The next town we arrived at was called Floopshire.
Yeah. Floop. Shire.
I already hated it.
But we needed supplies, and I needed something stronger than bread to survive as a "villain."
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Inside the town square, a crowd had gathered around a glowing crystal pillar. People were shouting.
"BEHOLD! THE VILLAIN HAS COME!"
…Huh?
I looked around.
"Oh no," Liria whispered.
"Oh yes," I said, backing away.
But it was too late. They were looking straight at me.
Some guy in a robe pointed. "The One with Uncombed Hair and Sad Eyes! He matches the prophecy!"
"Sad eyes!?" I shouted.
"I knew it," Liria facepalmed. "You started a cult."
"I didn't do anything!"
"You breathed in the town square. That's enough here."
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Then someone yelled, "SHOW US YOUR POWER, DARK LORD!"
Crap.
I panicked. I pointed my rusty dagger at a pigeon.
"Begone."
The pigeon exploded.
Like, actually exploded.
There was silence. Then cheers. The crowd went wild.
"HE TURNED A PIGEON INTO PURE ENERGY!"
"I didn't mean to!"
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That's when she appeared.
Myra.
Mage. Genius. Psychopath.
Pink hair, eyes glowing with magical fire, and a permanent grin like she just drank five energy drinks.
"Villain-sama!" she squealed, teleporting right in front of me. "I've been waiting for you!"
"Who—what—how do you know me?!"
"I read the stars! And your fanfiction comments!"
"…what."
She threw her arms around me. "I'll burn the world for you!"
Liria looked horrified. "We do not need her."
"I think we do," I whispered. "She can explode birds."
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And just like that, Myra joined the party.
I now had:
One sarcastic sword girl with trust issues.
One deranged mage who thinks I'm her anime husbando.
A town that worships me for destroying a flying rat.
This villain thing was getting out of hand.
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[Next Chapter: Fanservice, Fireballs, and Fluffy Pancakes]
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