DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

It was a dark night inside the gate. The presence of thousands of stars shone through the bluish-black cover of the night sky, a beautiful sight to see, undoubtedly.

Unfortunately, the humans, who were the only living beings in the dungeon currently with the capability to appreciate such a sight were stuck in a snow-covered forest where the leaves that prevented any light from coming from above were the only thing they could see if they looked… if they could even see anything at all in the dark forest, especially now that it was nighttime.

But in the forest tonight, maybe due to the new human presence, there was a sight you didn't see often, if ever even seen at all. The rare occurrence was a house in a clearing in the woods, and not just any type of house, it was a 3-story-building made from ice, and despite the worry of anyone that saw the building, it held strong even though ice was not inherently used as a construction material for building houses.

Okay, enough about the house… what we should pay attention to is the young man standing a little distance from the house. He was a handsome person with a beauty that seemed to become even more prominent in the dark, with emerald-green eyes that gleamed behind the lens on his face.

He was covered in a cloak that blew with the wind, exposing the plain-striped black shirt and trousers he wore beneath the cloak. Despite his thin clothes, he didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by the cold in his surroundings.

His hands were in the pockets of his trousers and his view was directed upwards, whether it was the leaves of the trees, or his vision could somehow pierce past those leaves to look up into the mystical sky above, or maybe his eyes were looking at something unseen to the normal vision, nobody knew, but his concentration was broken by the sound of a twig breaking.

He looked in the direction of the noise without the slightest bit of caution with a face that seemingly knew what was coming and knowing it presented no danger to him… not because of its intentions because even he couldn't read minds… but because he knew there was no threat to him whatsoever, not with that level of power.

"Teresa…" he muttered, white air present around his mouth as he breathed out warm air while looking at the cause of the noise. It was a beautiful brown-haired woman with a mature charm.

"... Why aren't you with the rest of your kiddies' squad?" he decided to ask, as he truly wondered what her presence outside the house entailed, they were supposed to be resting after all… him as well.

"Kiddies squad?" the woman asked with a raised eyebrow, confused at his choice of words but still walking towards him.

"... whatever, what do you want?" Davies wasn't interested in explaining why he called her and her companions the kiddie's squad, as it was a waste of time and saliva, and he preferred to keep mute.

"I just wanted to talk," Teresa replied as she arrived next to him, and then looked upward to see if she could see whatever Davies was staring upward for so intently a few seconds ago.

"What about?" Davies proceeded to ask, confused at her act of looking upwards with such intent, it was just a bunch of boring ol' leaves up there.

"Tisha has been acting weird and she looks down after she came back with you from wherever it is you went," Teresa stated her reason for coming to meet with him.

"Ahh, playing the dutiful elder sister, I see," Davies says with amusement.

"I do think of her as a younger sister if that's what you mean," Tisha answered, not understanding the underlying meaning of the statement.

"So, you're one of the "onee-san" types, eh?" Davies replied with a raised eyebrow.

[She's more of the MILF type] Miya suddenly adds.

'Nah, she's not that mature, but she does fit the bill,'

'She thick…' Davies thinks to himself as he ogles her curves that her robes did little to hide.

[Thicker than the plot] Miya added.

'... I can't say you're wrong,' Davies replies with a chuckle.

"Ehh? What's that?" Teresa asks, genuinely confused by what "onee-san" should mean, it seemed she was totally ignorant of this topic.

"How cute…" Davies says with another chuckle.

"What is?" Teresa asks.

"Your ignorance… and your face," Davies says with a slight smile.

A pink blush threatened to break out on Teresa's cheeks as receiving a compliment from anyone is enough to please a woman, talk less of a handsome male specimen like Davies, but she reigned it in and asks again about the reason she came here in the first place.

"Ahhhhh… don't confuse me," she replied disgruntled, with a small pout.

".…as I was saying, about Tisha?" she went on to ask.

"Ohhh, about glasses girl," Davies voiced with a tone like he forgot about the matter.

"Beats me… she is pretty weird," Davies said and sat on a log that was nearby.

"She has a name you know," Teresa says with a displeased voice.

"I call anybody any name I damn please, woman!" Davies almost snapped, but stopped himself at the last second, though his tone still came out sharper than normal.

"You're lucky I'm not calling you any names… I'd rather save it for when we're in bed, that way we'd be saying each other's names,"

"Though you'd be screaming mine," Davies says with a cheeky but predatory grin.

This time Teresa could do nothing about the blush that broke out on her face even as she stared at Davies with her jaw dropped at his total bluntness.

"Y…Y-You, what are you saying," Teresa stammered as she looked away to hide her blush, she only had a mature look and aura, she actually didn't have that much experience, hence her exaggerated reaction, though the reaction would have stayed the same for any woman who was on the receiving end of Davies's words.

Though shocked at the bluntness of Davies's words, she took it as Davies making a joke, and with that in mind, she calmed herself… if only she knew that Davies doesn't make such types of jokes… but that is a story for another day.

Davies after seeing the reaction his words was happy with his progress with the "delectable meal" that he planned to end up eating, but on another day as doing anything like that inside a gate was borderline "No" for him, so he chose to do the next most intriguing thing on his mind currently and that was to find out more about "the weird glasses girl", Tisha Nancy.

"Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask about her anyway,"

"What's her deal with her not killing monsters, and why does she wear the selective ear-blocker buds?" he asked Teresa who was coming out of her blushing reverie, with his eyes glowing curiously.

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