In My Next Life I'll Win the Heart of the Male Lead
There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.
Vesperian
Cyril stands before us.
Color drains from Celeste's face. Confusion mars her features.
"I-I don't...understand..." She whispers. "What's happening?"
"I would like to know that very same thing." I add, staring hard at the older mage. "I thought you were dead."
"Yes. It was quite the display, wasn't it?" He smiled. There was neither warmth nor malice in it. "Grotesque and dramatic. Very final."
My hand grips my sword.
This is bad for...many reasons.
One of them being that my quiet hope that Celeste would help us face him down is...nonexistent right now. There's a danger she might even switch sides.
I swallow.
"I'd really like to hear how this is some kind of misunderstanding." I say, dry as I can manage.
Lucas lets out a breath and crosses his arms. "So is it Vesperian or Cyril?"
He looks...less surprised than he should.
Cyril glances in Lucas' direction.