I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 309  Aerinwyn Rhaenys Elaryon

"You should, Amelia," someone else's voice interjected.

Approaching us with a disdainful demeanor, Lykhor Elaryon cast a condescending gaze upon me.

"He insulted Sancta Vedelia and derided it, thereby affronting all the esteemed higher races of Sancta Vedelia, including the Great Houses and, by extension, the Dolphis House—your House," Lykhor stated with a smirk.

Glancing at Alvara, who continued to dine unaffectedly, I found her indifference perplexing.

"Where are you looking, Half?" Lykhor sneered at me. "Those without status should learn their place."

"I would appreciate it if you would stop disrespecting my fiancé, Lykhor."

I widened my eyes in surprise as Elizabeth approached me.

"Amael is my fiancé and, consequently, a member of the Tepes House," she added.

Lykhor shifted his gaze to Elizabeth. "So, you support his earlier statements?"

"I support my fiancé," Elizabeth responded with a stern look.

"The great Elizabeth Tepes, the Cold Witch of Valachia, responsible for countless bloodshed and tears from orphans. Is that really you?" Lykhor asked, accompanied by a suggestive smile.

Though I had heard about it, I knew little, and I couldn't inquire further from Elizabeth.

Elizabeth narrowed her crimson eyes. "Do you want to verify it, Lykhor?"

As vertical slits materialized in her pupils, an involuntary shiver ran down my arms. It was a murderous aura I had only experienced once…when I met for the first time my Third Legacy.

Concerned by Elizabeth's unsettling behavior, I noticed Alvara's eyes widen in excitement. Lykhor wore a wide smile, while Adrian, with a smirk, braced himself for something. However, it was Amelia's pale and anxious face that caught my attention.

I didn't like this.

I seized Elizabeth's arm and pulled her behind me.

"Will you cease bullying my fiancé, you prideless elf?" I said, fixing a cold stare on Lykhor.

Lykhor's smile vanished instantly.

Those elves and their pitiful pride, a comical pair.

"Lykhor!" Amelia's voice rang out as Lykhor prepared to attack me.

"Move away," Lykhor scoffed, waving his hand dismissively at Amelia, but—

His hand was abruptly seized by John, who had positioned himself in front of Amelia.

"You heard Edward. Bastardly, pathetic, prideless elf," John sneered at Lykhor. I don't know what happened between them but John certainly hated Lykhor a lot.

"Get your filthy hands off me, Half," Lykhor's voice turned deathly cold.

Adrian narrowed his eyes at me, and a circle began to form around his arm.

[<It doesn't bode well, Amael.>]

Cleenah warned me.

Unconsciously, I tightened my grip on Elizabeth's arm and gathered a considerable amount of mana.

Fortunately, Victor prevented Celeste and Cylien from intervening. In just a few months, he had come to know me well.

"...."

Time appeared to slow down.

It was the calm before the storm.

Everything was on the verge of erupting.

But then, at that moment...

"...!"

An immense pressure descended upon the entire cafeteria.

I winced, taken aback, much like the others.

All eyes turned toward the source of this overwhelming force.

She possessed long, beautiful silver hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were nothing short of a stunning pair of green gems, one jade green and the other a captivating shade of dark emerald. Beneath those captivating and indifferent eyes, intricate green marks adorned her face, forming a pattern that traced down to her cheeks.

She was absolutely mesmerizing. Even I couldn't resist being captivated by her beauty, surpassing even the allure of elven aesthetics, much like Alvara.

Draped in a splendid white blouse adorned with purple linings and a long white skirt that gracefully covered her legs, she moved with elegance, her hands clasped together. Every step she took sent ripples of pure, condensed green mana coursing through the air.

Strangely, she felt familiar, even though I had never laid eyes on her before.

"S-Sister..." Cylien's murmur from a distance made my eyes widen.

Her sister?

Her elder sister?

"Aerin..." Lykhor uttered.

Aerin...

Cylien's older sister.

It clicked, and I finally understood who she was.

Aerinwyn Rhaenys Elaryon.

The First Princess and Crown Princess of the Elaryon House and Kingdom. She was Cylien's older sister, Lykhor's cousin, and, more significantly, one of the Three Celestial Elven Princesses, alongside Alvara Teraquin and Emilia Raonpherys.

Her phenomenal amount of mana exerted pressure, particularly on me, Lykhor, and Adrian.

She was a force akin to Cyril Raven.

No.

She was stronger than him.

"..."

I observed Alvara standing up and leaving the cafeteria with a chilly glare directed at Aerinwyn.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in Edenis Raphiel for this year..." Lykhor asked, his tone noticeably more subdued than before.

Ignoring him, Aerinwyn turned her attention to my sister, Christina, who was standing beside her, dressed in a similar uniform. "Where is Evan Indi Zestella, the Student Council President?"

"Evan is dealing with an incident involving the Teraquin House. He is currently with the Headmistress, discussing matters with the Elders of the Teraquin House," Christina replied. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

That must be my fault...

"Very well," Aerinwyn said, retracting her mana. "Lykhor Elaryon, Adrian Dolphis, you are expelled from the Academy for one week."

"What?!" Adrian exclaimed, clearly dumbfounded.

"You can't do that," Lykhor retorted, glaring at Aerinwyn.

Aerinwyn cast a condescending look at Lykhor. "I am in charge of the Presidium and hold authority at the Academy. Do you wish me to extend the punishment? Consider this leniency, as next week is the final exam for this semester."

Adrian gritted his teeth and pointed at me. "Why only us? He also—"

"You are the only ones who were prepared to engage in a fight, am I wrong?" she silenced him.

Lykhor wanted to argue when he met Aerinwyn's cold gaze, he abandoned and walked away, joining Alvara.

Adrian clicked his tongue and followed right after without forgetting to throw me a last threatening look.

"Behave yourselves," Aerinwyn added, her authoritative gaze sweeping over all of us and stopping at me for a prolonged moment.

I met her gaze calmly.

It seemed like she was attempting to discern something within me.

After a few seconds, she turned and left.

Christina sent me a bitter smile before following after her.

The students who were silent exploded and started chattering in whispers about what had just happened in the cafeteria. "Tch. Just when it was getting interesting," Rodolf, who was observing until now with a grin, left with a bored expression.

"Thank you, Amael," Elizabeth's voice drew back my attention.

"Ah, yes, sorry about that," I said, releasing my grip on her arm.

"It's fine…" Elizabeth managed a small, forced smile before leaving as well, casting an emotionless glance at Aerinwyn.

What the hell is happening?

What's going on between her, Alvara, and Aerinwyn?

I have a feeling my brother, Connor, is somehow involved, but I don't know how.