Erotic RPG: I am in the Game world, But My Heroines are Villainesses

"That guy….He is crazy…."

A girl mumbled to herself as she walked inside the crowd of the academy. Her black eyes wandered around the place, looking for people.

[What do you mean?]

Inside her head, a hoarse voice echoed. She slowly lowered her hand, touching the small gem on her neck.

"This is the first time I am getting such a feeling from a person. It is as if he is also like me." With a crazed smile, she licked her lips.

[No. He is not.]

However, the voice she could hear didn't affirm that fact.

"I know. I didn't mean it that way." The girl replied as she approached a stall.

"Can I check these weapons?"

"Of course! These are some of the finest pieces of weaponry you'll find in this festival," the senior exclaimed with evident enthusiasm, his eyes gleaming as he gestured to the array of weapons.

"This one here," he began, picking up a beautifully crafted blade, "is tempered with a unique technique passed down in my family for generations. It enhances durability without compromising sharpness."

The girl nodded, feigning interest while her eyes scanned the weapons. "Impressive craftsmanship, truly."

He proceeded to explain various other weapons, detailing their features and craftsmanship. As he enthusiastically described the nuances of each piece, she could sense his pride and dedication to his craft.

"I take pride in the details," he continued, showing a beautifully decorated axe, "and the aesthetics. Functionality and beauty should go hand in hand."

"Indeed," she murmured her mind elsewhere.

After a while, she interrupted politely, "Thank you for explaining. I prefer to observe alone now."

The senior looked a bit disheartened, but he seemed slightly overwhelmed by the air around the girl. The scars on her body and his muscles seemed to put a weird feeling in him, but he smiled nevertheless. "Of course. Take your time. If you have any questions or need assistance, feel free to ask."

As the owner of the stall gave space to the girl, she also turned her attention to the weapons.

[But, as you said, that guy is different.]

Her companion spoke in a voice only she could hear, as she felt the cold metal of weapons.

"Did you sense something about him?"

[It wasn't obvious, but there were a bunch of different traces that didn't belong to a human coming from him.]

"Traces not belonging to a human?"

[Yes.]

"Can you identify them? Is it demons?"

[No. It is not demons. I would be able to identify it if it were demons.]

"Then-"

[It was something even I don't know, like something ancient.]

"Something even you don't know, huh?"

[Yes. And that girl is not normal either.]

"The girl with red hair."

[Yes. She is blessed.]

"How interesting, I guess I should fight her then."

[You can fight her, but don't ever try to fight with him.]

"Why?"

[That kid. He is hiding his strength.]

"That much was obvious."

[No. It is even more than what you think. He can kill almost every student you have encountered today, aside from some.]

"That much? They are seniors of the academy, you know?"

[Seniors or whatever. I am saying what I see. Don't mess with that kid for now, and don't antagonize him.]

"I feel like it's a bit late for that. Also, you know me. I can't contain myself when I see a strong individual."

[You don't need to worry. He doesn't have any animosity towards you, at least he didn't have unless he is incredibly good at hiding his intent.]

"He may be, though. Haven't we both felt his intent when he directed it to that girl?"

[We did. His intent is certainly refined. However, he is not a master yet, so I doubt he has complete control over it.]

"I see." Just as the girl was about to continue her talk, the senior finally approached him with a clear expectancy in his eyes.

"Have you found something you liked?" the senior asked, hope in his eyes.

The girl glanced at the weapons, then shook her head. "Not quite what I'm looking for."

The disappointment was evident on the senior's face. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, his demeanor shifting. "Figures. You people come, waste our time, and never buy anything. You ugly bitch."

[Oh, no.]

Though with his last words, her patience waned.

She was already not in the mood to speak, as she just wanted to wander around the place and look for good weapons to add to her collection.

And, thanks to this insolence, especially coming from a wimp bastard like this one, she couldn't hold her annoyance.

She respected strong people, and to her, dogs like this guy didn't have any right to speak.

SWOOSH!

Slowly, she reached for a small dagger hidden beneath her tight academy uniform and swiftly drew it, placing the blade at the wimpy bastard's throat.

Her voice was firm, carrying a warning tone. "Be careful about the words you choose."

The senior's eyes widened, fear reflecting in them as the cold steel of the dagger pressed against his skin. "I-I apologize. I didn't mean to offend." He was a blacksmith, and he was actually someone known in the faculty for his good talent. But, he was also too weak to combat and feared pain inside.

"Apologize? How sincere. You didn't mean to offend, but you didn't hold back on the insults, did you?" she retorted, her voice dripping with scorn. She looked down on the guy as she looked into his tiny arms. "How did a weak, wimpy bastard like you become a blacksmith anyway?"

"You ugly bitch."

She let out a mocking laugh, the anger clear in her eyes. "Ugly? Is that the best insult you can come up with? Seems like someone has a problem with strong, capable women. Maybe you're just intimidated because you've never seen muscles like these on your weak frame."

The senior stammered, unable to respond. She pressed the dagger slightly harder against his throat, making him wince. "Cat got your tongue?"

Even though this place was the academy, the man was clearly intimidated by the black eyes looking into his eyes. Even though his rationality said to him that this place was an academy and he would be safe, the overbearing feeling of the tigress before him and the coldness of the blade on his throat made that rationality inactive.

And finally, he gave in to his fear.

"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that!" he pleaded.

"Shouldn't have indeed," she replied coldly, retracting the dagger and sheathing it. She turned away from him, disgusted. "Learn some manners and respect for others. Now, excuse me."

As she walked away, she could feel the eyes of the surrounding people on her. It didn't bother her. Some people needed to be put in their place, and she was more than willing to do it.

This was how the amazoness lived their lives, after all, and according to their customs, regardless of gender, the weak had no right to speak.