MORGEN FAUST

Dark long hair in a ponytail, soft facial structure, and fair skin— that is Morgen Faust, the twin brother of Nacht Faust. He only had a short appearance in the anime, but that's enough for me.

"Hello," I nicely butter myself to him. "Nice to meet you, I am Aaron."

Is there a need for me to befriend this guy? No, it is personal curiosity. I possess a lot of interest in characters that rarely show themselves in anime. It is something like an obsession with collecting hidden characters, I guess.

Morgen is well receptive to my self-introduction. "Hi, my name is Morgen Faust. Just call me Morgen." That was expectant for his personality. Though Morgen is also a side character like Drouot, Morget's significance is much greater in the story. That's why I have more information about him than I was initially expecting.

"Ahem," Morgen fakely coughs in my direction and points out my trouble. "Are you okay, that's a lot of anti-birds."

Anti-birds are a species of birds that are sensitive to mana. They are flocking to me like hyenas in heat. I was enduring their presence all this time, but these stupid little things are getting a bit aggressive. Hey, birdie, why are you trying to go inside my shirt?

With my poker face, I answer Morgen's concern. "I will be fine, they ain't pecking yet anyway." I feel something moving in my waist.

Looking down, I see this bulge in my crotch. This is another deadly conundrum. Should I touch it? Maybe it will go away on its own? If not, then this stupid birdie will be there for a long time. Hmmm… Should I open my pants, just a peek?

Taking too much to think, people start to notice the commotion I was causing. From what I can see, they are trying hard not to mention the anti-birds that are getting verily intimate with me. But all too of a sudden a troublemaker just has to appear.

"Ki-ki-ki~ki~" Jack the ripper comes to rip my mood. "What's that bulge? Arousal?" That bastard just has to light the fire under my crotch.

"Hey, who is that?"

"So many anti-birds!"

"He must've so little mana…"

Yeah, gossip all you want, as if I care. Duh? Sigh… I can now much more sympathize with Asta. At least I manage to experience the protagonist's perspective in a roundabout manner.

I leave the bulge in my crotch alone. I might as well roll with it. Like what they say, man up. Landing my arm on Morgen's shoulder, I start my befriending attempt at him. "Hey, hey, Faust, right? That's an awesome household!" I don't know what is going on with me. Maybe at the back of my mind, I have this selfish desire of wanting to save Morgen.

Morgen's fate in the anime was an early death at the age of about eighteen or nineteen years old. I don't remember exactly his age canon-wise, but at least after the next four years to come, the person 'Morgen' will definitely die.

Why wanting to save Morgen is selfish? It is because by doing that, I might ruin the original story of Black Clover. Maybe saving the life of one innocent man, then... things might lead to irresistible consequences that will forever reshape this world. I don't know if it's just me self-rationalizing things, but I feel like a ticking time bomb while walking in this world.

I am a time bomb, a singularity! I don't know exactly what a singularity is, but I can infer from the many fantasy fiction I was reading before. Singularity is something like a walking disaster that veils itself with the disillusioned crown of a 'protagonist'.

Back in my past life, I remember the staggering and increasing amount of the isekai genre where the protagonists always get the easy way out, have cheats, and all sorts of girls in their command.

In my eyes, these protagonists are just like what I was describing— a singularity. An alien existence untouchable from the world yet lives in that world.

Maybe because I was too close to him, and I was spacing out, Morgen becomes a bit panicky. "E-excuse me? I…" He looks at me with his cute doe eyes. "Sorry, but I don't swing that way."

Sorry? Swing. That. Way?

Hmmm… My mind starts reconstructing his words in my mind. Lately, I am getting dumber as if someone is using magic on me. Sigh… "Man, I also don't swing that way."

I wryly smile as I retreat from Morgen. I cannot have him going Yaoi on me, I'd rather die. Then I realize, the anti-birds were no more. I wonder why? It's not like Morgen has a very powerful mana to the point he can drive the presence of the anti-birds with his aura.

But this is relieving, those stupid birds are now gone. Maybe I can relax a little now. I stretch my arms into the air as I moan in pleasure. I feel my elbow bumping something soft. I reach for my elbow, but then instead, it reaches that soft sensation. My eyes are open and my Ki sensing is fully active, yet why am I blind to this!? What's up with me?

Grabbing the soft bouncy thing in my palm, I lightly squeeze in curiosity. I look at the person I accidentally bump into. Blue eyes and long wavy vermillion hair… gulp… red marking around her eyes, and one sharp, pronounced canine tooth. This cannot be!

"Merleo— "Before I can utter her name, Mereoleona starts grabbing me by my scalp. I was imagining she'd squeeze my cranium, but she didn't. Instead, she grabs me by throat using her other hand… and then… she starts pulling my hair with the other.

"Guk," It hurts, but why am I smiling? I feel my lips rise into a curve, and even my cheeks get warmer. What is this? Am I crying? Worst case, I might be blushing. Is the inner masochist inside me awakening? "Pw-ease, it's a misunderstanding!" I cry to the fiery woman who is lacking any womanly charms at all. "I don't even want to feel your boobs, it's not like they are really good to the touch." Wow, how did I even manage to say all that while being choked?

Mereoleona's eyes become redder in fury.

For some reason, Mereoleona is extremely hateful of me right now. The reason why all of the anti-birds must have all left is because of Mereoleona's presence. Then I remember, not all of the anti-birds really did leave me.

There is still one in my crotch.