I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game-Chapter 104: Final Exams (1)

"Just you wait! This time, my name will be at the top!"

The villainess confidently declared her intent to steal the top spot.

Her blue eyes shone brightly, filled with determination. Perhaps the sting of her previous defeat had left a mark, as her resolve to exact revenge seemed palpable.

A smug smile played on her lips, characteristic of her arrogance. She looked utterly convinced of her victory.

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"It was only natural for me to claim the top spot from the beginning. After all, I’m born of the noble Vanity bloodline."

Despite being outsmarted several times before, her vanity showed no signs of breaking. The girl aimed her brazen mockery at me, her expression a mixture of disdain and condescension, as if she were looking down on a defeated foe.

Although her actions deviated from the original story, her fundamental personality seemed unchanged. She was, in every sense, living up to her name as the epitome of vanity.

'Ah, brilliant.'

I suppressed the grin threatening to tug at my lips.

Every reaction she gave was a dopamine hit.

Though our first meeting left a sour impression, I had since come to see the cracks in her facade. Behind her villainous smirk lay a litany of laughable weaknesses.

No matter how much she postured, all I could see was a delightful source of entertainment.

'This is going to be fun.'

The thought of dismantling her haughty demeanor made even my cold heart feel a flicker of warmth.

I took a deep breath, keeping my expression carefully composed to sell my feigned unease. A predator must first lull their prey into complacency.

Feigning distress only encouraged her to believe even more firmly in her victory. When the timing felt right, I dangled the bait.

"How about we make a wager?"

"A wager?"

"We compete for the top spot. The loser must grant the winner one favor."

"Are you sure about this? The scope of this exam is particularly challenging. You won’t be able to catch up just by cramming for a single night."

"Of course."

"Not to mention, you’ve been away and missed most of the classes."

Her words seemed intended to mock, but there was a strange undertone of concern. Hidden beneath her vanity was an odd sense of consideration.

Despite her earlier bravado, she hesitated now.

"Are you perhaps afraid?"

The one thing no proud individual could ignore.

Her expression hardened.

"What did you say...?"

It seemed my counter-taunt caught her off guard, reversing the roles. She froze, momentarily speechless, before furrowing her brows in a defiant attempt to regain control.

She took the bait, her pride stung.

"Afraid? Who’s afraid? I was just worried you’d lose and end up crying over it!"

"So, does that mean you accept?"

"Of course, I do! I’ll crush you thoroughly!"

"As bold as ever."

"This wager is as good as mine. You should focus on preparing for the price of your defeat."

"If you say so. I’ll be looking forward to it."

I responded with a sly grin.

The prey had bitten down on the bait.

A massive wave of dopamine washed over me.

In the not-so-distant future, the only thing awaiting her was a humiliating defeat despite her best efforts.

I casually walked away, savoring the anticipation.

***

A week later.

The short holiday of the school trip had passed, and the final exams, scheduled exactly a month later, had arrived.

By the time the results of the written exam were announced, rumors had already begun circulating. It was said that the difficulty was so extreme it practically overturned the academy's historical records.

Students were crushed under the maliciously high level of difficulty.

Yet, even in such turbulent times, there are always those who rise above the chaos.

Among the small group of geniuses stood none other than the villainess herself.

Emilia was brimming with confidence, both before and after the exams.

She had worked tirelessly to ensure she wouldn’t fall behind.

Though achieving a perfect score might have been unrealistic, she was certain her efforts were enough to secure the top spot.

With a confident smile, she celebrated the sweat and toil she had poured into her preparation.

This time, victory is mine!

This exam was crucial.

At the beginning of the semester, Emilia's reputation had suffered greatly after her infamous public mishap in front of the entire student body.

To recover her standing, she needed to continuously prove herself.

The timing seemed perfect.

The boy who had secured the top spot with overwhelming scores in the last exam had been absent for a long time due to personal matters.

He hadn’t attended any lectures, let alone reviewed the scope of the material.

With such favorable odds, Emilia was confident of her victory.

While a part of her wondered if this was an unfair fight, her doubts were swept away by his bold provocation.

In her mind, there was only one objective: to deal him a crushing defeat.

This wager is as good as mine. You’d better start preparing to pay the price of your loss.

The written exam results were announced a few days later.

With confident strides, Emilia approached the snake.

If everything went as expected, defeat was not even a possibility.

But.

"This... this can't be..."

There was one crucial fact she had overlooked.

If a crane rises above the chickens, then among cranes, there is always a peacock that stands taller.

Emilia stared at the rankings, her pupils trembling.

[Final Exams]

[Comprehensive Written Exam Rankings]

Yuda SnakeusEmilia VanityCharlotte Little von StaufenRuska Vanity

...

Yuria FerzinasJannan CrastonThe villainess, upon seeing the results, could do nothing but clutch the back of her neck in disbelief.

"This makes no sense."

Who would have thought?

Despite managing responsibilities outside the academy, he hadn’t neglected his studies in the slightest.

It was sheer insanity, driven entirely by his single-minded desire to tease her mercilessly.

Faced with the absurd ranking, Emilia was frozen in place.

"Lady Vanity."

Beside her, the snake was smiling brightly.

"Lady Vanity."

"..."

"Second place is still an excellent achievement."

"Don’t say it."

"Second—"

"I warned you. If you say it again, I will genuinely—"

"Place is still an excellent achievement."

"..."

As expected, the finishing blow landed without fail.

Emilia could only bite her lip, suppressing her frustration.

What else could she do?

Both during the midterms and the finals, her rank had been unchanging: always second place.

***

On the way back to the dormitory after checking the announced rankings, Emilia remained unusually silent.

Perhaps because I had teased her all day, she didn’t say a word, her tightly shut lips making her displeasure clear.

The tense atmosphere suggested she was more than just a little angry.

Walking alongside her in uncomfortable silence, I finally glanced at her, gauging her mood, and spoke carefully.

A gesture of reconciliation, feeling I might have gone too far.

"I may have taken the joke too far."

"..."

"I apologize."

"...It’s fine. Really."

"I may have taken the joke too far. I apol—"

"Hey!!!"

Of course, it was just another form of teasing.

"Do you find this funny? Is it fun for you?!"

"It’s very enjoyable."

"Ughhh...!"

"It’s very enjoyable."

"Be quiet!"

Emilia stomped her foot and huffed in frustration, her face a picture of irritation.

We’d been having this kind of exchange all the way back.

Mocking her was the victor’s privilege. The defeated could not defy the ruthless laws of competition.

And so, I did my best to laugh at her expense.

"You’re so childish! Do you think I’ll crumble over this kind of silly wordplay?"

"Yes."

"I will not!"

"Yes."

"Ughhh! Grrr...!"

She swallowed her boiling anger, her usually refined tone slipping into a more flustered and raw voice.

But of course, the real fun was just beginning.

There was still one critical condition to fulfill.

"I’ll stop the jokes here."

"..."

"Instead, shall we proceed to the reward we agreed upon?"

"The reward...?"

"A week ago, we made a wager. The loser grants the winner one request."

"...I remember. So, what’s your request?"

"Heh."

I let out a mischievous laugh.

Without hesitation, I revealed what I had in mind.

"I’d like to touch your body."

"What?"

"As I said. I’ll choose a part to touch and will expect you to remain still without resisting. That’s my request."

"Wh-what kind of shameless request is that all of a sudden?!"

"I trust you won’t go back on your word."

"While it’s true I made the promise, still... something like this... I mean, not that it’s outright impossible, but are you really serious about this?"

"I want nothing else."

"Ugh... ughhh...!"

Her face instantly turned beet red.

The icy composure she usually maintained had melted away, her cheeks now blooming with a heat like midsummer flowers.

It was clear she hadn’t expected such a request.

Even her characteristic arrogance had vanished, leaving her flustered and stammering.

"I shouldn’t have agreed to the bet back then..."

She seemed to curse her past self for her foolishness.

After agonizing for a while, she eventually closed her eyes tightly, as if resigning herself to her fate.

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"Do... do what you want."