I Enrolled as the Villain

"Let’s see what kind of story I can write... with his name."

I said it with a faint, almost reluctant smile as I rose from the wreckage that was once Kael Valery’s room.

The shattered glass crunched beneath my steps as I entered the hallway.

A line of servants paused in their duties, heads bowed low.

"Lord Kael," one whispered, voice thick with reverence.

Devotion in their posture.

But when I looked at him, I noticed a subtle tremble not in his posture, but in his hands.

Not from cold. Not from nerves

But fear.

"...Stand up," I said quietly. "You don’t have to greet me like this anymore."

He blinked. "My lord... is something wrong?"

I said nothing and kept walking.