My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 2 ]

Chapter 159: First Ordeal (1)

༺ First Ordeal (1) ༻

Yuria Greyhounder's social circle was exceedingly tiny.

In fact, the only person she could call a friend was Iliya, and the only other people she conversed with regularly were her sister, Dame Ophelia and Dowd.

One would be justified to say that her social skill was utterly atrocious.

"..."

"..."

But even after considering that...

The extreme unease she felt when facing the person in front of her was on another level.

"...U-Um... S-Student Council President...?"

Desperately fidgeting with the new collar that Dowd had given her as a gift, she began to speak.

After all, it was the only thing that gave her some semblance of comfort when facing this person.

"C-Can I ask what brings you here...?"

"..."

No answer returned.

Inwardly, she felt tearful.

After all, the other person had just barged in and pressured her like this, and she didn't even know why.

Worst of all was that her Big Sis happened to be out right at this moment.

'...They said the Hero Selection is today, right?'

She did hear that the actual 'Ordeal' would begin today. Dowd, Iliya, and the mage she saw before, Faenol, would all be there.

As Yuria was thinking this, Eleanor elegantly placed the teacup she was sipping onto the table.

'...Woah.'

Yuria couldn't help but let out a silent exclamation of awe.

Each of her movements was overflowing with grace, making her realize once again that the person before her was a genuine noblewoman. And not just any noblewoman, the Young Lady of Ducal House.

While she had behaved rather eccentrically a few times, she still possessed qualities that could enchant numerous men with ease.

Not only that, she was also a genius in swordsmanship and her position as the Student Council President spoke volumes of how intelligent she was.

And above all, she was beautiful.

Compared to Yuria, who was of a short stature and whose chest was lacking, she was enchantingly beautiful.

To put it simply...

Their 'class' was different.

Maybe, perhaps even in Dowd's eyes, if they were placed side by side, Yuria would look like a little child compared to Eleanor.

Hell, in that situation, it would be a miracle if he were to see her as a woman.

"..."

Feeling such insecurity, she unconsciously gripped the collar that Dowd had given her tighter.

But still...

What in her hand was a Token of Promise that he had given her. Something that reminded her how precious she was to him.

And, as she was thinking this...

-Do you really think that is true?

A 'voice' that always came to her when she felt this anxious, echoed loudly in her head.