Reincarnated as the Villainess’s Unlucky Bodyguard

Liria stepped into the principal's office and immediately felt as though she'd entered another dimension. The room was enormous, with walls carved from a shimmering black obsidian that reflected streaks of glowing red veins. The ceiling arched impossibly high, covered in a mosaic of constellations that moved ever so slightly, as though the stars themselves were alive.

In the center of the room sat a massive desk crafted from what looked like charred bone, polished to a shine, with intricate carvings that whispered ancient secrets when the light hit them just right. Behind the desk was the principal.

Liria froze.

The demon woman lounging in the oversized, throne-like chair was, without question, the most striking being Liria had ever seen. Her skin was an iridescent shade of deep emerald, shimmering faintly as she moved, and her long, silver hair cascaded down her back in a wave that seemed to ripple like liquid moonlight. Her horns were sharp and elegant, curving upward with golden accents that looked almost like vines spiraling around them.

She wore a fitted black coat adorned with crimson embroidery that traced patterns of fiery sigils along the sleeves. A golden monocle rested over one sharp, vibrant magenta eye, while the other gleamed like molten gold. And she was grinning a toothy, knowing grin that immediately put Liria on edge.

"Ah, Liria Silverthorn," the principal purred, her voice rich and velvety, with an undercurrent of amusement. "Do come in. I've been... dying to meet you."

Liria stepped forward cautiously, her boots echoing on the obsidian floor. "Principal...?"

The woman laughed, a sound that was equal parts enchanting and unsettling. "You may call me Seraphis. Titles are such a bore, don't you think?" She gestured lazily to a chair in front of her desk. "Sit, sit. Let's chat."

Why do I feel like a mouse staring at a very stylish cat?

[Observation: Likely because you are.]

Liria resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the system and lowered herself into the chair. "What did you need to talk to me about?"

Seraphis leaned forward, resting her chin on one hand while the other drummed idly against the desk. "Oh, so many things, darling. First, I must say, black flames? Quite the statement. Did you know only demon royalty have that particular trait?"

Liria's stomach churned. She'd been hoping that little detail wouldn't spread so quickly. "I, uh... didn't know that. It's just something I... picked up."

"Picked up, she says," Seraphis repeated with a delighted chuckle. "And here I thought I'd seen everything." She paused, her sharp gaze locking onto Liria like a predator sizing up its prey. "You're quite the enigma, aren't you? A human in Noctir, wielding fire most demons can only dream of. Makes one wonder..."

Liria forced herself to keep her expression neutral. "Wonder what?"

"Oh, nothing," Seraphis said airily, leaning back in her chair. "Yet."

For a moment, the room fell silent, save for the faint hum of magic pulsing through the walls. Then Seraphis's grin returned, wider than before. "Tell me, dear, how is our mutual acquaintance these days?"

"Mutual acquaintance?" Liria blinked, confused.

"Daena," Seraphis said, her tone dripping with casual familiarity. "You're living with her, aren't you?"

Liria stiffened. "You know Daena?"

"Oh, sweet child," Seraphis said, throwing her head back with a melodramatic laugh. "Know her? Daena and I were... let's just say, very close once upon a time."

Liria's brain screeched to a halt. Close? As in...

[Clarification: Romantic involvement is implied.]

Yeah, I got that, thanks.

Seraphis smirked, clearly enjoying Liria's discomfort. "Ah, the memories. She was always so serious, so regal. It was quite the challenge to make her laugh, you know. But when she did..." Her voice softened slightly, the barest hint of nostalgia slipping through her teasing demeanor.

"I, uh... wouldn't know," Liria muttered, unsure how to navigate this minefield.

"No, I suppose you wouldn't," Seraphis said with a sly look. "But you've lived with her long enough to see her softer side, haven't you? The way she fusses over people she cares about. The way she always has to have the last word in an argument."

Liria frowned. "She doesn't fuss—"

"Oh, she does," Seraphis interrupted, her grin widening. "Trust me. And if she's adopted you, darling, then you're officially one of her people now. She'll burn the world to protect you. That's how she is."

Liria's heart twisted uncomfortably at that. Daena's fierce protectiveness was something she'd felt firsthand, but hearing it from someone else made it feel... heavier somehow.

Seraphis leaned forward again, resting her elbows on the desk. "But enough about Daena. Let's talk about you. You've been causing quite a stir, haven't you?"

"I'm just trying to do my job," Liria said, a bit defensively.

"Your job," Seraphis echoed with a raised brow. "Protecting Princess Enara. A human bodyguard for a demon royal. It's unheard of. Scandalous, even. And yet, here you are, thriving."

"Barely," Liria muttered.

Seraphis laughed again, the sound echoing in the cavernous office. "Oh, darling, don't sell yourself short. You've made an impression, and that's no small feat in this world."

As the conversation continued, Liria found herself relaxing slightly, despite her best efforts. Seraphis was sharp and unpredictable, but there was something strangely disarming about her.

But just as Liria was beginning to feel at ease, Seraphis's tone shifted.

"Tell me, Liria," she said, her voice softer now, almost gentle. "What do you want out of all this?"

Liria blinked. "What do I want?"

"Yes," Seraphis said, leaning back in her chair and steepling her fingers. "You've been thrown into a world that isn't your own, tasked with protecting a princess who could incinerate most people with a glare. You've proven you're capable, but... what's your endgame?"

The question caught Liria off guard. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

[Observation: The principal poses a valid inquiry. Your long-term objectives remain undefined.]

Not now! she snapped at the system.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seraphis watched her closely, her sharp eyes glinting with curiosity. "No answer? That's fine. Take your time, darling. But remember: in a world like this, knowing what you want and what you're willing to do to get it is the difference between survival and annihilation."

The words hung heavy in the air, and for the first time since entering the room, Liria felt truly exposed.

"On that cheerful note," Seraphis said brightly, breaking the tension, "you're dismissed. Do try not to cause too much chaos on your way back to class."

Liria stood, her legs feeling slightly unsteady. "Right. Thanks for the... chat."

As she turned to leave, Seraphis's voice stopped her.

"Oh, and Liria?"

She glanced back, meeting the principal's amused gaze.

"Tell Daena I said hello, won't you?"

Liria didn't trust herself to respond, so she just nodded and walked out, her thoughts a chaotic jumble.

[Conclusion: Principal Seraphis is likely to be both a valuable ally and a significant complication.]

You think?

The system remained silent, but Liria could practically feel its smugness as she made her way back to class.

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