I Am The Game's Villain

I pondered my options, my gaze shifting to Selene, seemingly ordinary as she prepared to ruthlessly steal Victor's innocence. Victor, blissfully naive, laughed and joked around, unaware of the impending danger.

In the worst-case scenario, I might have to confront Selene directly. I couldn't allow her to take a destructive path, especially considering my own family problems already demanded my attention.

"Hey."

"?" I turned my attention forward and found a blue-haired elf. A single glance revealed his formidable strength. Clearly not a student, he stood taller and more robust than me, easily concealing me from view. He served as Alvara's personal guard and attendant, a role typically reserved for third-rate nobles showcasing their strength. Great nobles like Alvara, however, brought guards for more pragmatic reasons, often handling tasks that were beneath their dignity, such as defeating weaker opponents.

An extremely proud individual, Alvara avoided dirtying her hands in battles against those weaker and lower in status. Hence, the guard accompanying her, Ryo, possessed an overwhelming presence, capable of subduing anyone outside the main cast with his powerful mana.

"Move away," he demanded, exerting pressure that could be dangerous if directed towards anyone else. However, these guys didn't care about the consequences.

I met his gaze calmly, recognizing his immense strength.

Ryo, the guard, furrowed his brow, annoyance evident on his face as he reached out to grab me. But before he could...

"Ryo?" A soft, melodious voice interrupted him.

Ryo stepped aside, revealing the ethereal beauty and his Princess, Alvara.

Her eyes briefly flickered toward me, conveying everything in that fleeting moment. In that brief gaze, I sensed nothing but repulsion from her towards a half like me. I was nothing in her eyes but the fact that she even looked at me, told me that she wasn't completely oblivious of me. Without a doubt because I was related to Connor and Christina. From what I heard she couldn't do whatever she wanted last year because of them, especially Connor.

"Let's leave, Ryo. We shouldn't disturb people," Alvara said, gracefully twirling her golden umbrella. She walked past me, deliberately creating distance to avoid any contact. The sweet scent of her presence filled the cafeteria, and everything about her exuded an air of sweetness.

Ryo, her guard, walked ahead of her. Lykhor Elaryon followed without sparing a glance in my direction.

It piqued my interest.

I couldn't help but smirk at this brief interaction.

And then, everything shifted.

Alvara abruptly halted her steps, tilting slightly her head aside, moving her umbrella to reveal her neon yellow-green eyes that flickered slightly, as if peering through my soul. I swiftly erased my smirk, but it seemed she had noticed, as her usual cold smile disappeared—an incredibly rare sight.

What kind of monstrous presence was that?

I sensed an aura reminiscent of Zeus and Laima when they were enraged.

The entire cafeteria fell into an unexpected silence as all eyes turned toward us. I remained silent, meeting her gaze without uttering a word.

Alvara, with her unreadable expression, turned her gaze away without saying anything. The others followed suit, but Lykhor shot me a scowl.

I ignored him and exited the cafeteria, leaving the hushed atmosphere behind.

…

"I'm late," Alicia replied, attempting to leave. However, Adrian abruptly grabbed her arm, the one not holding her book, and forcefully slammed it against the wall. Alicia, maintaining her grip on her book with her other hand, continued to stare at Adrian without showing much emotion.

Adrian's smile widened as he pressed his face against Alicia's pale neck, visible since she was as always tying her hair in a ponytail.

Unable to bear witness to this disturbing scene any longer, I quickened my pace.

"..." Adrian separated slightly, glancing at me with a cold stare. "Get the hell out."

As I walked past them, I briefly glanced at Alicia, who met my gaze briefly. There wasn't a hint of helplessness in her expression. She seemed entirely indifferent, averting her gaze to nothing. Any normal girl would have shown some expression seeking help, but not her.

Whatever.

I had nothing to do with her, and I trusted Victor to deal with that guy in due time.

Ignoring Adrian's words, I continued walking. Adrian scoffed, not waiting for me, and once again buried his face in Alicia's neck.

"Ah..." Alicia let out an uncomfortable noise, closing her eyes.

What kind of a person was he?

I thought, thoroughly disgusted.

"Stop that!!"

I opened my eyes wide and turned around and so Adriana and Alicia.

It was Celeste.

She appeared furious.

Marching angrily toward them, she firmly grasped Alicia's arm, pulling her away from Adrian's grasp.

"You're disgusting, Adrian," she spat with contempt, glaring at him. "How can you ever do that to her?"

Adrian snorted in response. "She's my fiancée. I have every right to do whatever I want with her—"

Before he could finish, Celeste raised her hand to slap him, but he quickly seized her arm.

With a stern look, he spoke. "I don't want to harm Cyril's woman, so leave."

"Shut up," Celeste retorted, shaking off his hand of her arm. The mention of Cyril only fueled her anger further. "You're not that different from him in the end. Both disgusting men."

Adrian chuckled and shook his head. "Whatever, Celeste, but the truth is that Alicia belongs to me. You're just a bother between us. Who are you to stick your nose between me and her?"

"Alicia doesn't belong to you, Adrian," Celeste declared, narrowing her eyes. An icy aura began to envelop her.

"Celeste." Unexpectedly, Alicia's calm voice rang out from behind her. She looked at Celeste calmly before speaking. "Senior Adrian is my fiancé. This is the truth."