Eric had always been popular within the social circles of Nobles, with a good reputation and a considerable amount of Steadfast Reputation.
He was always surrounded by many lackeys and admirers.
The boys and girls he brought today were among them.
However, despite being a low-ranked Noble from a remote area, the Brown-haired Girl dared to reject his invitations again and again.
This gave Eric an unbelievable sense of frustration.
Naturally, Eric’s lackeys also thought the Brown-haired Girl was refusing a toast only to drink punishment.
Especially those girls who admired Eric, believing she didn’t know what was good for her, disrespecting their male god and wounding his pride.
So their attacks became even more vicious.
As this was mentioned, the girls began to tear at the Brown-haired Girl’s Academy Uniform.
“You! What are you doing? Stop!”
The Brown-haired Girl screamed, trying to stop the girls from ripping at her clothes.
She unleashed her Soil Element Magic, and the girls who came forward were instantly thrown into confusion by layers of earth rising from the ground, tumbling them into the mud.
“You dare fight back, huh!”
The girls slowly got up from the ground, their clothes in disarray.
Some had mud stains, some had buttons torn off their shirts revealing a glimpse of bras or slender waists, and others had big holes in their stockings.
The scene was utter chaos.
“Pfft…”
“Liyakade-sama, what are you still laughing at! Please help already!”
Though it was unethical and clearly rude to the Client, Liyakade, hiding not far away, couldn’t help but almost laugh.
No wonder in the world before she transmigrated, some people always said they liked watching women fight.
Watching women fight really was something else—just a bit of movement and spring scenes appeared.
If this kept going, Eric and his lackeys as bystanders would have a feast for their eyes.
Seeing the Brown-haired Girl and Eric’s group of girls preparing to use Magic, Liyakade knew it was time to act.
“That’s enough.”
“Ha? Who are you? You think you’re…”
One of the girls glared, a hand pressed to her chest to keep her shirt from gaping, the other hand aiming at the Brown-haired Girl, about to cast Magic.
She looked toward the voice’s source, ready to curse.
But seeing a small white figure, her tone instantly softened.
This was the Academy’s infamous villain, notorious for a wicked and willful personality.
Though only a first-year, her Magic talent was extraordinary—said to be rivaled only by the Second Princess.
Though her family wasn’t prominent, merely border Nobles, she never feared power.
Whether big or small Nobles, she didn’t care at all.
Not long after enrolling, she led a group to teach all the bullying cliques a lesson, seemingly just for fun.
In this Academy, only Irina Zi and the Princess could keep Liyakade in check.
Though there hadn’t been any reports of Liyakade’s mischief these past two months, her reappearance now stirred memories of her villainy among those present.
Of course… all of this was originally planned by Irina Zi.
The people Liyakade led were assigned by Irina Zi, and the orders too.
It was all to imprint the image of Liyakade as a tyrant in the Academy, only to later punish her herself, thus raising her own Steadfast Reputation and PUA Liyakade.
In the Original, Irina Zi had succeeded.
But on this World Line, Irina Zi had already been counterattacked by Liyakade.
That’s why some thought Liyakade had been quiet these past two months—because she’d lost Irina Zi’s Public Opinion Guidance.
Now, however, the villain’s presence worked.
With Liyakade’s entrance, no one dared move.
“We didn’t mess with you, did we? Mind your own business!”
Though the girl was startled at first by Liyakade, she quickly tried to drive her away forcefully.
“So what if you didn’t mess with me? I just can’t stand the sight of you!”
As the words left her mouth, Liyakade’s previously calm face turned fierce.
A terrifying pressure and Magic power erupted, weighing everyone down.
She made no effort to reason with them.
Since Irina Zi had given Liyakade the role of a bully, it was just as well—Liyakade simply had to act the part and deal with them the villain’s way.
“Especially you!”
The girl looked into Liyakade’s eyes and felt they’d locked gazes.
The next moment, Liyakade charged straight at her.
As she watched Liyakade approach, the girl stared into those crimson eyes, feeling time slow, breath almost stopping, her life flashing through her mind.
She couldn’t understand—just what had she done to anger Liyakade?
Was it just for saying a few words in retort?
Truly worthy of the infamous Liyakade…
She shut her eyes in fear.
But the expected pain never came—instead, a strong wind brushed her hair.
“Eh?”
The girl opened her eyes and looked back.
Liyakade had one hand clamped tightly around Eric’s neck, pinning him to the ground.
“Let go of Eric-sama!”
“Stop, you Cursed Child!”
“Shut up, all of you!”
Liyakade’s shout silenced the crowd again.
Eric’s eyes bulged as he tried to pry Liyakade’s wrists from his throat.
But the strength in that delicate white arm and hand far exceeded her petite frame.
Even with all his might, Eric couldn’t shake her grip.
Eric even felt that if this continued, his neck would snap before he suffocated.
“Let… go…”
Eric’s face turned redder, veins bulging.
“I am… a Central Noble… You dare… hit me?”
“Heh.”
Liyakade gave a light laugh.
She’d beaten up the Prime Minister’s daughter—why would she fear a Kingdom Noble like him?
Then again, she truly disliked this Eric.
He reminded her too much of Irina Zi, which made her even harsher.
The same inexplicable pride, the same baseless reasons for bullying others, the same habit of hiding behind others and letting lackeys act while observing from the sidelines.
“Look at this man—what’s so good about him?”
Liyakade raised Eric by the neck for all to see.
“Rejected by a girl, he seeks revenge, but doesn’t even do it himself—he brings a crowd to bully her, then hides at the back. If the Academy catches them, he lets you all take the fall.”
Liyakade spoke with conviction.
After all, this was much like the Original owner’s experience.
How could Liyakade not know it by heart?
“Especially you!”
She turned to glare at the stunned girls.
“You’re even dumber. This man only wants to use you—he never cared about you. Can’t you see? He just feels proud to have you around.”
“But…”
“But what!?”
Liyakade cut off those trying to argue.
“Weren’t you all caught up in the Magic earlier? Did this man do anything? He didn’t try to defend you or care about you at all. He just watched you like a joke.”
“If someone had used a bit more force, would he care if you were hurt?”
The girls Liyakade rebuked looked at each other, unable to answer.