I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead-Chapter 25: Was It Too Late To Jump?

"I was trying to feel more of the wind!"

"Screw the wind!"

This woman had absolutely zero survival instincts.

No sane person, unless they were actively looking to remove themselves from the gene pool, would climb onto a metal railing on a rooftop.

Unless...

Oh god.

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"Vivienne Rozenfield?"

"Oh! So you do know me!"

Born as the unwanted third daughter of the Rozenfield family, Vivienne was considered useless, unnecessary, and utterly disposable.

Unlike her brilliant older siblings, who were playing chess like grandmasters at five, speaking five languages at seven, and managing estates by ten, Vivienne was... different.

She was slow to understand things.

She smiled too much, cried too much, and trusted too easily.

She was clumsy, naïve, and painfully gullible.

And, most importantly, she had the worst luck imaginable.

As a result, her family hid her away in a secluded estate, where only a handful of servants acknowledged her existence.

She was denied a proper education because "there's no point teaching an idiot."

Never had she been allowed to attend balls, parties, or even step outside the estate's walls.

The only books she had were outdated romance novels filled with ridiculous ideas about love and destiny.

Her only "friends" were indifferent servants and the occasional stray animal.

Every interaction with her family was laced with thinly veiled disgust.

If anyone in this world was the type to stand on a rooftop railing for "fun"... it would be her. The third heroine.

But none of that mattered because somehow, that was exactly what made people fall for her.

As the clueless protagonist in a romance novel, she tripped her way straight into everyone's hearts.

Until they discovered her hidden talent, having raw, monstrous strength.

While her siblings had genius laid in their minds, Vivienne's gift was in her body. The complete opposite of Sera.

Verena exhaled sharply, trying very hard not to let a single tear of frustration escape. This was exhausting. So exhausting.

"Lady Vivienne!"

A woman came sprinting onto the rooftop, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else.

Dressed in a maid's uniform, her maroon hair was hastily pinned back, and her dark eyes carried the kind of exhaustion only someone forced into an impossible job could have.

A swarm of school staff and professors arrived, all looking done with life, only for their collective exhaustion to deepen when they took in the scene before them.

Vivienne sitting on top of Verena like they had just been caught in a very compromising position.

In the end, Verena found herself dragged into the Prefect's Office of Discipline, alongside none other than the two lunatic stepbrothers who had turned the cafeteria into a warzone.

Accused. Of doing something.

With Vivienne.

She slowly turned to the blonde disaster next to her. "This is your fault. If you hadn't climbed up there like a lunatic."

"S-Sorry..."

Inhaling softly, Verena stared at the ceiling.

She had survived the mess with Evelyn, escaped the cafeteria brawl, only to end up here.

Accused.

Of unspeakable things.

Was it too late to just throw herself off the rooftop after all?

"And here I thought you were finally becoming decent," Raphael said, arms crossed, looking at Verena like a disappointed father.

"You cannot be saying that right now," Verena shot back, rolling her eyes so hard they nearly left orbit.

Beside her, Vivienne cheerfully chimed in, "Well, the school staff saw me sitting on top of her while we were on the rooftop—"

Verena slapped a hand over the girl's mouth instantly.

This girl. No social awareness. Zero. If society ever decided to bring back public executions, she'd be first in line.

"So you—" Raphael started, a slow smirk creeping onto his face.

"I DID NOT!"

As the session started, an endless barrage of scolding, lectures, and thinly veiled insults rained down on them for what felt like an eternity. The prefects, the professors - everyone took turns treating them like the disgrace of the academy.

An hour of suffering later, they were finally released.

Waiting just outside, arms crossed and looking thoroughly unimpressed, was Beatrice.

"So, is that why you ditched me? Because you were off mingling with someone el—"

"SHUT UP!"