I Am The Game's Villain



As the group leading the way entered the scene, it became clear that it was the Second Year White Class making their grand entrance.

Leading the procession was their homeroom teacher, another elf hailing from the Teraquin House, none other than Gamir Teraquin. If memory served right, he was the younger sibling of the Teraquin Queen, and to put it bluntly, a bastard in more ways than one. It wasn't a surprise considering the reputation that the Teraquin House carried. Unfortunately, it seemed that there were no redeeming adults within that House.

Following a step behind was a girl of striking beauty. Her lustrous green hair cascaded down to her shoulders, framing innocent shimmering blue eyes. This captivating figure was none other than Sephira Lefia Teraquin, a [Sub-Heroine] of the [Second Game]. Yet, despite her stunning appearance, she walked with a slight bow of her head, her expression harboring an enigmatic blend of emotions.

But who could blame her?

Being a part elf within the Teraquin lineage was a fate laden with hardship. The teacher, Gamir Teraquin, was also her foster father, a fact that likely contributed to her internal struggles. And there was Allen Teraquin, a cousin by blood, casting disdainful glances her way as expected. It was a truly disheartening situation, given the House's infamous reputation.

Soon, a figure with an attention-grabbing grin made his entrance. Exuding an aura of wild handsomeness, he effortlessly drew the eyes of girls around. His dark hair, stylishly tousled, matched his persona as he ambled forward with a nonchalant demeanor. This was Rodolf Moonfang, not only a younger sibling of a Monarch but also Roda Moonfang's uncle, being the youngest brother of Roda's father.

His strength was palpable, even from a distance.

Unlike the Heroines and Victor I had encountered so far, who concealed their strength with adept finesse, Rodolf seemed to disregard any need for subtlety. He was extremely strong. I could feel it. There was no denying it – the people of Sancta Vedelia were indeed a step ahead in the realm of strength, surpassing the capabilities of ordinary humans. A fact that I took to heart, especially considering that Rodolf was a [Pretender].

Rodolf scanned the surroundings, his fierce grin speaking volumes about his character. Bright yellow eyes, ablaze with confidence, landed on Cylien, who was engaged in a genteel chat with Celeste. It was a dynamic that didn't deter him in the slightest. Without hesitation, he bypassed his teacher with a sense of urgency and made a beeline for Cylien.

With his characteristic grin, Rodolf materialized within Cylien's field of vision, his presence almost magnetic. "How are you, Cylien?" he greeted, his voice a mixture of warmth and charisma.

However, his audacious approach did not escape Celeste's notice, and she voiced her displeasure. "Rodolf, aren't you being rather impolite? I was in the middle of a conversation with Cylien," she rebuked, her irritation evident in her tone.

With an air of carefree charm, Rodolf shrugged off her objection. "Oh, come on, Celeste. You've had your fair share of time. I also have things to discuss with Cylien," he responded, his eyes firmly fixed on Cylien's perfect face.

Cylien's leaf-green eyes held a trace of amusement as she watched her friends exchange words. "I'm fine, Rodolf. Thanks," she replied, her tone cordial and composed.

Incidentally, her amused smile seemed to possess an uncanny ability to inflict critical damage on the male population, including Rodolf himself.

"As expected of you, Cylien. How about-"

"Oh! Amelia!" Cylien's attention shifted from Rodolf to a newcomer, a girl with reddish-brown hair whose beauty was undeniably on par with her own.

'Another [Sub-Heroine],' I thought, recognizing the girl.

Amelia Dolphis, hailing from the Great Dolphis House, arrived from the Silver Class, her presence warmly welcomed by Cylien's smile. Given their shared lineage, it wasn't surprising that they were acquainted. The Dolphis House, along with the Zestella and Olphean Houses, represented the High Humans, forming the trio of Great Houses within that category.

Amelia's bottle-green eyes sparkled upon spotting Celeste, a testament to their camaraderie. The trio of strikingly captivating women commanded the attention and admiration of the male onlookers, leaving them breathless and captivated. However, just as the spectators might have believed that they had witnessed the ultimate showcase of beauty, another wave of excitement rippled through the crowd.

The focus shifted to the last two individuals in the White Class group. The ethereal presence of a young woman with raven-black hair and entrancing crimson eyes drew audible gasps. Eyes flickered back and forth between her and Selene Janet Tepes, noting the uncanny resemblance between the two.

This remarkable beauty was none other than Elizabeth Amaya Tepes, Selene's younger twin sister and the last [Main Heroine] of the [Second Game]. Despite the shared resemblance, Elizabeth's demeanor was worlds apart from Selene's chilly expression. A radiant smile adorned her flawless pale visage as she exuded an aura of kindness and charm. While Selene's hair cascaded freely, Elizabeth's was elegantly tied in a half-up, princess-style arrangement. The sisters' choice of attire also differed, with Elizabeth's skirt modestly reaching her knees, in stark contrast to Selene's more revealing ensemble. Twins in appearance, their personalities and facial expressions were strikingly divergent.

Walking in Elizabeth's wake was a man who could easily be mistaken for her attendant, given the way he lingered a step behind her. However, appearances could be deceiving. This was none other than Cain Redgrave, a [Pretender] who, despite not belonging to a Great House, held prominence among vampires.

Cain's presence by Elizabeth's side was more than mere proximity. They had a history, and his unrequited love for her since childhood kept him close. A [Pretender] like Cain was not easily deterred, and his feelings persisted despite the odds.

I mean, he was a [Pretender] so he was really able to make her fall for him and honestly I kinda rooted for him out of pity. He was so miserable in the Game after all.

"It seems the White Class has completed its entry," I murmured, a faint smile tinged with empathy crossing my lips.

Damn…

In that moment, realization dawned upon me: John had likely been assigned to the dreaded Gold Class, the most twisted class of all the Academy's ones.

I should really feel bad about him but I felt more curious about how he was going to deal with those guys.

"..."

Victor's expression had taken on a tinge of bitterness after his interaction with Alicia. His earnest desire to mend the strained relationship between her and their father weighed heavily on his heart. He blamed himself to a certain extent, believing that his existence was the root cause of their separation. In reality, while his feelings were not completely unfounded, the true blame rested with James Raven's actions.

Breaking through his thoughts was Selene, her presence casting a chill in the air. Seeking clarity, she inquired, "What were you two talking about?"

Victor hesitated, choosing not to divulge the true nature of his conversation with Alicia. "Ah... Selene. We were discussing her class," he replied, offering a half-truth. "It seems we've ended up in the same class again."

Selene's response was laced with an undertone of discontent. "Are you disappointed?" Her eyes, momentarily cold, bore into Victor.

Perplexed by Selene's question, Victor chuckled. "Why would I be? With Celeste and Cylien there, it's nice to have familiar faces in the class."

Celeste and Cylien were known to Victor for a long time, and he considered them friends. However, Selene's disapproval only deepened. "Celeste is in our class again. Is she merely a friend to you?"

Caught off guard by Selene's line of questioning, Victor offered a quick response. "Yeah, she's a friend, Selene."

"...really?" This answer didn't satisfy Selene, whose gaze intensified. Closing the distance between them, she extended her hand toward Victor's cheek in an oddly intimate gesture.

"H-Hey, Selene?" Victor's confusion was palpable, but he didn't pull away from her touch.

Her nails traced a delicate path along his cheek as she spoke, her tone carrying a warning. "Don't make me angry-"

Interrupting her, a hand swiftly seized Selene's arm, drawing her away. It was none other than her twin sister, Elizabeth, who had intervened.

"What are you doing, Selene?" Elizabeth's voice held a calm but unmistakable reproach as she glanced at her sister.

The response came with a hint of defiance from Selene. "This is my question, sister..."

Elizabeth's attention shifted to Victor, her demeanor shifting as she cast him a gentle smile. "I apologize, Victor. I'm borrowing Selene for a moment."

"Sure," Victor agreed, still somewhat baffled by the sudden exchange.

Damn…

This was truly exciting to observe.