Chapter 7: A skinny, sickly twink? Really?
Bathroom related issues were not forgotten, but Cass had to take a moment to gather himself. Sam noticed that something was wrong, but held his tongue.
It was one of the few times that he did, and Cass was surprised. Another point in the good henchmen category. He had a semi reasonable ability to read the room.
"I will manage from here, Sam. I'll call for you when I need you again." Cass told him. Sam hesitated for a minute, before he released the hold he had on Cass. Even Cass could understand why he was hesitating.
Lord Blackburn's already pale features had gone paler when Cass had realised who he was. Fucking hell.
Cass watched Sam leave through the mirror before his gaze turned back to the haunted looking face staring back at him. No wonder he looked haunted. He was. By the reality that he was the villain. Did the "gods" want him to prevent his death at the end of the story? Or him stealing the holy item?
Cass didn't know. He wasn't even fully sure if he was remembering the story correctly. Whatever power the "god" said he would give him hadn't kicked in yet. Did he need to remember the title of the story? If that was the case, he was fucked.
Genuinely.
He could kiss any help goodbye. He was awful at titles, but he could tell you major character names and events that happened in the story. But he never cared about what a book was called.
Plus, at some point, all the books his sister forced him to read all blurred together. She had a type, the same way he did, but she hadn't ever changed hers. At least when she'd thrusted the reverse harem novel into his hands he had enjoyed it. Up until the last ark.
He'd gotten pretty fed up with how forgiving the heroine was of all the awful shit one of her husbands had pulled. Betraying villains are supposed to be secret. He was so blatant it wasn't even funny. All of the other characters knew he was a bad guy.
For fucks sake, he had red eyes! That was the most classic 'I'm evil' look available. The flip was that he had white hair instead of black hair. Being built like a stick wasn't anything new or unique, but it did worry Cass since he was now in this body. Why was he so thin? What was wrong with him?