Surviving as a Villain at the Academy

39 – A little time.

The midterm exam ended smoothly. The outcome of Ruslan and Aris was, well, as obvious as seeing it.

Both of them easily received top grades, and in Ruslan’s case, he had a close race that was almost equal to that of the professor.

The midterm exam results came out not too long ago.

What was surprising was that, contrary to my previous concerns, Ruslan took the top spot in the grade.

I actually breathed a sigh of relief at that situation. When I thought about how that was possible, Ruslan had already eaten the fairy fruit. So he would have been able to compete on an equal level with the professor.

Probably that’s where he got a much better score than me. Because simply avoiding the professor’s sword in response to it is different from facing it as an equal.

In the first place, Ruslan’s written grades were not bad. Rather, if you were at the top of your grade, you were at the top. If he had overwhelmingly received practical grades, of course he could become the top student.

Even if you only consider the original work in the first place, if your written score is half the difference, you will never be able to receive a good score in the overall grade, no matter how excellent your practical skills are.

But if Ruslan hadn’t eaten the fairy fruit, he would have been second in line. Rather, this was very fortunate for me. If things continue like this, the sub-heroine-related episodes will progress smoothly.

It was twisted and twisted here and there, but it was still better to have at least one episode that followed the flow of the original. That’s because you don’t have to worry about variables.

In a world full of variables, not having to worry about variables means that my burden is reduced. This means that the possibility of unexpected situations occurring is reduced.

So, now.

Rumors were gradually coming in that the atmosphere was unusual. The number of demonic beasts is gradually increasing, and commerce around the islands is quite threatened.

In other words, the time of demonic flood has arrived. It probably won’t happen right away, but in the near future, a flood of demons will occur and the system will be shrouded in chaos.

Ruslan had to become a hero there. I had to eat the heart of a dragon.

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With the help of Asti and various demons, the heart of the dragon can be easily eaten like a cake, but in order for Ruslan to function properly, various conditions will be needed.

Satisfying that condition was my job this time. I somehow feel like I have become the main character’s secret helper…… Well, it’s not really wrong. In the end, I had to help him in order to reach the desired conclusion amidst the twisted flow.

First of all, the most important thing in a flood of demonic beasts is to create a solo stage for Ruslan.

If Ruslan can act alone, he will receive everyone’s attention at once. The same goes for Adrian Deus.

Probably, in addition to defeating the devil this time, he will try to hand over the candlestick to Ruslan. After obtaining that candlestick, it was almost like the starting point of a full-fledged novel.

This is the time when Ruslan becomes insanely strong.

First of all, I have decided on everything to do, so I just hope that this time, like what happened a while ago, it will end as planned. As long as everything goes according to plan up to that point, it doesn’t matter if things go a bit wrong afterward.

I have delivered both of the necessary items to Ruslan, so after that I can handle matters at my own discretion. Combining the saint’s remains with Lina to make her the final boss…… Perhaps, with the help of Asti and Nebiros, it will be easy to finish.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel guilty. Especially these days, Lina has been acting quite friendly to me…… Knowingly or unknowingly, a feeling of hesitation arises little by little.

Before I was a possessed person who fell into this world, I was a person. An ordinary person who doesn’t really want to see someone close to them suffer.

As the emotional distance between me and Lina decreases, the guilt and pain I will feel at that time will probably increase.

“Why do you look at me like that, senior?”

Lina grinned for no reason. She was next to me under the pretense of driving away her ghost, and her expression was very different when she was next to me and when she was not.

She could tell right away how much she depended on me emotionally. Does he know? That I plan to use him, and perhaps even put him in great danger.

Lina and I became close friends to take advantage of each other, but people’s emotions tend to change more easily than you think. There is no such thing as a feeling that never changes.

How long will it take for us, who pretended to be friendly just to be used, to become truly close friends? Well, I guess it won’t take that long.

If you think about it, he is currently the only person other than Asti who is not prejudiced against me. Because of that, my psychological resistance towards him is weak. Even though I knew he was trying to use me.

So, we have no choice but to worry even more. One day, when I have to combine the remains of the man and the saint, I wonder if I will be able to not hesitate.

Lina, combined with the saint’s remains, eventually falls to Ruslan, who wields Saint Valencia’s candlestick.

I will save him somehow, but I can’t help but feel betrayed by him in that situation. The moment I thought we had become friends, I had no choice but to betray him.

But even though I wanted to hesitate and even though I had to hesitate, I couldn’t hesitate.

But why can’t I hesitate? Is there a clear reason? The cause of saving the world? The belief that my evil will ultimately turn into good in the end? A promise to be courteous as a writer?

Only then did I realize what my true feelings were.

No, it wasn’t. It wasn’t such a grand reason. The reason I decided to become a villain, and to try to combine the remains of Linaris Raine and her saint without hesitation…….

The reason I decided to become a villain was ultimately due to my personal selfishness.

I wanted to live. There are many important things, but the most important thing was my survival.

To be honest, everyone’s happy ending is just a rumor. There will definitely be unhappy people in it, and there will also be people who fall into misfortune because of me.

No matter what the evil or evil is, the underlying focus of all my actions was focused on my survival. Of course, I have responsibility as a writer, but having that responsibility is ultimately only possible when I am alive.

So, I had to combine Lina Lisraine with the saint’s remains.

For me to survive, I have no choice but to face Ruslan’s strong enemy.

I feel bitter. It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling to be face to face with my ugliness.

That girl who is smiling brightly and drinking a drink next to me will eventually suffer hurt and pain in some way. And that’s also because of people I gradually started to trust.

When I suddenly realized that fact, I felt uncomfortable for no reason.

* * *

“Are you worried about something? “Your face hasn’t looked good since a while ago.”

And Asti, who is sensitive to my emotions, looked at me with a slightly worried expression.

She has become increasingly friendly to me recently. In a way, Asti, like Lina, was a devil who had to suffer damage because of me. She feels bitter for no reason.

“No, it’s nothing. “I’m just not in a good mood.”

“Lie.”

“…… That’s right. It’s a lie. “But I don’t want to say more.”

“Then there is nothing we can do.”

Asti nodded her head and she quietly sat on my bed and wiggled her legs.

“Aren’t you going to ask any more questions?”

“You said you don’t want to talk?”

“…… “That’s right.”

“I understand how you feel.”

“What do you think?”

“A contradictory feeling of wanting to confide in someone, but not wanting to do so for no reason.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s why I don’t want to ask. “If you want to talk, talk, if you don’t want to talk, don’t talk.”

I can feel Asti’s consideration. Isn’t this guy too kind for a real devil? I thought it would be better to just speak frankly, so I sat next to Asti.

“I just want to say it.”

“Okay. “What happened, so?”

“Just self-hatred?”

“Self-hatred? Why?”

She looked at me as if out of nowhere.

“I mean Lina.”

“What’s wrong with her all of a sudden?”

“I told you roughly my plan before.”

Then she nodded her head as if she had roughly expected it.

“Are you trying to get Lina Lislaine to fight Ruslan by combining the remains of the saint corrupted by Nebiros?”

“Okay. Because of that, I start to worry and feel self-hatred.”

“You’re planning on saving it anyway? “Whether it’s Lina or Nebiros, there’s something we can use.”

“That’s right. However, I was afraid that he would feel betrayed by me when he was combined with the saint’s remains. “I didn’t think much of it at first, but I’ve become a bit closer to him these days.”

“That seems likely. So, are you afraid that he might hate you?”

“I’m embarrassed, but…… That’s right.”

“Well. “Do you really think he hates you?”

“What?”

“I don’t think he hates you.”

“Why?”

In response to my question, Asti put her chin on her hand and smiled strangely.

“Well?”

And that smile contained the belief that Lina would not hate me no matter what. Why can Asti make such an expression? As she stared blankly, Asti spoke to her.

“No matter how much you think about it, Prach, you don’t know much about yourself. “Isn’t that a bit disappointing?”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“You will find out someday. So, for now, it would be better to forget about unnecessary worries and focus on what needs to be done. And I guarantee you one thing, Lina will never hate you.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Persimmon. And my experience. Is this enough? At least because I’m a devil who eats emotions, I’m very sensitive to other people’s emotions. So, you can trust this.”

After saying that, Asti lay down on the bed.

“Okay, so stop worrying and sleep well today. “When your head is hot, taking a good rest also helps you organize your thoughts.”

She raised her body from the bed for a moment, then held my arm and lay down on the bed again.

As soon as I was forced to lie down on the bed, sleep came over me. It must be Asti’s magic.

Before she fell asleep, I could see her expression for a moment. She was smiling somehow sadly.