I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 383: A New Student?



"Good morning, everyone," Harvey Indi Zestella announced as he entered the classroom. He was our teacher for the first course of the day and, rather embarrassingly, Celeste's father. I suspected he was also a daughter-con father, judging by the warm smiles he directed at Celeste, who was cringing in embarrassment, doing her best to avoid his gaze. Such was the unfortunate family dynamic Celeste had to endure. Only her grandmother seemed redeemable among her relatives.

"Before we begin, I'd like to welcome a new student to our class," he said with a smile, his gaze shifting toward the door.

The door swung open, revealing a stunning girl with long, wavy white hair and golden eyes. Of course, it was Myrcella. She had concealed her horns and now appeared entirely human, except for her outstanding beauty, which left all the males in the class gaping and whispering excitedly.

This was far from Myrcella's wish. She had stayed because I asked her to, promising to help rescue my mom in exchange for her patience. She initially planned to stay with Christina as a bodyguard, but Christina firmly refused. Instead, she insisted that Myrcella join the academy for the time being. Perhaps this was Christina's way of forcing Myrcella to rest and shift her focus. Since arriving, Myrcella had been perpetually tense and impatient to save my mom.

I understood her feelings. If it were me a year ago, I would have acted impulsively, but I had matured since then. I learned to make rational decisions without letting anger cloud my judgment.

At first, Myrcella outright refused. She had never attended any academy before. From what I knew, my parents raised her until she was old enough to leave and seek revenge against the Iris Project. Aslan Edenis Gabriel, leader of the Monarchs, stopped her rampage and convinced her to join the Monarchs.

It was understandable that she felt awkward about joining an academy, but she eventually relented to Christina's insistence. It was quite amusing to see her sulking a bit as she agreed under Christina's stern gaze. Those two were truly like sisters.

Anyway, I knew she would join the academy, but I didn't expect her to join my class! She stood there, wearing our white uniform, which fit her perfectly.

"I am Myrcella. Pleased to meet you," Myrcella said, her tone lacking any enthusiasm.

"Who's she?" Cylien asked curiously. She probably saw her at the party but was unaware of her identity.

"Hm. I wonder? I saw her with Senior Christina that day," Celeste said, glancing at me. She seemed certain I knew Myrcella.

"Well, it was a short introduction. Myrcella won't be staying for long, but I do hope you will treat her kindly as a good classmate," Harvey said. "Myrcella, please take a seat."

Herve gestured to the first rows, but Myrcella ignored him and walked straight toward me. She paused, looking at me for a moment.

"I refuse."

Ignoring me further, she took the empty seat on my left, effectively enclosing me between herself and Annabelle. Settling down, she rested her cheek on her palm and gazed out the window.

The class fell silent once more, and I felt the weight of resentful gazes from the males who blatantly showed their jealousy, forgetting my status.

"Just when I thought a beauty appeared!"

"Screw him! He already has Goddess Elizabeth, Goddess Alicia, and Goddess Celeste, and now the new Goddess too?!"

"I hate him so much!"

I felt a surge of annoyance, wanting to beat them up regardless of the professor's presence. Why were they adding more women to my so-called harem?

Celeste and Alicia?

What the hell?

Celeste, who had been looking at Myrcella, glanced at me with a frown before turning away. "Hmpf."

Now she truly thinks I am a skirt-chaser.

[<You are, though.>]

'I am not.'

It wasn't like I was purposefully chasing girls to widen my harem.

Harvey, unfortunately overhearing the part about Celeste being in my harem, glared at me. Professor, I'm your student. Please control yourself.

"Let's start," he said coldly.

...

"I think you are all already aware of the brooding war between us and the Alliance of Utopia. Is anyone unaware of it?" Harvey asked.

Myrcella raised her hand.

Really? She is a Monarch.

Well, maybe she just doesn't care about others, that's all.

"Of course," Harvey smiled. "Then could someone speak about the origins of Utopia?" He

asked.

Cylien raised her hand.

"Cylien."

"Yes," Cylien stood up, her voice steady. "Archives of the founding of Utopia can be traced back thousands of years to the warring era that mercilessly assaulted Sancta Vedelia. It was an unending era of wars between all races fighting over territories. Our ancestors were part of them: the Elves, High Humans, Werewolves, and Vampires. These four races are the ones who are still present in Sancta Vedelia today. But some races grew tired of the wars and discovered islands around Sancta Vedelia. They built boats and chose to leave Sancta Vedelia to find peace. Among them were some Werewolves, High Humans, and Vampires, as well as three communities of Elves. Distinct races even among Elves, they became the leaders of the expedition toward new lands..."

The room fell into tense silence as Cylien spoke about the three communities of Elves. I narrowed my eyes, remembering the game.

"Can someone tell us about those three specific divergent races of Elves?" Herve asked, prompting Cylien to sit down.

"Professor," Victor raised his hand.

"Yes, Victor."

"Err... I heard about the Dark Elves."

At Victor's words, all the Elves in the class contorted their faces in disgust. Herve ignored

them. "The second one?"

Selene raised her hand.

"The Blood Elves."

Everyone shivered at the mention of the Blood Elves. Everyone was aware of Utopia's secret attack on the Capital of Valachia five years ago. It was an attack led by the Blood Elves, and it was then that everyone understood who Elizabeth Tepes was. She destroyed them and was

feared as the Cold Witch of Valachia.

"And the last one?" Harvey asked.

Surprisingly, Myrcella raised her hand. There was a silence until she spoke up.

"The High Elves."

Another silence fell, and the Elves clenched their fists in a mix of frustration and something else. Cylien was the one making the most conflicted face among all of them.

The High Elves.

I closed my eyes. Scenes from the game flashed in my mind. The upcoming war would be an all-out war against Utopia and the greatest races of Elves, said to be descended from the primordial High Elves of thousands of years ago.