I play a Evil God in Otome Game

Chapter 8 - 7:Academy

"Milady, we’re about to arrive at the Capital," said Thomas, catching Morrigan’s attention as she looked out the window.

New Camelot, a bustling city with a population of 8 million, was impressive even from a distance. The Royal Palace, visible from afar, stood as a symbol of elegance with its tall white walls.

"Milady, the Capital may look beautiful, but it is not," Thomas’ voice drew Morrigan’s focus back. "The recent economic crisis has hit the Capital as well. While the number of poor people increases every second, the King dines on dragon meat in his palace."

Morrigan had to agree. Even she, living in isolation at the manor, knew that the reformists had been gaining more support lately.

The reformists were divided into two groups: Republicans and those who wanted a Constitutional Monarchy.

The Republicans were supported by citizens with low income, while those advocating for a Constitutional Monarchy found their support among the middle class.

Despite their different ideologies, they shared common goals: a secular state, a fair tax system, and an organized military.

Naturally, they became targets of both the church and the nobility. Initially, the nobility held the upper hand, but the reformists grew stronger, thanks to a man who rapidly gained popularity among the people, making even the nobility cautious.

Maxwell Valor Patriarch was a man of impeccable literary skill and a master in many scientific fields, including Mathematics, Physics, and Biology.

Maxwell’s parents were among the families sent to assimilate the regions captured from the Warganians during the reign of the previous king, Edward VI.

Maxwell, with his polite demeanor and intelligence, could even win over the Warganians. He learned how to wield a spear and an axe from them.

Later, he graduated from Oshford University, a rival of Arstotia Academy, with an unprecedented record in history.

Afterward, he served as a Royal Advisor for a year.

But Maxwell grew disillusioned with the King’s indifferent actions while the people lived in misery, leading him to join the newly rising Reformist Party.

By the way, Jack was seeing the city in detail for the first time. In the Otome game, we could only see certain places, but thanks to this Mod, every detail of the Royal Palace was now visible.

"Morrigan will soon meet the prince and Alice," Jack’s eyes showed a hint of worry. Morrigan couldn’t use magic to support herself in front of the entire Academy.

"I hope you heart doesn’t break, Morrigan," Jack sighed. A tough year was beginning for Morrigan. Attempts at bullying, absurd pranks, mockery, and false rumors awaited her.

"Anyway, this is just a game. If I can kill them, Morrigan will live a happy life." Despite the features of the Mod, Jack still didn’t want to believe this.

Suddenly, an Otome game was turning into reality. It was something so supernatural and hard to explain.

After a while, Morringan arrived in the city. As the carriage entered the city, the first thing that caught Morringan’s attention was not just himself; many nobles had also arrived.

Even the carriages of barons’ children were accompanied by at least ten knights.

Naturally, Morringan’s carriage drew attention, accompanied by a hundred Sun Knights with its luxurious and golden carriage.

"This must be the eldest daughter of the Duke of Thornvile," said a woman with her hair tied into a braid, a deep frown on her face.

Unlike other nobles, the Wargan culture looked down upon the escort soldier system.

To them, it was a sign of cowardice and weakness. Rachel looked at the nobles passing by with a scowl, a sneer forming on her face. "Do these cowards really call themselves nobles?"

Richard, who was sitting across from Rachel, nodded. Like his sister, he had blonde hair and blue eyes. "That’s just their culture. I don’t understand why our father sent us here."

Richard gazed outside with displeasure. Compared to his homeland, this place was hot and humid.

Its people were ignorant, and its nobles were greedy and incompetent.

"Our father must have his reasons," said Rachel. Richard agreed. "Still, he isn’t telling us."

"He will, sooner or later."

"I hope so."

Rachel looked at the figure in Morrigan’s carriage. She had neither the horns nor the red eyes from the rumors. "She doesn’t look anything like the rumors suggest."

"She’s just an ordinary person, like us," said Richard with a bored look. "You know how it is here, full of lies and hypocrites."

"Her engagement with the prince was broken. I thought she would be punished," Rachel said. In the Wargan lands, marriage alliances happened, but they were rare. Usually, the strongest men fought for women, and the winner married the girl.

"Prince Julias will also be joining the academy with us this year." Richard sneered and mocked, "I bet he’s his father’s son."

Rachel laughed. "It must be unfortunate to be the son of a man like Henry."

Henry’s reputation was poor. Unlike his father, Edward VI, he was a failed leader. He was the reason the nobles had become corrupt.

"Still, our father wants us to befriend Saint," Rachel said with disgust.

The religion of the Goddess of Light wasn’t popular in the Wargan lands; the Wargans worshipped the Goddess of Ice.

"We’ll have to endure it," Richard said. "We can’t defy our father."

Rachel pouted. "I think we’d be better off befriending that woman, Morrigan."

"Do as you wish, but we must keep an eye on the Saint." Richard looked outside as the carriage came to a stop. They had already arrived at the academy.

Rachel stepped out nonchalantly, her gaze filled with arrogance as she looked at the nobles. Her style of dress immediately sparked whispers.

"Look at her, dressed like a barbarian," a noble girl said.

"Still, she looks better than that witch," another noblewoman sneered, touching her blonde hair. "The Duke’s daughter doesn’t even have blonde hair like us."

The noble girls giggled, even though the joke wasn’t particularly funny, because this girl was the daughter of an earl. Harvey was the middle daughter of Albert Stewart, a powerful earl who governed the city of Dresdenburg.

Spoiled from childhood, Harvey often tried to bully Alice out of jealousy for the prince’s affection and loved to mock Morrigan.

She was expelled from the school after being caught by Adrian while trying to bully Alice.

This was because the Church provided Alice with unlimited support.

Hearing Harvey’s mockery, Rachel raised an eyebrow. Bullying and gossip were things only weak people indulged in, in her view.

"You think you’re funny?" Harvey turned around when she heard Rachel’s voice. As she examined Rachel, her eyes narrowed in disgust. "Did you say something to me?"

She didn’t even bother to hide the disdain in her voice. Unlike the other girls, Rachel wore pants and a simple black jacket. Her outfit appeared very plain compared to the golden, glittering dresses the other girls wore.

"Yes, I did. Got a problem with that?" Harvey was momentarily taken aback by Rachel’s boldness, but it only lasted a second before her expression turned ugly.

"How dare a barbarian like you talk back to me?" Harvey’s voice, though not loud, caught everyone’s attention.

Rachel grinned when she was called a barbarian. "If I’m a barbarian, then you’re a whore, darling."

Harvey turned red with anger and embarrassment. One of the noblewomen watching laughed at this. Just as Harvey was about to snap back at Rachel, a call rang out.

"Prince Julias is coming!"

The moment Harvey heard the prince was arriving, her expression shifted from fury to concern. She immediately began fixing her hair and moved towards the front, completely ignoring Rachel.

"Tch, did she just forget about me?" Richard sighed while Rachel looked surprised. Richard leaned closer to Rachel and whispered in her ear, "Father told us not to cause trouble, and here you are causing trouble the moment we arrive."

Rachel’s only response was to frown. "I was just teaching her a lesson for gossiping."

Richard sighed again. "Fine, but don’t do it again. This kind of behavior isn’t well-received here."

Rachel shrugged indifferently, clearly not caring about her brother’s advice.

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The Sun Knights, numbering in the thousands, guarded the carriage carrying the Prince with deadly seriousness.

Nobles gathered around the carriage, with many women filling the front row, hoping that Prince Julias would notice them.

When the carriage door opened, the prince, with platinum blond hair and sky-blue eyes, stepped out and, to everyone’s surprise, extended his hand toward the door.

The one who took the prince’s hand was a woman with pink hair and blue eyes, dressed in elegant attire.

Women screamed at the sight of a commoner next to the prince.

"Why is our prince with such a simple woman?"

"That woman isn’t even beautiful!"

Finally, a knight’s shout silenced the screaming women. "Show respect to the Saint!"

The women were shocked once more upon hearing that the pink-haired woman was a saint.

"Is this country girl the Saint?" Harvey’s nails dug into his palms, but he was so angry that he didn’t feel the pain.

He despised Alice, thinking, How could a woman dressed like a pauper be with the Prince?

"Lady Alice, don’t mind their words," Julias said when he saw Alice’s fallen expression. Alice immediately nodded and smiled brightly.

"Thank you, my Prince." As Alice and Julias walked among the nobles, Julias glanced at Morringan, who was still sitting in the carriage, watching the scene outside.

"My Prince, do you know that woman?" Alice asked curiously, noticing that the Prince was looking at Morringan.

Julias shook his head. "I do not."

Alice nodded, then smiled and waved when she saw Morringan looking at her.

But Morringan ignored her and looked away.

Alice was momentarily surprised, and Julias frowned. "Ignore her; she’s just acting cold."

Alice nodded, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she observed the Academy.

Having lived in an orphanage in her village since childhood, Alice never imagined she would one day come here as a Saint.

As Alice watched everything with a sweet smile, Julias formed a grin.

"Let’s go to the Academy. The time has come," said Julias. Alice nodded, and they entered the Academy.

The Academy was vast. The classes were divided into Sword and Magic classes. The Sword classes were where students learned sword techniques, Mana pressure, and many other skills.

The goal was to direct Mana into the sword and learn the sword style along with its properties.

For example, someone with a fire attribute could cover their sword in flames and perform powerful attacks.

Someone with a wind attribute could use sword techniques to increase their speed.

The Magic classes focused on Mana control, advanced theoretical knowledge, and spellcasting.

Additionally, there were common subjects such as Potion Making, Supernatural Botany, Enchantment Magic, Chemistry, and History.

There were also optional courses like the history of the Goddess of Light and the analysis of sacred texts.

The professors at Aristotia were among the best in the Holy Mary Kingdom.

The Academy’s headmaster was Aeltor Feyn, a half-elf who was 700 years old.

Aeltor possessed all four primary attributes and also had the attribute of time. He was a skilled, calm, and intelligent man.

He had lived for 700 years and was invited to become the Academy’s headmaster 300 years ago.

The Academy also held annual tournaments and events, sometimes visited by the king.

The Academy featured a large library, gardens, and a conference hall capable of accommodating 3,000 people. It had elegant designs and luxurious seats.

Each year, new students gathered in the conference hall to learn about their attributes, discovering what they were in turn.

Those who touched a magical sphere learned their attributes.

The sphere examined the Mana of the person who touched it and reacted accordingly.

For example, if a person with a fire attribute touched the sphere, it would turn into a fireball.

If the person had talent in Mana, the heat emitted by the sphere would increase and could even damage the ground.

In the game, Morrigan’s touch turned the sphere black, frightening onlookers and leading to a call for her execution.

But as a noble, execution was impossible unless ordered by the king.

When Alice touched the sphere, it illuminated the conference hall like the sun.

Jack interrupted his thoughts and watched Morrigan, who looked tense. He wanted to offer some motivation. "Believe in yourself. You can do it."

[Don’t lose to the weak.]

Hearing the voice of her god filled Morrigan with happiness. Her god had finally given her a revelation. ’I won’t disappoint my god.’

Even if the message she wanted to convey didn’t come across perfectly, Jack saw Morrigan’s expression shift from tension to determination.

Five minutes later, everyone had taken their seats and was eagerly awaiting the reveal of their attributes.

Jack took his drink, lit his cigarette, and stared intently at the screen.

Despite it being 2 a.m., he didn’t care.