I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game

The Death of a Younger Sister.
A woman, consumed by grief, ultimately crossed a point of no return.
Unaware that she had been manipulated by evil all along.

Unaware that every tragedy that had befallen them was nothing more than a scripted play.
A world where no one could be happy—the inevitable outcome of betrayal.
This was the moment when the story's bleakness reached its lowest depths.

All that remained in its wake were regret and despair.
Because of that, there were many who found it tragic.
[Category: General Discussion Board]
[Title: But isn’t Selena kinda pitiful too?]

If you really think about it, she’s a victim too.
From beginning to end, she was just used and discarded by those BaoV bastards.
And the younger sister she longed for so much—
It turns out the cult she was working with had a hand in that too.
There was a massive scheme from the start to corrupt Selena.
Probably because she was the headmaster’s protégé, they targeted her specifically.
She just got swept up in something much bigger than herself.

[She’s pitiful, sure, but she’s still a fucking bitch.]
-> How many people died because of her? No way she’s getting a pass.
-> I get why people feel bad, but that doesn’t mean I can forgive what she did.
[I was kinda sad, to be honest. She was my favorite staff member in the game.]
-> Yeah, Selena was pretty popular.
-> Of course, ‘cause a noona character in this game is a rare find.
-> Lmao.
-> Here we go again, the Bread Cult degenerates are at it again.
[Info: It was the headmaster who brought Selena to the academy.]
-> You again…
-> This plot cycle is getting old.
-> He’s just the root of all evil at this point.

Selena had a solid fanbase.
The cold aura unique to her, her composed demeanor toward students,
and, on top of that, a mature figure that gave off a slightly dangerous vibe.
That was why her betrayal left such an intense shock.

[Category: General Discussion Board]
[Title: NO WAY, MY NOONA!!!!!!!!]
This can’t ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) be real… You’re lying, right?
Please tell me this is a lie.
How could you do this to me?
After all the time I’ve followed you,
betrayal… No, please, if this is a dream, I need to wake up.
If I open my eyes again, just like always,
Professor, you’ll be smiling at me—
[Dude’s losing his mind.]
[He’s about to pass out, lmao.]
-> Judging by what he’s saying, I think he already did.
-> In a lot of ways, she was irreplaceable as a character.
-> Lmao.

[I don’t get why people love that ‘coop betrayal’ character so much.]
-> Aged to perfection, my friend.
-> You think second place in the faculty popularity poll was for nothing?
-> If we held that poll again now, she wouldn’t even make the top ten.
-> That’s a FACT, BAN HIM.
[Y’all just like spoiled goods.]
-> Please, just don’t call anything under thirteen a woman, I beg you.
-> ???
-> ???
-> Get out.
-> Here we go again, the Farm Cult degenerates are back.

A divided discussion.

Of course, no one defended Selena’s betrayal.
The ending she brought about was nothing short of horrific.
There were only those who pitied the drunkard’s story,
and those who refuted that pity.

I suppose I was closer to the former.
Of course.
Her sins were unforgivable.

She had caused far too many casualties.
No matter how much pain one has suffered in life,
they have no right to wield that suffering against others.
Just as one’s own wounds can never justify stabbing the innocent.

Selena had crossed the line.
And yet.
If I had any reason to sympathize with the drunkard—

It was simply because—
"Big brother!"
I saw too much of myself in her.

When I looked at her broken state, I saw my own reflection.
The nausea hit me without warning.
A single person who was the only thing that mattered in life.

The happiness of an ordinary life, made possible only by each other.
Then, suddenly, the death of a younger sister.
Despair, frustration, longing, loss—
Unable to endure it all, I lost my mind.

Or perhaps—
Selena did.
Maybe.

Maybe I had been identifying with Selena all along.
Because we had lived through the same kind of pain.
I understood the despair and the way she had shattered.

I grieved the emptiness she clung to.
Because in my past life, I had walked the exact same path.
I saw my past self reflected in hers.

"……."
I fixed my gaze on the woman before me.
Her crimson eyes trembled.

Like they were searching for an answer within themselves,
I parted my lips, slowly, carefully,
recalling a fragment of a conversation we once had.

"You said this once before."
A brief exchange in idle chatter.
"The purpose of alcohol is to forget one’s shame,"

That was what you once said.
Was this the shame you had wanted to forget?
The self trapped between longing and guilt.

The sickness in your stomach that never let you put the bottle down, not even for a moment.
For all those years.
"One cannot stop—that is what it means to be an adult."
"Even when they know it’s wrong… they are already too old to change."

You were afraid.
Afraid of waking up from your drunken haze.
Afraid of the conflicts and torment that would come after.

The woman spoke in a sunken voice.
"…This is going to be a long story."
Her lips parted with quiet resolve.

The drunkard, at last, began confessing the sins she had carried for so long.
I listened to the subdued weight of her words.
"It started like this."

A cultist extended a hand to her.

Selena took it, cooperating for a long time, providing them with information.
She never felt the slightest guilt about it.

All that filled her was longing for Lianne.
"Back then, I didn’t think it mattered. As long as I could see her again… I was ready to bear any sin."
She was willing to sell everything.

Her gold, her home, her lifespan, her sorrow, her love, her guilt—
She had resolved to use everything at her disposal.
A venom honed by grief.

But then…
"At some point, I started to weaken."
Even that venom began to erode.

Children who approached her with smiles.
Colleagues who served as role models in their dedication as educators.
Selena feared the kindness around her.

She was afraid that if she got too close, she would ruin everything.
So she built walls around herself.
"I always kept my distance."

That was probably why she never took on a personal assistant.
She didn’t want to get closer to anyone more than necessary.
Always intoxicated, prickly toward her colleagues, strictly polite yet distant with students.

A person who existed within the academy but was never truly part of it.
She handled her daily life with detachment.
But time, once it seeps in, cannot be ignored.

Day by day, life at the academy became more familiar.
And that tormented her.
Maybe that was why she drank—to drown out that unbearable shame.

A desperate wish to escape reality, if only for a little while.
She couldn't shake off the confusion.
"Maybe that was it."

In truth—
If she had truly committed to betrayal, she could have done it more thoroughly.
At present, Selena was the most likely candidate for head professor, holding nearly as much power as the headmaster himself.

If she had wanted, she could have arranged for the academy’s key forces to be deployed elsewhere at a critical moment.
For the cult’s plans, weakening the academy as much as possible would have been ideal.
If she had done so, the academy would have already been reduced to rubble.

Even if I had stepped in to stop it, I would have been forced to burn away my lifespan.
But she hadn’t.
"…You hesitated, Professor."

"Something like that. Though I’m not sure if it’s right to put it so nicely."
Even as she longed for her sister,
her gaze kept drifting toward the academy.

Her love for what she had lost and her guilt for what she still had twisted together.
Two selves, locked in a vicious struggle.
Her mind a tangled mess.

In the end, she was paralyzed, unable to choose either path.
Selena hesitated.
What to choose.

Now that everything had collapsed, it no longer mattered.
The drunkard averted her gaze.
"From the start, I only took you as my assistant for an experiment."

"An experiment?"
"I needed something. Not a fully realized Star, but someone who was close to becoming one. More precisely, an undeveloped sample of a Star."
"A resurrection experiment, then."

"The concept of a Star is already incredibly rare. And an immature Star? That’s even more so. That’s why I had to take charge of Class 1-A, even if it meant forcing my way in."
"So the professor who was originally supposed to be Class A’s homeroom teacher—Cadell—was removed because of your interference."
"That’s right."

Now it all made sense.
Why I had suddenly been given the title of top student in the entrance exam.
Why the original story had Cadell as the homeroom teacher, but in this version, it was changed.

Why Selena, who always kept to herself, had taken me in as her personal assistant.
It was all just a means to get close to me.
I smiled, a complex expression twisting at the edges of my lips.

And then, I asked the final question.
"This experiment you speak of… what exactly was it?"