The Villainess Should NOT Outshine the Main Protagonist!

Chapter 4: The Protagonist Hates Me... I think

Classes at Mystic Academy resumed the next day, the halls still humming with rumors from yesterday's revelations. As I entered the classroom, the air seemed to thicken, eyes darting away as I found my seat. Alone at my desk, I let out a small, wistful smile. "Touche." This isolation wasn't new to me, nor did I find it unwelcome.

As I organized my thoughts, contemplating the unexpected twist my life had taken, Lydian breezed into the room with her newly formed entourage—Alex, Cornelius, and Adrian. Their conversation, lively and filled with laughter, floated across the classroom, indicating a tight relationship.

A wave of relief washed over me as I listened. As long as they maintained this bond, the plot would likely unfold as I anticipated, allowing me to remain a mere observer to their story.

With my heightened senses—a trait that stemmed from being level 100—I caught every word of their exchange.

"Lydian, your talent with holy magic is truly incredible. It's a rare gift," Cornelius began praising, to which Adrian and Alex added their nods and murmurs of agreement.

Lydian touched her chest, her eyes widening slightly. "Thank you, guys, honestly it's just so surreal. Coming from a modest background, I only hope to meet the expectations and use my gifts to make a real impact."

Adrian offered his nerdy insight, "Holy magic is ideal for defense given its healing and protective properties. It not only makes you indispensable in combat situations but also positions you as a key player in any battle against dark forces. The world hasn't seen a talent like yours in decades."

A burst of laughter from Alex cut through the heavy discussion. "Exactly! I'm just saying, if we ever form a party I'll be counting on you to save my life a dozen times over."

Lydian smiled, "That's a scary thought... I'm sure a strong person like you wouldn't need saving all that often, Alex. But I appreciate the vote of confidence," she assured.

The interaction took a more intimate turn as Cornelius reached out, taking Lydian's hand with a gentle firmness. "Holy magic is just so beautiful and pure, fitting for someone like you," he remarked, his gaze locked on hers.

Blushing, Lydian's expression mixed surprise with delight, her cheeks tinted a soft pink that matched the warmth in Cornelius's words.

I couldn't help but cringe a little, Their dialogue seemed ripped straight from the game. Perhaps it's due to my inexperience, you know of the social kind, but watching them interact with such ease and affection highlighted my own sense of detachment.

In any case, I was glad the attention was now all on her, and not on me.

I must have been staring too intently, lost in my thoughts because suddenly, Lydian's gaze snapped to mine. Her look was one of fear... almost as if I had killed her parents right in front of her. It was clear that she hated me.

As Cornelius caught Lydian's frightened glance and my bewildered stare, his own expression hardened. Without a word, he stood up and exited the classroom, leaving a brief tension in his wake. His sudden departure, unnoticed by most, felt ominous to me. Almost as if he couldn't stand my existence.

...

The day eventually led to afternoon classes focused on swordsmanship. Most of the guys chose to participate, while only a handful of girls, including myself, decided to join. We gathered on the expansive training grounds. A vast open space, bordered by the academy's lush gardens, creating a serene backdrop to the clanging of wood and the instructors' calls.

"Alright students, let's get started with sparring sessions. Today, we'll be focusing on assessing technique and control," Wilhelm, our swordsmanship instructor, announced. "Go ahead and choose a partner to pair up with," he continued, sweeping his gaze across the group of students gathered on the training field.