I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 236 [Event] [Entrance Day] [3] Second Year Silver Class

Following Aliciaʼs impressive entrance, the rest of the students in her class seemed rather ordinary. None could match the attention she had garnered.

Roda Moonfang, who had attracted nearly as much attention as Alicia, ended up in the Silver Class, while Allen was placed in the last class, the White Class. These three were undoubtedly the leaders among the First Years. Incidentally, there were only three classes for each year.

Curiosity gnawed at me regarding Alicia, so I turned to John for information. ”Do you know anything about her?”

”No, donʼt ask me about anything from the Game and the subsequent ones. I just skipped through all the scenes,” John replied nonchalantly.

I couldnʼt help but twitch an eyebrow at his response. ”Then youʼll have to rely on my rather fuzzy memories.”

”Or we can just ignore her,” John suggested.

”True, but she still plays an important role, even though we donʼt see it from Victorʼs perspective. In my playthrough, I didnʼt bother to mend their relationship, so Iʼm in the dark,” I explained.

After the First Years were sorted into their respective classes, they were led to the banquet hall for a celebratory feast. It was a way for the new students to get to know their seniors and vice versa. Additionally, since it was the first day, classes werenʼt scheduled to begin immediately.

”Good afternoon, everyone. Iʼm Harvey Indi Zestella, and Iʼll be the teacher for the Second Year Silver Class.”

Ah, I remembered this man from earlier.

”Victorʼs teacher, right?” John also recognized him.

”Next is Cylien Najel Elaryon.” Harvey continued, addressing a [Main Heroine] from the [Second Game], also known as the Elaryon Princess.

Cylien stepped forward, her beauty otherworldly. Her hair, a mesmerizing shade of ashen gold, was swept back to reveal her pointed elven ears and the graceful curve of her neck. Despite her confidence, an innate air of innocence surrounded her, radiating from her leaf-green eyes. Unlike many of the other girls, she opted for a long white skirt, modestly covering her legs, in contrast to those who favored shorter attire.

Harveyʼs smile remained as he read the next name on his list. ”Celeste Indi Zestella.”

Melfina, who stood behind him, also seemed to be smiling. Right next to her was a young man with also white hair who was smiling as well.

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd as another stunning beauty emerged onto the stage. Just like the day before, Celeste looked absolutely enchanting, her smile equally captivating but tinged with a hint of pride this time.

”Theyʼre likely calling the students in order of their ranks,” John mused.

”But we werenʼt even here last year. Where would we fall?” I wondered aloud.

”No idea,” John shrugged.

In Victorʼs class, Cylien seemed to hold the top spot, closely followed by Celeste. This arrangement wasnʼt too surprising, considering both were exceptionally intelligent and hailed from Great Noble Houses. It was only fitting that they ranked at the top.

Celeste joined Cylien, engaging her in a friendly conversation. As children from the Great Noble Houses, they all knew each other, albeit not to the extent we did in Celesta. Nonetheless, they werenʼt strangers. In fact, Celeste and Cylien seemed to be friends.

”Victor Raven!” Victorʼs name was called, and as expected, the typical chorus of girlish squeals erupted throughout the hall. Victor strode confidently forward and joined the trio of Celeste and Cylien, engaging in a lively conversation with them. Given his status as a Great Noble, he was already familiar with them, particularly Cylien.

”Heʼs already building his harem,” John commented.

”Are you feeling jealous? This is his game,” I asked.

”Jealous? No way. Frankly, let him build his harem and letʼs just speed through this game,” John retorted. ”Iʼd rather not have you repeat the Jayden debacle by involving yourself too much.”

”Iʼd prefer not having anyone left frozen in place for his sisterʼs sake,” I snorted. ”I donʼt intend to repeat what happened with Jayden and Milleia. Iʼll let Victor and his Heroines do their thing, but we do need to befriend the Prophetess to secure the Happy Ending.”

”Iʼm onboard with that, but I have no clue who she might be. In my playthrough, it was Roda,” John admitted.

The Prophetess was one of the four Main Heroines: Celesta, Roda, Cylien, or Elizabeth.

”Selene Janet Tepes.”

A sudden chill settled over the room as that name was called, the same name associated with the [Villainess] of the [Second Game]. The sound of footsteps echoed as Selene made her way forward, her raven-black hair dancing with every step. Her cold, crimson gaze added to her eerie beauty as she advanced with an air of detachment.

Selene was the [Villainess], but she also happened to be the twin sister of the last [Main Heroine]. Unsurprisingly, she hailed from a Great House too—the Tepes House, alongside the Raven House, representing the might of the Vampires.

I didnʼt need to explain further that she was also drop-dead gorgeous, catching the breath of every man in the room. As if it wasnʼt enough, her skirt was high enough to get a proper look at her long pale white legs.

Selene joined the trio of Celeste, Cylien, and Victor, her focus solely on Victor. In simple terms, she was infatuated with Victor to an almost terrifying degree—akin to Laylaʼs obsession with the Prince, but with a twist. While Layla had fixated on the Prince, this time, the Villainess herself had fallen for the Protagonist. Sounds like good news, right? No potential for chaos?

Wrong.

Victor wasnʼt Jayden, readily accepting the attention of any world-toppling beauty. He had standards, and unfortunately for Selene, she didnʼt match them. Selene was consumed by an intense, almost vampiric obsession with Victor. Moreover, she despised any woman who dared approach him, attempting to eliminate them at all costs—a surefire way to make Victor loathe her. Trust me, her obsession was truly something else. If you compared Laylaʼs previous fixation on Alfred, Seleneʼs obsession with Victor could be classified as nightmarish.

As if destiny were playing tricks on them, they all ended up in the same class. Bloodshed was a distinct possibility in that classroom, given the situation.

Following that, the names that were called out were mostly unremarkable, prompting me to breathe a sigh of relief. I really didnʼt have any interest in joining those groups; for one, Seleneʼs presence was a major deterrent, but also, I wasnʼt too keen on being in a class with Victor and his closely-knit circle of friends. I was more comfortable remaining an outsider—after all, I had already faced enough trouble and annoyance with my own group of childhood friends last year in Celesta.

”It seems weʼre either headed for the White or Gold Class,” I mumbled.

Johnʼs expression twisted slightly. ”The Gold class... thatʼs a nightmare.”

And I couldnʼt agree more.

The Second Year Gold Class was infamous for being the worst of the lot. It was populated by psychos, racists, and all sorts of supremacists. For someone like me and John, it would undoubtedly be an incredibly unpleasant experience.

”Good luck with the ʼlesser humans,ʼ then,” I retorted with a chuckle aimed at John.

He shot me a sideways glance, unfazed. ”Iʼm Half. My mother is a High Human.”

”Aunt Alyssa, a High Human?” I echoed, utterly dumbfounded.

”Yeah, otherwise, why do you think she was such good friends with your mother, Aunt Oryanna, and Aunt Olivia?” John shrugged nonchalantly.

”Aunt Olivia is a High Human too...?”

John nodded. ”Yeah, Layla and Miranda are also Half High Human. Werenʼt you aware of that?”

I was left without words, my surprise evident. Now I finally understood the peculiar bond between my mother and Aunt Olivia, as well as Aunt Alyssaʼs connection to them.

”If we end up in the Gold Class, weʼre in this together,” John stated, his tone annoyed. ”But the best outcome would be the White Class.”

He had a point.

Of the three classes, the White Class was the most appealing for me, despite the potential annoyance from some of the students there.

Please, I thought silently, just let me end up in the White Class.

”Amael Idea Olphean.”

”Huh?” I blinked in surprise, Harveyʼs steady gaze fixed on me.

”Amael Idea Olphean,” he repeated, his tone neutral.

John nudged me with his elbow. ”Itʼs you, Edward.”

”Get rid of that hidden smug smile, you jerk,” I cursed John before I took a deep breath and walked forward as calmly as I could manage.

Of course…

I should have foreseen it.

I should have fucking foreseen it.

Lady Luck has never been on my damn side.