Understanding the Human Rights of Guides
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Age Gap Battle Romance Contract First Love Foreigner Guideverse Insubordination/Uprising Jealousy Love Hate Master-Student Relationship Misunderstanding/Misconception Reunion Revenge Salvation Serious SF/Future Status Difference Supernatural Powers Western
Esper Rodeo wakes up in a future ten years ahead due to a sudden time warp accident.
Surprisingly, the Espers — who had always been at the very bottom of the food chain — had risen to the top of the organization and were enjoying power, thanks to the success of the Esper Liberation Movement.
And Rodeo comes to learn that Chalice, the Guide who was both his first love and his rival — "the Hero of the Organization" — had been enduring years of painful guiding exploitation.
Even now, whenever they come face to face, they're quick to snarl at each other — yet for some reason, Rodeo finds himself proposing that Chalice register as his exclusive Guide…
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—Beep—
At that moment, Chalice's Decorker sounded once again.
In an instant, his body buckled as though he was about to collapse, and the force of it pushed the front door shut.
Rodeo reflexively caught him and pulled him close, and Chalice, hit by a wave of dizziness that swept over his vision, grabbed onto whatever his hands could reach — Rodeo's back and the hem of his clothes.
For a long while, Chalice's ragged breathing continued without pause, his hot breath striking against Rodeo's ear again and again — until, at last, it began to quiet.
"Why on earth do you live like this?"
"…Don't cross the line. Shut that mouth while I'm still being patient."
"Then let me rephrase. Why did you stand by and let the world become like this?"
Chalice's shoulders rose and fell in a slight shrug.
Rodeo looked as though he had sunk into thought — then shook his own head, as if irritated.
"If you have something to ask of me, then ask."
Rodeo squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, and looked at Chalice.
"Go ahead and say it. Isn't there something I can help you with?"
Chalice's face froze in an instant.
It was the very face Rodeo knew.
The eyes of a demon regarding its enemies on the battlefield. Irises cold as ice, and within them — a single hawk, targeting only its prey.
A coldness that permitted not a single muscle in his face to move.
Rodeo's own body stiffened as though he himself had become that prey — and yet, strangely, what he felt was something closer to relief.
Yes. This was Chalice.
Not that unrecognizable something, muffled and crumbling like a tiger with its teeth pulled — but the expression of one looking down from high above.
This was him.
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