I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 416  [Event] [Semester-Exam At Vanadias] [4] Meeting The Teraquinʼs Royals

”I welcome all of you to my kingdom.”

Harvey and James stepped forward with a graceful precision, placing their hands over their chests and bowing their heads respectfully. ”Your Majesty.”

I noticed that all the students around me followed suit, mimicking the gesture with varying degrees of elegance. Even Rodolf, who usually seemed to disregard rules, bowed his head—no doubt his upbringing as a prince was kicking in.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp whisper, almost a hiss, from a few classmates away. ”Amael!”

It was Victor. He was signaling for me to bow my head and perform the customary greeting. But I feigned ignorance, keeping my gaze firmly fixed on the Queen. This was the woman who had turned her back on my mother when she needed help the most, even voting against her help. I couldnʼt bring myself to show her any respect.

Around me, my classmates exchanged anxious glances, their faces pale as they silently pleaded with me to bow. Their eyes practically screamed at me to lower my head and avoid any unnecessary trouble, but I remained straight.

Queen Tanyaʼs gaze swept across the hall, taking in the sight of all the bowed heads. Inevitably, her eyes landed on me—the one person who dared to stand upright, unbowed. Her greenish-yellow eyes briefly flashed a golden hue, reminiscent of Alvaraʼs, before she spoke again.

”Raise your heads,” she said.

There was a collective sigh of relief as everyone straightened up.

Harvey offered a warm smile as he spoke. ”Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty. It is truly fitting for royalty. We deeply appreciate the efforts made to ensure our comfort.”

”I am delighted to hear that,” Tanya replied, her voice carrying a note of pride. ”Vanadias is the most beautiful city in Sancta Vedelia. I hope that during your short stay here, you will come to understand why.”

Her words were undeniably arrogant, especially in front of figures like Harvey Indi Zestella and James Raven, who represented other powerful nations. Yet, I had to admit, there was truth in her claim. Of all the capitals I had seen, Vanadias was indeed the most breathtaking.

”We are very much looking forward to it,” Professor Raven responded with a respectful nod.

”As you should be,” Tanya replied, casting a glance at Toran, who immediately turned and exited through the same door she had entered.

While we waited for Toranʼs return, Tanya engaged Harvey and James in a discussion about recent events in the kingdom and the current state of security. The conversation was cordial. It was clearly not the first time those three met and spoke to each other.

After a few minutes, Toran returned, and Tanya quickly addressed us.

”I would like to introduce you to the royalty of my Kingdom. Some of them may already be familiar to you.”

As she spoke, several figures entered the hall, their footsteps echoing off the alabaster floor. They were dressed in elegant royal attire.

Among them, I recognized familiar faces—Kendel, Sephira, and Allen. But they werenʼt the only ones. There were new faces as well.

Kendel was the first to step forward.

”I am the First Prince, Kendel Teraquin,” he announced simply. Today, he wore attire far removed from the academyʼs uniform, a regal ensemble that made him look every inch the elven prince he was meant to be.

Next up was Allen, who introduced himself with a faint smile. ”Second Prince, Allen Teraquin.” His usual arrogance seemed to have vanished, replaced by a more subdued demeanor.

Where had his trademark smirk gone? Ah, thatʼs right—I broke it. The memory made the corners of my lips twitch with a hint of satisfaction.

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Shaddap.

A new face appeared next in line. ”Third Prince, Glamir Teraquin,” introduced a young elf with green hair, his smile charming. He seemed slightly younger than Kendel, but there was a confident air about him.

Glamirʼs gaze swept over our group, lingering on the girls, particularly on Celes, Elizabeth, Selene, and Amelia—the ones who stood out the most for their beauty. His lingering stare was bold, almost provocative, as if he were deliberately looking to stir trouble.

Amused, I watched John step protectively in front of Amelia, shielding her from Glamirʼs wandering eyes. She blushed at the gesture. Meanwhile, Victor seemed blissfully unaware of the tension, though Selene wasnʼt; she quickly took his hand, claiming her territory.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, seemed utterly indifferent to Glamirʼs gaze, her expression unreadable, while Celes crossed her arms and shifted uncomfortably. It was as if these guys forgot all about their supposed elven superiority when faced with the allure of world-class beauties.

Yet, despite Glamirʼs outward charm, I noticed a flicker of disdain in his eyes when he looked at anyone who wasnʼt elven or royal. It reminded me of the hatred Alvara and Kendel harbored for other races, though Kendelʼs disdain had always been more overt.

Next, a young girl stepped forward, likely around my age, though perhaps a bit younger. She had long green hair and matching green eyes, her figure more developed than one might expect, drawing the lecherous gazes of some of my more foolish male classmates.

How are they any different from that sleazy elf? ”Second Princess, Neia Teraquin,” she introduced herself. The fake warmth in her smile faded the moment she noticed the inappropriate stares from the boys, replaced by a look of disgust that reminded me of Alvara. However, Neiaʼs disdain wasnʼt quite as intense as Alvaraʼs; it was more of a mild repulsion.

In conclusion, it seemed that Glamirʼs children were also racist.

Finally, Sephira made her entrance. She was dressed in a beautiful gown, but her expression was tense, her movements stiff. ”Sephira Teraquin,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Notably, she didnʼt mention her title as a princess or even fully embrace her last name, hesitating for a moment before saying it.

There were probably other princes and princesses from different branches of the royal family, but these seemed to be the key figures. What surprised me most was that Tanya allowed Sephira to introduce herself at all. Did she harbor some genuine care for Sephira, or was it all just a bluff to deflect the kingdomʼs racist reputation? Perhaps it was a bit of both.

Of course, Gamir was nowhere to be seen. I couldnʼt blame him—getting thoroughly humiliated by his niece was likely a blow too painful to bear in public. And speaking of Alvara, who was supposed to be the face of the Teraquin house, she didnʼt make an appearance either.

It was clear—she despised us.

”The Exam may start tomorrow, but until then, there are plenty of things for you to learn—starting with the culture of our kingdom. Toran, lead them to the museum,” Queen Tanya ordered.

”Yes, Your Majesty,” Toran responded with a respectful bow.

”And Glamir, Neia, Allen, and Sephira will accompany you as well,” Tanya added, standing up and casting a glance at Harvey. ”Lord Zestella, we need to discuss matters.”

Harvey met her gaze with equal seriousness, nodding as he followed the Queen, leaving Professor Raven to oversee the rest of us.

As soon as Tanya departed, Neia Teraquin approached Lykhor. ”Lord Lykhor, what a pleasant surprise,” she giggled, her eyes gleaming as she started a conversation with him.

Lykhor returned her smile, though his eyes scanned the room. ”Do you know where Alvara is?” He asked.

Neiaʼs smile faltered for a brief moment before she regained her composure. ”My elder sister isnʼt feeling well and is resting.”

”A shame,” Lykhor replied, his voice tinged with disappointment.

”Do not worry about Elder Sister,” Neia said, moving closer to Lykhor, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. ”Letʼs talk—itʼs been a while, after all.”

Meanwhile, Sephira hesitated on the sidelines until Sirius Raven, with his characteristic confidence, called her over. It was a bold move, but as a prince of the Raven family, Sirius was untouchable. No one would dare to speak against him from the Teraquinʼs side.

As the group mingled, Glamir approached Amelia with a dazzling smile. ”May I know your name, Miss?” He asked, his voice smooth as silk.

Before Amelia could answer, John stepped forward annoyed.

”Amelia,” he said before narrowing his eyes. ”Amelia Tarmias.”

”Huh?!” I couldnʼt help but cough, caught off guard by Johnʼs unexpected boldness, much like everyone else around us.

Ameliaʼs face turned a deep shade of crimson, her lips quivering as she looked at John. She seemed ready to sink into the ground from sheer embarrassment.

Damn, John—youʼve sure grown up. I could never muster the courage to say something so straightforward and embarrassing at the same time.

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Please, I donʼt need to die of embarrassment right now.

Yet, despite the awkwardness, Johnʼs words had the desired effect. Glamirʼs confident demeanor cracked for a split second, his cheeks twitching before he quickly moved on to find another target for his attention.

Lastly, there was Allen, quietly trailing behind everyone else, not engaging in any conversation. When he noticed me watching him, his face drained of color, and he immediately averted his gaze, making sure to keep as much distance from me as possible.

Figures.