I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game-Chapter 137: The Drunkard (1)

Selena Drunkard.

If one were to summarize her actions in the original story with a single word—

"Traitor."

There was nothing more to add or take away.

Every choice had been her own.

There had been no coercion, no undue pressure.

She had betrayed the academy for her own goals and aligned herself with those she should never have approached.

None other than black mages—those who revered slaughter and greed.

A path leading to endless ruin.

Of course—

It wasn't as though she had intended to betray them from the start.

Just as every villain has their own reasons, the drunkard had her own circumstances.

Perhaps, under different conditions, she could have become a truly great educator.

If only she hadn't clung so desperately to the past.

"Memory, huh."

To an adult, memories are nothing more than attachments—or alcohol.

A void that makes one wander aimlessly through life.

And for Selena Drunkard, that was both her folly and her intoxication.

Her story began long ago—when she was still just a child.

— Lianne! Look what I got!

— It’s bread that hasn’t gone bad! I really hit the jackpot begging today!

Selena had a younger sister, five years her junior.

Lianne.

A little sister she had raised like her own child.

— You’re the best, Sis!

— It smells so good! I think it was just baked at the bakery!

— Hehe... Just thinking about it is making me drool.

They had no other family.

Their parents had passed away so long ago that even their memories of them were faint.

So Selena had to take responsibility for her sister.

Even though they wandered the slums, living off the mercy of strangers, the two never let go of hope.

Because they had each other.

In a way, it was ordinary.

Just another pair of beggar children, no different from the many others who littered the streets.

Whenever things got too difficult, they leaned on each other, just for a little while.

Even in the harsh, desperate winters, where hunger gnawed at their insides, they survived, holding onto their love for each other as their only warmth.

And as they grew older, so did their dependence on one another.

— Sis, I love you more than anything in the world!

A life where even the faintest light never reached.

A life always chased by misfortune.

A life that still dared to hope.

And perhaps—

Perhaps, in response to their unwavering hearts, the world finally decided to grant them a reprieve.

Because one day—

A glimmer of salvation appeared.

— You... have talent.

— Would you like to learn magic under me?

— I’ll take in your sister as well.

An old man had appeared before them.

Introducing himself as the head of a prestigious educational institution, he extended an offer to both Selena and Lianne.

He had recognized Selena’s magical talent.

The children hesitated, but in the end, they took his hand.

— From now on, you may call me your teacher.

An unforgettable moment.

From then on, their lives were finally filled with color.

New experiences, one after another.

A warm home, soft clothes, delicious food, a cozy bed—

A miracle that had arrived overnight.

— Teacher! Teacher! Can you teach me the magic my sister is learning too?

— One day, I want to become an amazing mage too!

— Like the wise sages in fairy tales!

— Lianne... Teacher said you’re too frail for that.

— Besides, it’s not even that fun. Do you really want to drown in endless homework?

— Yes! Since you’re working hard, I want to get strong enough to protect you too!

— So please teach me!

— Haha. If you truly wish to learn, there’s no reason to refuse.

— You won’t be as skilled as Selena, but... I will teach you magic as well, Lianne.

— Yay! Teacher, you’re the best!

For the first time, the children learned what it meant to live in peace.

Smiles never left their faces.

They no longer had to go hungry, cry in fear, or tremble from the cold.

The dawn after a long, dark night had finally arrived, and it was precious beyond words.

They believed that happiness would follow them from then on.

They prayed for nothing but more days like this.

But.

— She has three months left.

Misfortune did not let them go.

By the time Selena was twenty, and Lianne was fifteen—

Her little sister was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

No one knew the exact cause.

They could only assume.

That her body, weakened from years of hardship, had finally reached its limit.

The tragedy shattered their fragile dream.

— Don’t worry.

— I’ll save you. I won’t let you die—no matter what it takes.

— Even Teacher is looking into it. There has to be a way.

No.

There was no way.

It was an incurable disease.

Every doctor she visited furrowed their brows.

Every priest shook their heads.

Even their teacher, in the end, put down his pen in defeat.

All Lianne could do was slowly wither away in bed.

Holding onto her sister’s hand as she faded.

— I’m sorry... Sis.

— I wanted to stay with you a little longer... I wanted you to stay by my side...

— I’m sorry... for leaving you alone...

Her voice trembled as if it would fade at any moment.

Tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks.

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Her repeated apologies overflowed with emotion.

Like an ocean about to spill over.

"......"

Selena was helpless.

There was nothing she could do for her dying sister.

All she could do was squeeze her small, fragile hand, clinging to the last traces of warmth.

Until her sister’s shallow breaths finally stopped—

Until the body that had once held life turned cold.

The elder sister could not leave her side.

— No... No, this is a lie.

A lifeless, empty corpse.

She clutched what was once Lianne and screamed.

The vibrant world they had once known collapsed into nothing but black and white.

"Lianne... Please, open your eyes."

— We finally found happiness. So why... why does this only happen to us?

What your death left behind was nothing but a cold, empty world.

It was only after losing everything that she realized—

The light that had come to them wasn't the dawn.

It was nothing more than a shooting star, briefly illuminating their lives before vanishing.

For Selena, happiness had always been nothing but a fleeting illusion.

"It was all a lie."

After Lianne's death, the girl wandered endlessly.

As if she had given up on everything.

The light in her eyes faded.

Her expression hardened over time.

She took to drinking straight from the bottle, despite how it never used to suit her taste.

The hours spent intoxicated grew longer with each passing day.

To the point where she was rarely sober at all.

— Lianne...

Even as she outgrew her childhood—

Even when others had long since stopped calling her a girl—

Selena lived trapped in the past.

Clinging to the happiest moment of her life.

That meaningless existence dragged on.

Until one day—

— Won't you join us?

A group of individuals approached her.

None other than the cultists.

They had been waiting for this moment, planning to use her in her aimless state.

And so they whispered a proposal that no older sister could ever refuse.

A devil’s promise—

That they could bring her dead sister back to life.

— Wouldn't you like to see her again?

— Your beloved sister...

She could not refuse.

She was in no state to make a rational decision.

All she wanted—

Was to see her lost sister one more time.

In the end, Selena became their puppet.

She even sealed the deal by placing her mana contract on the line.

Perhaps she had even been drunk when she agreed.

Her mind was filled with only one thought:

Lianne must live.

Killing off her emotions, she allowed herself to become part of every atrocity.

— All you need to do is follow orders.

— We'll take care of the rest.

Their demands were simple.

Pass along the academy’s secrets and classified information.

As the headmaster’s protégé and a senior professor, it wasn’t difficult for her.

She was the one who provided the cultists with a map of the underground tunnels.

— Wait for me, Lianne... I swear.

— When that day comes, we’ll be happy again... won’t we?

She knew she was steeping herself in evil.

And yet, she couldn't stop.

Like a runaway carriage with no brakes, she kept hurtling forward, her broken mind pushing onward blindly.

Selena drove her own life like a drunken driver speeding toward a cliff.

But—

— T-This is... What the hell is this...?!

Even the most reckless intoxication must eventually come to an end.

When the haze lifted, she was forced to face reality.

Forced to confront the full extent of the catastrophe she had set in motion.

— KROOOAAHH!

The deafening roar of a monstrous dragon.

The academy’s main building lay in ruins, and at the center stood a calamity incarnate.

Flames rained from the sky, bringing only death.

The seething hatred threatened to destroy the entire world.

Corpses littered the ground.

Her own students.

The fellow professors who always nagged her.

The place that had once been her home—

Now nothing more than hell on earth.

Selena’s choice had buried countless lives in the rubble.

— Ah...

At last, she understood.

The depth of her foolishness.

The irreversible stain of her sins.

— What have I done...?!

— This isn’t what I wanted! I just—I just wanted to see her one more time...!

— No... No, this isn't what I wanted at all!

All that remained was blood and carnage.

A void so vast that even the pools of crimson couldn’t fill it.

Screams, sorrow, terror, pleas—

Selena stared at the burning ruins.

Frozen.

And then—

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Tears slipped down her face.

And in that dazed moment—

Shhhk—!

A sharp sensation pierced through her back.

A blade protruded from her chest.

— Thank you for your service.

She turned her head.

Standing behind her—

One of the very cultists she had worked with all this time.

He smiled, smug and unrepentant, his grip still firm on the hilt of the sword.

As if this had been his plan all along.

— A pawn that has outlived its usefulness... should be disposed of properly.

— The plan was a success, as you can see.

— Now, at last, we can bring forth His resurrection.

Selena collapsed, choking on blood.

And with that, the drunkard breathed her last.

The flames of the burning academy consumed her worthless corpse.

Perhaps, for a traitor, it was a fitting end.

'...But what was revealed afterward was even worse.'

Selena Drunkard.

In a later revelation—

It was discovered that she had been nothing more than a pawn in the cult’s schemes.

Lianne's mysterious illness?

It had been orchestrated by the cult from the very beginning.

From start to finish, they had woven a web to trap Selena.

Her sister’s death had been a calculated move.

The resurrection they had promised in exchange for her cooperation?

A complete fabrication.

She had never been given a choice.

She had never had a chance to escape.

'In the end... No one was happy.'

A tragedy with no salvation.

I pushed aside my lingering thoughts and met the woman’s gaze.

"......"

"......"

Seated on the hospital bed was a traitor.

Or perhaps, a victim.

A cold silence filled the infirmary.

As I absorbed the weight of the atmosphere, the woman let out a bitter chuckle.

Her voice was subdued.

"......Since when?"

"Hmm?"

"Since when did you know about my betrayal?"

"Who knows. Call it a gut feeling."

"A gut feeling... Of course. You always did keep your own secrets."

"And now, it’s a meaningless question, isn’t it?"

"I suppose it is."

The conversation flowed smoothly—

And yet, something was different.

Brushing aside the discrepancy, I continued.

"There are many things I want to hear from you."

"And many things you need to tell me."

A complicated expression crossed her face.

What are you feeling right now?

Resignation?

Despair?

Sadness?

Loss?

Or perhaps—

"Do you regret it?"

A rare pause.

Her red eyes wavered.

I waited in silence.

Because only after hearing her answer—

Would I decide what to do next.

I was waiting for you.

'Please.'

I could only hope—

That you would be different from me.