Transmigrated as the Villain Between the Heroine and the Villainess

Azrael bid farewell to the others and walked to his dorm.

He wanted silence, but as he approached his room, he sensed something strange.

There was a presence inside.

Soft movements. The faint scrape of a cup on a saucer.

He pushed the door open.

The assigned maid stood there, holding a coffee cup with shaky hands.

She nearly spilled it when she saw him, a little gasp escaping her lips.

"Umm… young master, welcome back," she said.

Her voice carried no excitement, no joy. Only blank panic.

Azrael narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here? And why do I feel like you're hiding something?"

She lowered her head, her shoulders trembling. "Master… you have visitors."

"Visitors?" His tone sharpened. "In my room?"

"Yes," she whispered. "They are inside."

His teeth clenched. Clench. "How the hell did you let them inside without my permission?"

The maid stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence. "But master… she is—"

A smooth, teasing voice cut her off from within the room. "So I'm not allowed to enter my brother's room now? That's sad."

The door opened wider.

It was Celestria.

Azrael froze, his mind needing a moment to process this new, unexpected development. "Celestria… what are you doing here?"

She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "So this is the second time you're telling me I'm not allowed here?"

He shook his head quickly. "That's not what I meant."

She leaned forward, her smile playful and dangerous. "I know, I know."

Pss

Then she walked past him into the main hall like she owned the place.

She sat on the sofa like a queen on her throne.

With a flick of her hand, she gestured at the terrified maid.

The maid rushed over, bowing low, and handed her the coffee. Celestria sipped it slowly, her violet eyes watching Azrael over the rim of the cup.

"So, dear sister," Azrael said flatly. "What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?"

Celestria smiled, her tone light but layered with an authority that couldn't be ignored. "Nothing much. I just came to fetch a certain someone. For that, I had to wait two hours. What made you so late? You were supposed to return two hours earlier."

Azrael scratched the back of his neck. "Well… we left late. Everyone was exhausted from the party yesterday."

"Party?" She leaned back, her smirk widening. "You're supposed to be on a mission, and you're out partying?"

Azrael hissed, a flare of annoyance cutting through his surprise. Hiss. "I completed my mission. On my own. And you can ask around, people called me a hero."

Celestria laughed, a genuine, sharp sound that nearly made her choke on her coffee. "Hero? You? Your hangover isn't over yet." She gestured to the maid. "Bring him some ginger. He needs it."

Azrael scowled. "I'm serious. You never believe me."

Her teasing expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, business-like focus. "Enough jokes. Now listen carefully. Your luggage has already been packed. You are coming with me."

Azrael's body stiffened. "Coming with you? Why? Where?"

Celestria's smirk returned, sharp and final. "Of course. To Elarion. Did I not say that already?"

Panic, cold and absolute, seized him. His chest clenched hard.

'What? No way. That's too early. I still have two months here. Two months before the Act Two finale. Selvara still has her part to play as a villain. If I leave now, I can't stop it. I can't afford to let her die.'

He shook his head, his voice cracking slightly. "I have two months here before the semester ends. Please, let me stay."

Celestria's smile didn't waver. "Not possible. All the arrangements have been made. You won't understand the lengths I've gone through just to place you there."

Azrael clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. Clench. "Listen to me for once! You never think about me. My viewpoint. My decisions. You just drag me wherever you want—"

The air in the room turned heavy, the pressure of her will crushing down on him.

BAM.

----- x ------

The carriage rolled down the road.

The night outside had thinned into a gray, misty morning. Azrael sat across from Celestria, the silence between them as cold as the landscape.

His face was bruised, a new, ugly swelling blooming under his left eye.

She looked at him, her tone freezing. "Why do you make me so angry? You should have listened from the beginning."

Azrael scoffed. "Listened? If I did that every time, who knows where I'd end up next?"

Her eyes flashed, sharp and angry.

He leaned forward, his own voice low and intense. "And don't forget the promise you made. I will come back after fifty days to the academy. I have work there."

"Yeah, I know," she said, folding her arms. "And you must also fulfill your promise. Be a good boy. Don't leave the place I'm sending you to in Elarion."

Azrael tilted his head back against the seat, his voice dry with sarcasm. "You've said this three times already."

"Because it's important," she shot back.

He narrowed his eyes. "Important for what?"

Her lips curved into a sly, cunning smile. "As you are not going there officially, I've made preparations for you in Elarion's academy. But their term starts two months from now. Until then, you cannot go there. So, I thought of an idea."

Azrael's gut twisted. He knew this would be strange.

"There is someone in Elarion who respects me," she continued, her voice smug and self-satisfied. "He is going very far to hide you. Not only for protection. For training as well."

Azrael's eyes narrowed, his mind racing, trying to piece together this new, unexpected plot development. "Who would be so insane to respect you this much in Elarion? Going to such lengths on their own…?"

The realization slammed into him with the force of a physical blow. His chest dropped.

'Does she mean him? Yes… it has to be him.'

Her smile sharpened, a predator's grin. "He is your future vice headmaster."

Azrael's lips parted. A single, perfect word escaped,

FUCK