The Villain's Story

"Sir, I need to ask why you agreed to her request so easily. Even though you know the condition of her body."

Benson asked while driving the car. Alan who was seating in the seat beside him answered with a calm voice.

"Because she wanted to."

"Sir, this is not a joke, Eden, although it prides itself in being unbiased, is full of arrogant young children whose parents are all influential figures. Twilight can guarantee her safety outside of the campus but inside th-"

"There will be no shortage of people trying to get to me through her."

Alan completed Benson's sentence.

"Yes."

Not being bothered at all by being interrupted, Benson nodded and waited for Alan To say something.

"I'll make the proper arrangements, I still have a year left."

"But what about...' it'?"

Benson inquired, the 'it' referring to the curse that Samantha had on her.

"I'll do something about it."

Seeing Alan respond in a calm voice, Benson could only sigh.

'Where is he getting this confidence from?'He could only think about how Alan got the confidence to Say he would procure an Elven tear within a year.

They were treasures even to elves who could only produce them only a few dozen times every year.

And even then those Few Elven tears were reserved for Only Elves or influential figures of the Alliance.

And humanity was not a part of the Alliance.

"...then can I ask how you are going to solve it?" Benson could no longer hold back his curiosity and finally asked Alan.

"I just have to find Elvenheim."

"Excuse me? The homeworld of the elves?"

"Yes."

What was this bullshit?ElvenHeim was a sacred planet that only elves and some other species had access to. A stronghold that had not been penetrated by any layer of the Abyss yet.

The only way to get to Elvenheim was through portals. And humanity still hadn't figured out portal tech yet.

'Wait...portals?'

Recalling the previous moment when Alan had come out of a portal, He inquired with slight excitement in his voice.

"...Sir may I ask how you came out of a portal?"

Hearing his question, Alan finally turned his head over to face Benson who was driving.

He sighed and then answered.

"I made some progress with my Spatial affinity."

After his response, there was silence in the car as Benson didn't ask any more questions because he felt that Alan Wouldnt answer him again.

After a while in the awkward silence, He mustered up the courage to ask again even though he had a feeling he would be met with silence.

"I still think Samantha should study at the guild Sir."

Alan did not respond just like Benson expected. After a short while, Benson parked the car in front of a bakery and was about to open the door when he heard Alan's voice.

"Buy five chocolate cakes."

"Five?"

"Yes?"

'What are you going to with five of them?'

Benson thought, but didn't say anything else and exited the hovercar.

Seeing his figure walk into the bakery through the tinted windows of the car, Alan silently thought to himself.

'If only you knew the life of a caged bird Benson.'

Years ago, when he was still James Smith, he had made a promise to himself, That he would never in his entire life become like the family that treated him like a caged bird fit only to do their bidding.

If it was in his power to do so, he would never let anybody experience something even remotely similar to his childhood.

He could grant Samanthas Little wish, and if anybody tried to do anything to her.

He would make them taste hell.

'I have to get more active from now on.'

He thought with a cold look on his face.

He had a year to deter anyone's thoughts of harming his little sister.

And he also had the same year to find ElvenHeims Spatial coordinates.

As for how he would get the Elven tear even if he managed to find Elvenheim?

He was going to evolve into a dragon, and Elves worshipped dragons like Gods.

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[Alexander Wright POV][Midnight]

'He didn't come today?'

I thought as I continued to swing my swords.

I wondered why he didn't come today.

The first rank had been coming here ever since the start of the school year.

It had been four consecutive days since they had trained in the training center, which was akin to a massive dojo.

'I should stop thinking about it.'

He should, they were not even close to each other at all.

Although The first rank did ask him to spar every day. he wondered why he never used his spear.

Was he looking down on him?

Would his ego be that hurt if he used his spear to fight against him?

...but he couldn't blame him.

After all, What he saw on the first day when Alan practiced his spear for a while had left a deep impression in his mind.

Could he truly fight against that spear when he couldn't even fight against him when he was just using his legs?

His spear, to Alex's knowledge, had no openings to take advantage of.

'Could...my sword be like that one day?'

He wondered, could his sword truly reach the same proficiency Alan had with the spear?

'Probably not.'

Of course, how could he compete with the strongest first year in Shields History, The one who was at <C> rank at the tender age of 16? And at this age, Alex was only Frank, and he wasn't breaking through soon.

He had no good mana training technique for his shitty Null attribute and even worse he didn't think a Mana training technique even existed for his attribute.

*Sigh*

"...what do I do about classes?

Alex muttered with a hint of concern evident in his voice.

He had been missing his regular classes because of fear of those that bullied him, but now? If he missed the entire first week of classes, he would be called into the office and be given a warning.

'Well, it's better if I don't meet them again.'

He truly did not want to nearly die again.

His family wouldn't even stand up for him and his Bullys family was influential enough to stop Shield from taking drastic measures to stop bullying.

The top ten Great Families had great authority on earth.

And the guy that bullied him, was ranked sixth and belonged to the 5th most influential family on earth.

What could the Wrights, who were just a family of Lawyers, even do against them, they could remove them from existence with just a single word.

And why would the Wrights even try to defend trash like him?

He remembered the day he was evaluated vividly, The moment he became assessed to have an SS Rank talent, his entire family and he was overjoyed, but unfortunately, God had to fuck him over and give him a useless affinity.

How could he achieve his talent rank if he had no mana training technique to even help him reach it?

There was nothing about the thanks attribute available.

His family amd even the government themselves were excited when an individual appeared among the humans who had a new attribute, yet it soon turned into disappointment when they realized his affinity was literal garbage.

Dejected, Alex laid down on the cold hard floor of the platform he was swinging his sword at and raised his hand.

He channeled his mana and converted it into his affinity, And then a Grey hue started to form around his hand.

He looked at the grey hue with contempt.

But the contempt in his eyes soon turned into surprise when he saw an upside-down head belonging to an old man with a well-kept beard looking at him with his golden eyes.

" My, What an interesting affinity you got there."

Alan Peccator truly had shitty luck, The one person he wanted to meet here came on the one day he didn't come.