautiful.” If time could stop at this very moment, Nicholas would wish for nothing more.

The chance to talk to his muse.

The chance to see her up close, smiling and equally excited about his art.

The chance to be called beautiful, even if it seemed like a misunderstanding of some sort.

He treasured all of it.

“Um, Alice, I…” But alas…

“Alice,” a familiar voice interrupted him and they both looked down to see it was Leo.

“What are you doing up there?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Author_fredah Hey oh, this guy is completely smitten.

But is it love or just admiration?

Who can tell me cause I think I’ve lost a hold on this character as well