3: This Bullying Doesn't Make the Grade
“Ohohoho~ Eating alone again today, former Duke’s daughter?”
“…………”
Will these people ever give it a rest?
Placing her lunchbox on her handkerchief-covered knees, Yvonne looked up at the troublemakers in front of her, her eyebrow twitching.
Controlling her facial expressions was a high-level social skill she hadn’t mastered even when she was a noble. Now that her situation had worsened, she had even less opportunity to attend etiquette classes, and it was too late for emergency lessons.
But complaining about this was useless now, as her peaceful afternoon had already been shattered.
The girl leading the group was called Ota. Yvonne vaguely remembered that her father was the chairman of the town’s shipping guild, which allowed her to navigate this school like a fish in water, being the daughter of a local bigwig.
“I’m saying~ Your criminal father has been exiled, yet you have the nerve to come study in our little town—”
“That’s right~ Why didn’t you go to the Northern Frontier with him? At least you could earn some honest money digging potatoes there~ Hehehe~”
Putting down her handmade wooden chopsticks, Yvonne took a deep breath.
“…I got in here on my own merits, it has nothing to do with my father.”
She didn’t want to argue much with them.
Undeserved calamity, unexpected fortune, and malice forced upon her by others,
Since she was already here, these things were unavoidable.
“Huh~ Who knows if there’s something fishy behind your admission?”
“Hee~ After all, she’s the daughter of that glory-seeking spy who betrayed the country—”
After their sarcastic mockery came another round of snickering.
Deep breaths, deep breaths, stay calm.
If she got provoked, she would lose.
The opportunity to continue receiving education was already a great blessing, so she had to live carefully and not cause any trouble.
Seeing that their provocation hadn’t caused any obvious emotional reaction, Ota clicked her tongue in annoyance. Then, her gaze fell on Yvonne’s just-opened lunchbox.
Inside was the most common scarlet fish meat here. This fish was the most common seafood in this seaside town, frequently appearing on ordinary people’s tables. However, it was scorned by nobles because of its strong fishy smell and difficulty in preparation. Its advantages were that it was abundant, cheap, and easy to debone. With a little preparation, it could become a delicious home-cooked dish and was an excellent choice for daily protein intake.
“My, my… The daughter of the great Duke, eating the same low-grade ingredients as us commoners? How pitiful~ Let me ‘serve’ you instead.”
“You…”
Ota snatched the lunchbox from Yvonne’s hands before she could eat more than a few bites and dumped its contents on her head.
Splash, splash—
The carefully seasoned lunch was now all over her head.
“Hee hee hee~ Look—This is the fate of a traitor.”
Amidst the group’s jeering laughter, Yvonne picked off the vegetable leaves stuck in her hair and took a deep breath.
—It was all wasted.
She had grown accustomed to such treatment since her exile,
But what she couldn’t tolerate was the waste of food.
—Unforgivable.
In her mind, a tightly stretched string snapped.
You’re not ready to be villains yet!!
The air flowed, and magic gathered in her right hand. She prepared to teach these ignorant people a lesson.
However, just as she was about to act, someone cut in before her.
“—Is this how you ‘feed’ people?”
“Who?!”
A gust of wind blew, lifting the skirts of their uniforms.
A certain protagonist was standing with her arms crossed, her cheeks puffed out like buns, stopping the group in front of her.
“If it were me—I would feed her properly! Personally putting the prepared food into Evie’s mouth—making her show a shy and satisfied expression—that’s the best option! —And what have you all done?!”
What a waste—in so many ways!!!
Seeing her show a frustrated expression after saying such nonsense, it was Ota and her companions who were now confused about the situation.
They looked at each other, then simultaneously came to the same conclusion:
Is there something wrong with this woman’s head?
“Don’t tell me you’re here to help this girl?”
Ota raised an eyebrow, her face full of displeasure.
This girl was the daughter of a criminal, and her actions were all in the name of justice!
Elsa didn’t bother to answer this question, or rather, she completely ignored it. She took several more steps forward, stopping only when her foot was about to step on the other’s shoe.
“Your ‘bullying’ is far too low-level! It doesn’t make the grade at all!!”
“Huh…?”
The group looked at Elsa, who was spouting nonsense, as if she were an alien.
…It’s over.
The villainess couldn’t help but facepalm.
“Yvonne! Let’s do the usual ‘thing’!! Show them what real ‘bullying’ is—!!”
Stop right there—
Stop!!
She didn’t want to play this kind of embarrassing game in front of others!!
With Elsa’s nonsensical interference, Yvonne felt like she didn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore, a feeling of helplessness welling up from the bottom of her heart.
She felt that if this continued, things would develop in a direction far beyond her expectations.
No,
She had to stop her, or her school life would become a mess.
“…A friendly warning, you’d better run away quickly.”
While cleaning the stains on her body with a handkerchief, Yvonne calmly uttered these words, suddenly transforming from a victim to a spectator enjoying the show.
After all, if that girl really got angry and became serious, some unbelievable things might happen.
“Hah… You want us to run? Are you trying to make fools of us? Know your place—”
Ota’s brows furrowed, her expression quite a sight to behold.
This small-town school in a remote area, although not a noble academy, still had strong hierarchical relationships. Students like Ota, who had some influence and were in higher grades, could be said to have absolute authority.
So, if ‘troublemakers’ like herself appeared, these little groups would jump out to ‘uphold justice’.
Whether in another world or reality, the patterns of bullying were pretty much the same.
“It’s you who need to understand the situation.”
The enemy you’re about to face is the ‘protagonist’—
With Elsa present, Yvonne felt her confidence grow. Now they couldn’t say she hadn’t warned them. Whatever happened next, Yvonne decided she wouldn’t interfere.
“Mere juniors, don’t get too cocky!!”
Ota gritted her teeth angrily, and along with her followers, stretched out their hands, preparing to chant. Very quickly, lights of various colors gathered in their hands.
Are they already preparing to use magic?
Seeing this display, Yvonne discreetly moved a bit further away, not wanting to be caught in the magical crossfire.
She wasn’t afraid that these people would cast any powerful magic, but rather worried that the protagonist in front of her might use too much force when retaliating, causing collateral damage.
“Seniors… are you really going to use force?”
Although she usually maintained an innocent expression like a little white rabbit, now, Elsa’s eyes showed rare signs of anger.
And the source of this emotion was all from the harm done to the person most important to her.
“As a return for ‘feeding’ Evie—I’ll ‘treat’ you seniors to some water—!!”
She pointed one hand to the sky, then, as if issuing a command to the heavens, pointed at the three people in front of her.
Whoosh—!!
“Ahhh—”
“Uwaaah!!”
The moment her finger dropped, a precise, localized torrential rain descended from the sky,
Like a massive pillar of water crashing down from above, swift and unexpected, nearly knocking these ‘seniors’ flat on the ground.
Hmm… What an excellent application of weather magic.
Brilliant, brilliant, Yvonne felt like applauding the protagonist.
“…Wh-what’s the deal with this girl??”
Soaked from head to toe, Ota’s legs were weak from the impact. Having received such a shock, her tongue began to stumble.
To be able to casually release such high-level magic without chanting, it was beyond simply saying ‘this person is strong’.
Is she even human??
“Hehe, I almost forgot to introduce myself to you seniors. I’m Elsa,”
She patted her not-so-ample chest and stated her name.
After all, introducing oneself was a protagonist’s duty.
“—Elsa Dorothy, pleased to meet you.”
Hearing this name, one of the followers’ expressions changed as dramatically as a face-changing performance in Sichuan opera.
“Boss, th-this person… I’ve heard of her!”
“Me too…!!”
“Oh? Am I that famous?”
Surprised that people knew her even in this place, Elsa blinked, reverting to her harmless smile.
Only this time, the smile seemed sinister no matter how you looked at it.
—Elsa Dorothy, at a young age, had already obtained the ‘Grand Elementalist’ certification in five elements, undoubtedly the youngest genius mage in the history of the Oz Kingdom.
Although this game was a crappy gacha game, the protagonist’s settings were quite formidable. Different characters could establish different attribute ‘Wings of the Heart’ with the protagonist ‘Elsa’, thereby using powerful magic.
For example, the combination with the second prince was ‘Light’, that Demon Lord was ‘Darkness’, and there were various flashy combination techniques, stage clearing, material and coin drops, accumulating experience points and then leveling up—It was that kind of grind-heavy, pay-to-win type of game.
As for Elsa herself, she was a powerful mage who could use and accept all elements—it wasn’t an exaggeration to call her a genius.
Although the original work didn’t explicitly state it, according to the settings, ordinary people couldn’t use magic, and even those with aptitude could mostly only possess one elemental affinity. Only the protagonist could use all attributes as if she were cheating, a complete female version of a Mary Sue.
However, fortunately, without the ‘Wings of the Heart’, Elsa’s combat power was only slightly higher than an ordinary person’s. Even so, in Yvonne’s view, she was already ridiculously strong.
Thankfully, this time she didn’t intend to go too far, which made Yvonne breathe a sigh of relief.
“Monster—!!”
Shouting this line with a strong sense of déjà vu, they lifted their now soaked skirts and disappeared from Elsa’s sight as if fleeing for their lives.
“My, my, how rude, don’t you think so, Yvonne?”
Looking at the backs of the senior students who had fled like drowned rats, Elsa’s tone became much lighter.
“Let me clean you up.”
“…Thank you.”
She used cleaning magic to remove the stains on Yvonne, then combined wind magic with fire element magic like a hot hair dryer, quickly drying the wet areas.
…Magic sure is convenient.
Unfortunately, as a villain character, Yvonne could only use mediocre magic, which wasn’t very useful.
“Hey, hey, what’s today’s ‘bullying’?”
Her eyes sparkled, like a child anticipating dessert after a meal.
Just then, the system prompt inconveniently popped up.
What timely questioning,
As usual, Yvonne skipped the first two options that would harm her and went straight to the last one.
[Option 3: Lock Elsa in a closed room for one hour.]
…This time it’s confinement?!
It was lunchtime, and there was still time before class. An empty classroom… if locked, should count as a closed space, right?
Looking at the countdown timer, she had no choice but to make this request:
“Dorothy, um… can you stay alone with me for a while now?”