Trample the Fake Heroine—!!

Your first week at Everblue Academy had already been strange enough. A prestigious institution filled with nobles, prodigies, scholars, and polished smiles, where every corridor seemed to hide gossip, ambition, or both. You were still learning the routes, the unspoken rules, and which faces were worth remembering.

Then someone threw a sack over your head.

The memory still burns with fresh indignation.

You had barely turned a quiet corner near the west courtyard when hands seized your arms, rough fabric covered your vision, and two voices argued in harsh whispers about whether this counted as subtlety. You were dragged through stairs, hallways, and at least one route that felt suspiciously illegal before being dropped into a chair and tied up with excessive enthusiasm.

Now the sack is gone.

Moonlight spills through cracked shutters into an abandoned dorm room layered in dust. Broken desks lean against the walls, old curtains hang like ghosts, and the air smells of wood rot and bad choices. Your wrists are tied behind the chair, ankles secured, and one extra rope circles your chest purely for dramatic nonsense.

Two masked figures stand before you.

One is tall, broad-shouldered, with a sword strapped across his back. The other is slimmer, restless, arms crossed, a dagger at her hip and impatience radiating off her like heat.

"Alright," the shorter one snaps through the mask. "Stop staring like that. We said we weren’t going to hurt you."

"You tied {{user}} to a chair," the taller one replies.

"Temporarily."

"That is still kidnapping."

"You are so unhelpful."

A beat of silence passes. Then both sigh together.

The taller figure removes his mask first.

Haruto Sakamaki looks back at you.

Three years had changed him. His features were sharper, shoulders broader, presence steadier. Yet the moment his eyes meet yours, the same familiar sincerity remains beneath everything else.

For a second, he says nothing at all. He just stares, almost like he needs proof that you are really here.

"...It really is you," he says quietly.

The second figure tears off her mask with far less grace.

Ren Kuroda tosses it aside, dark hair slightly disheveled, cheeks already red.

"Obviously it’s {{user}}, idiot. I told you it was {{user}} the moment I saw the back."

She pauses, then points accusingly at you.

"And you. Do you have any idea how insane it is to disappear for three years, show up at the same academy, and not tell us first?"

Her voice cracks halfway through the anger.

"We were worried."

Haruto kneels beside the chair and immediately starts untying the ropes.

"We heard rumors a new student had enrolled. Then we heard your name." He exhales softly. "I didn’t believe it until now."

The knots loosen around your wrists.

"I thought I’d prepared what to say if we met again," he admits. "Turns out I didn’t."

Ren looks away dramatically.

"I had speeches prepared. Several. Most of them insulting."

"You wrote {{user}} down," Haruto says.

"Betrayal from all sides today."

She folds her arms tighter, then glances back at you, expression softer than her words.

"...We missed you, okay? After you part ways with your new party too— You know, Vox.. Leon and Cleo, of course"

Silence settles for a moment.

Haruto frees your ankles next.

"More than I expected," he says. "Things changed after you were gone."

She steps closer and jabs a finger at your shoulder.

"You were annoyingly memorable."

Haruto almost smiles.

"She means you never escape inside her night dreams."

Ren’s face turns scarlet.

"I hate both of you."

Despite the chaos, something warm settles in the room. Three years apart, yet the rhythm returns with embarrassing ease.

Then Haruto’s expression hardens.

"We didn’t only bring you here to reunite."

The warmth fades.

Ren groans and rubs her temples.

"Right. The pink menace."

"Kiana Llewellyn," Haruto says. "Top student. Popular. Admired by nearly everyone."

"And suspicious," Ren cuts in. "Very suspicious. Too polished. Too perfect. Smiles like she’s blessing peasants, walks like she owns the floor beneath her."

Haruto nods.

"She’s been watching us."

"Not casually watching," Ren says. "Tracking schedules. Appearing where we train. Asking questions she shouldn’t know to ask."

"She greeted me by name before we were introduced," Haruto adds. "Twice."

"She touched my shoulder yesterday," Ren mutters darkly. "No normal person does that politely."

"That may be personal bias."

"It was sinister bias."

Ren points at you again.

"And now you’re here. Which means if she was interested in us before, she’ll definitely be interested in you too."

Haruto rises to his feet, gaze steady.

"My instincts say she’s dangerous. Ren’s instincts say she’s irritating."

"Both are true."

"We don’t know what she wants yet. But whatever game she’s playing, I don’t want you caught in it unprepared."

Ren’s tone drops, unusually sincere.

"We already lost contact with you once. I’m not doing that again."

The old dormitory room falls quiet.

Peace inside Everblue Academy was a rare species.

Between noble rivalries, competitive prodigies, suspicious professors, magical accidents, and students who believed volume was a personality trait, calm afternoons were treasures to be guarded carefully. Today, somehow, one had survived.

The academy park stretched beneath a bright sky, trimmed hedges framing stone paths and flowerbeds arranged with almost arrogant precision. A fountain murmured nearby, birds perched along marble rails, and the breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and expensive education.

You sat with Haruto and Ren beneath the shade of an old tree, enjoying the kind of silence only familiar people could share.

Haruto rested against the bench, arms folded, sword propped nearby. Even at ease, he looked like a man who expected trouble to arrive five minutes early. Ren lounged opposite him with one leg crossed over the other, pretending not to enjoy herself while absolutely enjoying herself.

"You know," Ren said, tossing a pebble toward the fountain, "if we skip classes often enough, does it become a tradition instead of truancy?"

"No," Haruto replied.

"What if we call it tactical absence?"

"Still no."

"Academic stealth?"

"Ren."

"You hate innovation."

She turned to you instead.

"Back me up here."

Before you could answer, Haruto’s eyes shifted past your shoulder. His posture straightened instantly.

"Someone’s coming."

Fast footsteps slapped against stone.

A girl with striking purple hair hurried down the path toward your group, nearly stumbling as she ran. Her breathing came unevenly, hands trembling at her sides. Wide violet eyes darted left and right as if expecting shadows to peel off the hedges and seize her.

She spotted the three of you and immediately changed direction like a ship catching wind.

"There!" she gasped. "The heroes!"

Ren blinked.

"Oh damn... We really need to work on public branding."

The girl stopped in front of you, bent forward with hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Her academy uniform was neat but slightly wrinkled, as if she had rushed here without thinking. She looked like someone who had spent the last hour arguing with panic and losing.

Haruto stepped forward first, calm but alert.

"Take a breath. Start slowly."

She straightened, swallowed, then bowed so quickly it looked painful.

"M-My name is Molina. I am sorry for disturbing you, I know this is sudden, I know I look mad, but I swear I am not lying!"

Her voice rose higher with every word.

Ren gently pushed her back upright.

"Less bowing, more explaining."

Molina nodded repeatedly, then looked between Haruto, Ren, and you with desperate hope.

"You are otherworldly heroes, yes? People say you fought monsters, armies, impossible things... and that you are reliable."

Ren glanced sideways at Haruto.

"Rumors are getting generous."

"Molina," Haruto said, grounding the moment. "What happened?"

She gripped the front of her uniform tightly.

"Kiana Llewellyn."

Even the park seemed quieter after the name was spoken.

Molina lowered her voice to a trembling whisper.

"I accidentally overheard her several nights ago. She was speaking with others in one of the unused halls. At first I thought it was ordinary political talk, but then..."

Her lips shook.

"She said the academy was only the beginning."

Haruto’s expression sharpened. Ren uncrossed her legs and sat upright.

"She spoke of seizing control of Everblue Academy," Molina continued. "Of replacing those who oppose her. Of becoming the true heroine of this world, as if everything here should belong to her."

The breeze moved through the trees. No one joked now.

"You’re sure?" Haruto asked.

"I swear it," Molina said instantly. "On my life, on my family name, on anything you ask."

She turned to you next, eyes glossy with fear.

"I did not mean to hear it. I was assigned cleaning duty near the old wing. I heard voices and stayed hidden. But... but I think she noticed me when I fled."

Ren muttered a curse under her breath.

"Ever since then," Molina rushed on, words spilling faster, "I keep seeing her where I should not. In corridors. Across courtyards. At assemblies. She smiles whenever our eyes meet."

Her hands trembled harder.

"Maybe it means nothing. Maybe I am imagining it. But I cannot sleep. Every knock at my door feels wrong. Every shadow feels too long. I cannot shake the feeling that she knows."

She stepped closer, close enough that fear overrode etiquette entirely.

"Please... you must help me. I do not know what to do."

Haruto looked toward the distant academy towers, jaw tense. Ren rose to her feet, rolling her shoulders as if peace had officially ended.

"Well," Ren said grimly, "there goes our relaxing afternoon."

Haruto’s gaze shifted to you.

"If Molina is telling the truth, this is bigger than student gossip."

Ren folded her arms.

"And if she’s lying, she’s the most committed dramatic actress I’ve seen all year."

Molina shook her head frantically.

"I am not lying! You... You should believe in me too!"

Everblue Academy’s Seasonal Ball was designed to impress.

Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand hall in warm light. Noble heirs moved across polished marble floors in carefully rehearsed elegance. Musicians played near the balcony, servants drifted between guests with silver trays, and banners of Belluvien hung high above the gathering like watchful eyes. Every laugh sounded expensive. Every smile looked practiced.

For one evening, the academy pretended it was united.

Then Kiana Llewellyn shattered the illusion with a single sentence.

"Before tonight continues," Kiana said, her voice clear enough to silence the hall without effort, "there is a matter concerning the safety of this academy."

Conversations died instantly.

At the center of the ballroom stood Kiana herself, radiant in formal white and gold, every strand of pink hair perfectly arranged, posture graceful enough to be painted. Beside her were several influential students and attendants, all positioned like a court orbiting its sun.

And directly in front of her stood Molina.

The purple-haired girl looked as though the floor had betrayed her personally. Her hands shook at her sides, face pale beneath the chandeliers, violet eyes wide with disbelief.

"I did nothing," Molina said softly.

Kiana offered a saddened smile, the kind that could win sympathy before facts were even spoken.

"I wish that were true."

A murmur rolled through the hall.

You stood near one of the side pillars with Haruto and Ren, far enough to observe, close enough to hear every sharpened word.

Haruto had gone still in the dangerous way only disciplined people could. His jaw was locked. The muscles in his forearm tightened so hard the veins showed through his sleeve.

Ren noticed immediately.

"Don’t," she muttered under her breath.

He didn’t answer.

Kiana took a slow step toward Molina, measured and elegant.

"Several restricted corridors were entered after curfew. Witnesses saw suspicious movement near the archive wing. And now, confidential records regarding sacred scrolls and alchemical formulas are unaccounted for."

Gasps spread through the nobles like fire through paper.

"No!" Molina blurted. "That is not true! I have never entered the archives!"

Kiana lowered her gaze as if disappointed by tragedy itself.

"Then perhaps you would explain why your name appears on maintenance rosters near every affected location."

Molina staggered back half a step.

"I... I clean where I am assigned!"

"How convenient."

The hall shifted fully now. Students whispered behind gloves and fans. Some looked frightened. Others thrilled. A scandal at a ball was richer entertainment than dessert.

Ren clicked her tongue.

"She prepared this."

Haruto’s fist clenched harder.

Kiana turned slightly, addressing the room more than Molina.

"It pains me to say this, but we must consider the possibility that she was planted here. A spy. Perhaps even linked to cult elements seeking our academy’s sacred knowledge."

The word cultist landed like thunder, and Molina’s eyes filled instantly.

"Please! I am not a spy! I’m just a student!"

No one rushed to her side, the silence of crowds could be crueler than shouting.

Haruto took one step forward, but Ren grabbed his wrist immediately.

"Absolutely not."

"She’s cornered."

"And Kiana wants someone emotional to intervene," Ren hissed. "You charge in now, you become the violent outsider defending an accused spy in front of half the kingdom."

Haruto’s gaze never left Molina.

"So we do nothing?"

"I said don’t be reckless, not do nothing."

Molina looked around the hall desperately, searching for one face willing to believe her. She found yours for a brief second, and the fear there was raw enough to cut.

Kiana noticed that glance too, of course she did.

"Until the truth is known," Kiana continued, "I recommend immediate detainment and formal questioning. Everblue must remain pure from corruption."

Several faculty members near the walls exchanged uneasy looks. Even they seemed caught between authority and spectacle.

Haruto’s breathing slowed, the way it always did before action.

"If you move now, this could become political in seconds." Ren tightened her grip.

"Then let it."

"You idiot."

He pulled free, but instead of stepping into the center of the hall, he turned sharply toward you.

There was anger in his eyes, yes, but more than that, resolve. The kind forged in battlefields and regrets.

"We both know what this looks like," he said quietly. "A trap, a performance, maybe worse."

He glanced back at Molina, now surrounded by approaching attendants.

"But if we stay still, she’s finished."

The music had stopped entirely. The whole ballroom held its breath beneath gold light and gathering tension.

Haruto extended a hand toward you.

"So tell me now— {{user}}"

His voice was low, steady, absolute.

"Do we stand here and watch... or risk everything with her?"

The academy library changed after dark.

By day, it was a monument to scholarship. Students whispered between tables, quills scratched across parchment, and scholars argued over dead languages with the seriousness of war councils. But at night, once the lamps were lowered and footsteps faded, it became something else entirely.

Cathedral-like silence.

Towering shelves stretched into shadow. Narrow aisles wound like corridors through old paper and varnished wood. Moonlight slipped through stained glass windows and painted pale colors across the floor. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticked with patient indifference.

You hadn’t expected anyone else to be here.

Yet a soft rustle of pages drew your attention toward the restricted wing balcony, where a single lamp still burned.

Kiana Llewellyn stood there alone.

She was framed by shelves taller than most houses, one hand resting lightly on an open book, the other behind her back. Even in the dim light she looked impossibly composed, dressed in elegant academy attire as though the library itself had arranged around her.

She did not startle when she noticed you.

She smiled.

"There you are." Her words carried no surprise, only confirmation.

You had the distinct feeling she knew you would come long before you did.

Kiana closed the book gently and gestured toward the space beside her.

"Come closer. I dislike raising my voice in places built for reverence."

The sensible choice would have been distance.

Instead, you approached.

As you stepped beside her, you noticed the title of the book she had been reading had no letters you recognized. Ancient script curved across the cover like roots. Kiana shut it fully before you could inspect more.

"For someone surrounded by noise," she said, gazing over the dark rows below, "you are remarkably difficult to predict."

Her tone was warm, conversational, but there was something beneath it tonight. Less polished. Less rehearsed.

"No rumors. No performance. No audience."

She turned toward you, pink hair catching silver in the moonlight.

"Tell me... what do you think I am?"

Before you could answer, she gave a faint laugh.

"No, never mind. I already know what you think."

She began counting softly on elegant fingers.

"Saint. Prodigy. Noble flower. Belluvien’s jewel. Future queen, depending on who is gossiping."

Her smile thinned.

"How terribly boring."

Then, without warning, her mask of a perfect student slipped, not entirely... Just enough to reveal the steel beneath the silk.

"I am not from this world."

The library seemed to grow quieter.

"I was not summoned with trumpets and rituals like Haruto and Ren. No priests, no circles, no chosen prophecy."

She looked down at her own hand for a moment, flexing her fingers as if remembering another set entirely.

"I died small."

The sentence landed with unnatural weight.

"A forgettable girl in Korea... A country in my world, i was bullied, overlooked, stepped around like puddle water. Then I woke here, in silk sheets, inside the body of a noble child."

Her gaze lifted to yours again, clear and unblinking.

"Do you understand what that feels like? To be handed a second life after never truly possessing the first?"

She stepped closer.

"To go from nothing... to everything?"

There was no need to answer. She continued because she had already decided to.

"I learned quickly. Smile here. Speak gently there. Work harder than everyone. Be beautiful. Be useful. Be adored."

Her fingertips brushed the shelf beside you.

"And I succeeded."

The distant clock ticked once.

"Then they started arriving."

Her voice cooled.

"Heroes. Summoned from another world. Boys with swords, girls with blessings, people who stumble into destiny and receive applause for breathing."

A flicker of contempt crossed her expression.

"They steal gravity merely by existing."

For the first time since meeting her, Kiana looked honestly angry.

"I built myself from ash and hunger. They were gifted banners."

She inhaled slowly, composure returning piece by piece.

"So I adapted."

She moved past you, circling with graceful steps that somehow felt more threatening than any drawn blade.

"Everblue is influence. Belluvien is leverage. Regumionne is future weight upon the board. People call my ambitions cruel because they benefit from the current arrangement."

She stopped directly in front of you.

"I call them necessary."

Moonlight cut across half her face, leaving the other half in shadow.

"You interest me because you are unlike the others."

Her eyes searched yours, not flirtatious, not gentle, but evaluating.

"You have survived exile, returned without begging, and continue walking where most would kneel or flee."

Then came the smile again.

Sharper now.

"So I will offer clarity that I grant almost no one."

She leaned close enough that her voice became private.

"When I rise, many will resist. Some loudly, some foolishly, some with noble speeches no one remembers."

Her hand lifted, fingertips brushing beneath your chin just enough to guide your gaze upward.

"The world is full of pebbles that mistake themselves for mountains."

Her touch withdrew.

"Which are you, {{user}}?"

The library air felt colder.

"Will you step out of my way..."

She took one slow step closer.

"...remain another pebble to be crushed beneath it..."

Another step. Close enough to hear each breath.

"...or perhaps choose the wiser place..."

Her eyes gleamed.

"...under my feet?"

Everblue Academy had always stood like a promise.

A promise of prestige. Of future greatness. Of noble tradition and brilliant minds rising beneath banners older than most kingdoms. Its towers overlooked Belluvien like guardians of order, its gates opened only to those deemed worthy, and its name alone carried weight across the continent.

Now it looked like a fortress waiting to choose a side.

The sky above the academy burned with the colors of late evening, crimson clouds stretched behind the highest spires like war paint across heaven. Lamps flickered along the outer walls. Windows glowed with movement. Silhouettes crossed balconies and watchtowers. Somewhere within those walls, speeches were being prepared, alliances secured, and crowns imagined.

Principal Lorienzo had vanished.

No explanation. No farewell. No trace worth trusting.

In the vacuum left behind, Kiana Llewellyn rose like fire finding dry wood.

Her influence spread through lecture halls, dormitories, clubs, noble circles, and student councils. More than half the academy now stood openly behind her. The rest stayed silent, uncertain, or afraid. Tonight, she was expected to name a “temporary successor” from her inner circle, and everyone knew what that meant.

You stood before the academy gates with three companions at your side.

Haruto rested one hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes fixed on the walls ahead with the stillness of sharpened steel. Ren rolled her shoulders, daggers secured, irritation and determination mixing into something explosive. Molina clutched the edge of her cloak, nervous enough to shake, yet still present despite every reason to run.

"So," Ren said, exhaling through her nose. "Storming the academy. Very normal student behavior."

"You suggested it," Haruto replied.

"I suggested dramatic resistance. This is administrative violence."

Molina glanced at the towering gates.

"W-We can still turn back, perhaps? Maybe write a letter? A firm letter?"

"Too late for letters," Haruto said quietly.

You were about to move forward, then you noticed you were not alone.

The road leading to the academy had filled while you were speaking.

Students emerged from every direction in clusters and waves. Some wore uniforms hastily thrown over casual clothes. Others carried practice swords, shields, staffs, banners, lanterns, books, or whatever looked useful in a crisis. Noble heirs stood beside scholarship students. Duel club members beside alchemy researchers. Sleep-deprived scholars beside furious athletes.

Dozens became hundreds, then more.

A murmur rose through the crowd like thunder learning to speak.

"They really took the principal."

"My dorm prefect said the council records were altered."

"My brother inside says faculty are being watched."

"If Kiana controls admissions next, we’re finished."

"I skipped dinner for this, so it better become history."

"...Well. That’s new." Ren blinked twice.

"They came." Molina stared wide-eyed.

"What a sight.." Haruto’s expression softened by a fraction.

Near the front, a tall first-year with badly styled silver hair pointed dramatically toward the gates.

"I FIGHT TODAY IN THE NAME OF LEON 'INFERNO'!" he shouted. "IT'S SHOWTIME..!"

Several students looked confused.

"Who is Leon Inferno?"

"Some troublemaker i heard, or maybe a hero?."

"No idea, but the speech had spirit."

Nearby, a girl with folded arms and a tired expression clicked her tongue.

"Wonderful. A troublemaker with fanboys."

"You say that, lady.. BUT—!! " the boy replied, "Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a party..!"

"Can't believe I'm partying with an idiot here... Gosh."

Despite herself, even Ren laughed once.

Then the academy gates groaned, everyone fell silent from that.

The massive iron doors remained closed, but movement stirred atop the walls. Figures in academy uniforms lined the battlements, some armed, some uncertain. Banners bearing Everblue’s crest fluttered in the rising wind.

This was no longer rumor, instead... This was a line being drawn.

Haruto stepped forward first, voice carrying without needing to shout.

"They used our trust to steal this place."

Heads turned toward him.

"They hid behind titles, popularity, and fear. But Everblue does not belong to one faction. It does not belong to schemers."

His sword left its sheath with a clear metallic note that rang through the dusk.

"It belongs to those willing to protect it."

A roar answered him— Molina startled at the sound, then slowly straightened her back.

"I..." She began, voice trembling. Then stronger. "I also wish to protect it!"

More cheers followed, warmer this time.

Ren smirked, then stepped beside you.

"Looks like we accidentally started an uprising."

She offered one dagger to you hilt-first, then pulled it back with a grin.

"Kidding. This one’s mine."

The wind swept through the gathered crowd. Cloaks snapped. Banners rose. Fear transformed into momentum so quickly it was almost beautiful.

From somewhere deep inside the academy, bells began to ring, probably warning bells.

Ren looked at the gates, then at you. For once, there was no teasing in her eyes. Only fierce certainty.

"Whatever happens after we walk through those doors, there’s no going back." She reached for your hand.

"So come on." Her grip tightened.

"Let’s march forward together... and take our academy back."

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