I Am The Game's Villain

She despised, loathed, and abhorred any physical contact, whether it came from males, females, humans, werewolves, vampires, or even other elves. The number of people she allowed near her could be counted on one hand, and none of them were male. Her own brothers weren\'t even exceptions. The only person I knew she tolerated was her mother and someone else who was also her close family.

Yes, I am speaking of Alvara Freydis Teraquin.

I am a half High Human and half human, and I had just caught her arm.

Thank God it was covered with a white glove; otherwise, it would have ended in a bloody fight.

Still, I had touched her.

Our positions were quite awkward. I was standing while she, caught completely off guard, was on the verge of falling, her body diagonally opposed to the ground, held up only by my grip on her arm.

As soon as I touched her, I felt something indescribable, even through the glove. A shiver ran down my spine, but it wasn\'t fear—it was something else. It felt like I was touching something priceless, almost divine. And I\'m not some creep, but her divine fragrance was impossible to ignore. I had noticed it when I was near her before, but this time it was overwhelming.

For a moment, time stood still, and everyone around us fell silent.

Then Alvara\'s eyes widened, her yellow-green pupils dilating and taking on a golden hue. A thick layers of greenish-gold mana slowly oozed out of her body.

Everyone stepped back as soon as they saw this phenomenon. Lykhor and Celeste were the first to retreat while I saw Elizabeth standing up with narrowed eyes. Shit.

"Sorry about that," I quickly pulled her back to her feet and jumped back. "We\'re leaving, Annabelle."

"Yes!" Annabelle cheerfully nodded, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

"What are you looking at?" I grabbed Celeste\'s arm and hurriedly left the cafeteria.

"…touched me…" I could hear Alvara\'s faint murmur, her voice devoid of any warmth and tinged with shock and disgust.

Nobody approached her as she stood alone, her head slightly lowered, eyes hidden by her mint-green bangs.

Damn, that much reaction when I didn\'t even touch her skin directly?

She really is a lost cause, isn\'t she?

"It\'s okay now!" Celeste stopped me once we reached the outskirts of the academy.

"Yeah, I think so," I said, shaking my head. "What a pain." I released Celeste\'s arm, letting out a sigh.

"You really can\'t help but annoy the people you shouldn\'t annoy, can you?" Celeste said, exasperated.

"Annoy? I bumped into her by accident and caught her from falling. She should be thankful," I shrugged my shoulders, maintaining my nonchalant demeanor.

Celeste grimaced at my arrogant words. "You are really something."

"What? Shouldn\'t you defend me rather than the racist elf?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I\'m not defending her. It\'s just…Alvara hates being touched. It\'s pathological for her; she can\'t stand it. She\'s killed people for mere touches," Celeste said, her expression conflicted.

"Don\'t worry, I know more about her than you think," I replied.

Massacring half-breeds and hybrids was her favorite hobby. At least she wasn\'t targeting the completely innocent, but even a minor infraction in her territory could lead to being burned alive under her gaze. She took pleasure in that.

Can someone really take pleasure in killing people, no matter how nasty they might be?

Wait, if it\'s Jayce, I think I would truly enjoy watching him being burned alive.

As I pondered that, Celeste reflected on my last remark about knowing Alvara well. Then, as if remembering something, she hesitated before speaking.

"Hey…can you do something for me?" She asked seriously.

"Of course, but this will be your reward for helping me out then," I said with a benevolent smile.

"You are really the worst," Celeste glared at me.

What does she want from me anyway?

"Fine," Celeste sighed and stared at me intently. "Alvara is mine."

"Huh?" I blinked twice at her words.

Alvara is mine?

She was staring at me with seriousness.

Don\'t tell me…

She\'s started swinging the other way?!

What the hell?

And now she\'s obsessed with her?

I didn\'t know how to take that revelation. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

I should just answer her nicely.

"Well, as long as you\'re happy, Celes, I won\'t say anything. But good luck trying to get her in your bed. She hates humans after all, so forget about all skinship with her," I couldn\'t help but laugh.

"…"

Celeste\'s body trembled in rage, her face turning red.

"Let me finish, idiot!"

"Stop trying to punch me already," I said, catching her fist. "Listen, I have no issue with you loving Alvara. In fact, I think you two might make an unexpected and beautiful couple. Like an impossible dream come true. I\'m just wishing you good luck in making her fall for you—"

"It\'s not that! I am not in love with her, blockhead!" Celeste punched my gut, and this time I groaned slightly.

"Ugh…then what does that mean? You clearly said that Alvara is yours, right? Only obsessed psychos would say that to another person," I said with a snort.

Celeste\'s lips curled into a twisted smirk, as if finding my words amusing. "Yeah, you\'re right, only obsessed psychos would say that."

Had she lost it?

"Anyway, can you listen to me? I just want you to repeat my words," she said.

"Repeat what?" I groaned in annoyance, sensing where she was going but not understanding why.

"Alvara is mine! I want you to say these words!"

"Hell no."

I\'d rather die than repeat those embarrassing words, especially when the name belonged to the racist, psycho, sadistic elf. Beauty aside, she was corrupted to the core.

"Why? Please, I just want to confirm something," Celeste pleaded.

"Confirm what? Whether I can die of embarrassment after uttering these words? I can do it with Layla if you want," I suggested.

"No, it must be Alvara! Just once, please, please!"

What the hell is wrong with her? She was pleading with me for such a stupid thing...

As expected, she just wanted to make fun of me, right?

But seeing how desperate she was, I relented. I had teased her a lot, so I might as well let her be happy for once.

"Alvara…is mine…" I whispered in a barely audible tone.

"What? I heard nothing!" Celeste glared.

"Alvara is mine…" I said, coughing awkwardly.

"You know what? Go wherever you want alone!" Celeste sulked, turning away, upset.

"Oh, come on!" I raised my hands in annoyance.

Still, she walked away.

Screw it!

"ALVARA IS MINE!!!" I yelled loudly, my voice echoing.

Celeste stopped, turning around in shock.

I should be the one in shock! Shocked at how embarrassing I was currently.

"Happy?" I growled.

I hope nobody heard it.

"Whoa! Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, it was Amael!"

"Does he want to die?"

"But he is an Olphean now!"

"Right, but Alvara hates humans!"

"Doesn\'t Amael hate elves too?"

"Maybe he couldn\'t resist Goddess Alvara\'s beauty after all."

"Damn, I\'m excited to see how things will unfold between them!"

"No way Goddess Alvara is marrying a human, I tell you!"

My hope was already crushed into tiny pieces as whispers reached my ears.

"H-Hey," Celeste\'s voice broke through my thoughts, her expression serious.

"What is it now?" I replied, irritation seeping into my tone.

"What do you think about Alvara?"

"What?" I blurted out, caught off guard.

"I asked, what do you think about Alvara?" she repeated.

I couldn\'t understand why she was bringing up such a question.

Was she one of those fervent readers shipping potential couples?

Celeste, hoping to sail the AmaelXAlvara ship?

Not in a thousand lifetimes.

"Nothing. Except that she\'s a racist, twisted psycho," I responded curtly, my words laced with cold detachment.

Celeste regarded me with a bemused expression. "You realize you embody all those traits as well, Amael."

"Huh? Am I racist?"

"Yep, racist toward all Elves."

"Twisted?"

"I could write a book on your twisted actions and words," Celeste retorted, her eyes narrowing.

I snorted. "At least I\'m not psycho."

"I think you are. You killed a royal without considering the consequences, arrived in a foreign land and antagonized the Dolphis and Teraquin Houses, crippled Allen, a royal, and insulted Sancta Vedelia as a whole, then proceed to attempting to kill Earth who just came... It\'s definitely the behavior of someone not in their right state of mind," Celeste nodded her head thoughtfully.

"You have too many similarities with Alvara now that I think about it. And that dream... is it really true?" Celeste mumbled something incomprehensible.

I wasn\'t in the mood for jokes, especially after being compared to Alvara.

[<She isn\'t wrong. The fact that you hate Elves and she hates Humans might not be a coincidence. It could truly be fate.>]

I might hate Elves, but I\'m not racist enough to kill them indiscriminately!

[<Would you save an old criminal elf or a old criminal human?>]

Kill the elf. He had lived long enough.

[<Racist.>]

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