Became a Villain Heroine in a Harem Story

“…So what was your reason for attacking the principal?”

“Ah, that, where did we leave off?”

“I was asking about your reason for attacking the academy’s principal, student Bia.”

“I thought… the principal was creating illusions. I thought it was the fastest way.”

cough

Right now, I was in the academy’s administrative office.

I had been labeled as a delinquent student from the first class.

As expected, things don’t go as smoothly as in the game.

Most new students already know about the academy’s entrance exam.

After all, it was circulating extensively on internet communities with titles like “Secret hobby of ability user school principal.gif”.

In other words, I was the crazy woman who seriously attacked the principal in what was just a simple, event-like entrance exam.

This is a bit dangerous.

: Bia, it’s my fault for trusting you.

: If I had known this would happen, it would have been better to just skip the entrance ceremony.

‘Ah, that method.’

: I’m being sarcastic.

The withdrawal was gradually getting worse.

Even continuously shaking my legs while sitting in the chair was quite rude, but it would be even more disrespectful if I took out a cigarette and smoked it.

To begin with, I had run out of all cigarettes in my pocket anyway.

How did it come to this?

I never lived so pickled in nicotine in my previous life. Perhaps 40 cigarettes a day was too much.

“Let’s just move on.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Well… it doesn’t look good to drag this out.”

“Thank you.”

I appropriately got up from my seat and bowed my head in greeting.

Anyway, it was good that things ended well.

Wait, there’s one thing I thought to ask.

Is it okay to ask?

Hmm, I’m not sure. Should I just ask?

“Um… is there a convenience store nearby?”

“Convenience store?”

“Yes.”

“Most conveniences are available within the academy grounds.”

The principal said that and took out his smartphone to open an app.

A detailed map of the academy was shown.

He was living younger than I expected.

By the way… if this place is the academy’s administrative office, it means that faculty members come and go quite frequently to handle work.

Then, one of the special ability users who doesn’t directly teach students, [Prophecy], might be here as well.

: Bia.

‘Yes.’

: If they happen to be here, what do you plan to do?

‘I’ll kill them.’

: You can’t.

The status window said I couldn’t.

Fine. Then I won’t.

I didn’t want to think about anything. I just want to go with the flow, comfortably.

If something goes wrong, I can conveniently shift the blame, saying it’s not because of me but because of the status window.

Let’s just go with the flow.

“Just to mention, instead of going to the convenience store, go attend your first class. It’s not over yet.”

“Ah… thank you. I’ll go.”

I bowed my head again, showing appropriate courtesy, and left the administrative office while examining the faces of the faculty one by one.

[Prophecy] wasn’t here.

The professors identified so far included [Illusion Implementation], [Perfect Memory], [Mimic], and [Paper].

There were no people I needed to be particularly careful of in this place.

To begin with, those people appear as new faculty members during the academy story progression… so I’ll put that on hold for now.

The academy has a “visiting lecturer system,” which is closer to a diplomatic system that directly interacts with large ability user organizations operating with foreign government approval from overseas.

One of the visiting lecturers who appears during the story is “Jay” who has [SAVE & LOAD].

Of course, there are other visiting lecturers, and among them, there’s someone with an ability similar to my shadow, but that’s still a distant story for now.

‘Anyway, I’ll think about it later. It’s something that will happen later anyway.’

: About Jay… you don’t need to worry about her. She’s a character who doesn’t interfere with the story.

‘Yes. I see. Then I won’t think about it.’

: Yes….

I’m moving as the status window tells me, as instructed.

But why? That text full of dissatisfaction.

It doesn’t like it when I don’t do as told, and it doesn’t like it when I do as told.

What do you want me to do?

♦♦♦

After the student with a strange atmosphere left the administrative office, the teachers were looking at each other cautiously.

A troublemaker who seriously attacked the principal during the academy entrance exam, which was thought to be just a “traditional event,” had appeared, so they couldn’t help but be cautious.

“Is it okay to just let her go?”

“It shouldn’t matter particularly.”

“…This batch has a lot of problems. There’s the child of someone high up, and even non-standard ability users have appeared. There’s even a student already using ‘abstract.'”

“I already know.”

“So, at times like this, it’s better to strengthen defenses. Rules exist to be followed.”

The principal stood in front of the window with an inscrutable expressionless face.

Whether the scenery he was looking at was the academy or the city beyond. That was unknown.

The only thing the faculty members present realized was that the principal had not allowed them any further remarks.

Pressure. Just by standing still, the surrounding air solidified like a rock. It felt like even breathing required permission.

“Are you all very free these days?”

“…No.”

“Then return to your respective positions and prepare for the next task. Internal evaluations, written exams, practical exams… Aren’t there mountains of things to do?”

Just one sentence was enough to silence everyone and make them sit down.

These were the words of someone who could dare to call himself the teacher of all ability users, at this point when ability users maintain public order and the authority of ability users is gradually replacing public power.

Not many beings could dare to challenge that authority.

“Please prepare the internal evaluation documents for this year’s enrollees before the first class ends. I will check them personally.”

“…The number of enrollees this year is 9,000.”

“Yes. Organize them all. Isn’t your ability good for paperwork?”

The teacher with the [Paper] ability bowed his head deeply.

Perhaps he was cursing inside.

Finding it amusing, the principal displayed a faint smile and patted his shoulder.

Right after the principal left the administrative office.

Screams and voices of blame filled the administrative office.

“Jisa… did you have to talk back?”

“No, but is it right to just let such a troublemaker return without any measures…?”

“How many times is this now?”

“…”

“Shall I tell you exactly? It’s exactly the 31st time.”

“Don’t use Perfect Memory for counting such things… If you have free time, help with the paperwork.”

The teacher with [Perfect Memory], Sayu, raised her middle finger to politely decline Jisa’s proposal.

Jisa looked around with a desperate gaze for a savior, but [Mimic] was busy chewing the principal’s hair and teasing Jisa.

“Yes. Organize them all… snicker…”

“No, Senior Uihyeon.”

“I’ll help a little. After teasing you more.”

“By the way, where did you get the hair again?”

“Lately, I wonder if the principal is balding. He keeps dropping it on the floor.”

“…Ah.”

“I’ve collected your hair too. Wanna see?”

“No, I’ll pass. Besides, isn’t it uncomfortable being in a male form?”

“No. It’s fun to fiddle with what’s down there, and there are many advantages.”

“Ah, please…”

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After several hours passed, as it grew dark outside.

Jisa stretched with his shoulders cracking, and Uihyeon, who was watching beside him, suddenly grabbed his wrist and twisted it backward.

Crack-

With an ominous sound, Jisa screamed, shook off the hand, and abruptly stood up from his seat.

A small girl, Uihyeon who had returned to her original form, covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

“Ah…”

“What? I helped you, didn’t I? Isn’t this level of prank okay?”

“Yes. Thanks to you, we somehow managed before sunrise…”

Jisa sent well-organized stacks of documents flying in order with his ability.

The sight of them floating naturally as if blown by the wind looked like a scene from a surreal fairy-tale animation. And finally, they settled in the right place.

♦♦♦

While the teachers were performing the unreasonable task ordered by the principal for several hours.

Someone intruded during the first class.

Slide-

With the sound of the sliding door opening, the attention of all students, including the teacher, focused on one point, and Bia bowed her head, said “Hello,” and sat in the rearmost seat.

As if she didn’t care about others’ gazes at all.

When the teacher was startled by her taking a lighter out of her pocket, she briefly made an “ah” sound and hurriedly put the lighter back in her inner pocket.