I Enrolled as the Villain

I stood in the archway of the Valery quarter’s training yard arms crossed, breath steady in the crisp morning air.

The courtyard was quiet except for the muted sounds of boots against tile. A few early risers from Class A and B were already practicing stances, their uniforms sharp, hair tied, expressions tense.

I glanced at my syncwatch.

5:00 A.M.

"Where is Kael?" I muttered, frowning slightly.

He was never punctual. Not like the rest of them.

I didn’t expect perfection from him — not anymore — but still.

Then a voice called out, hesitant but clear.

"Vice Leader?"

I turned.

It was Jessa, a younger Valery from Class A. Her bangs stuck to her forehead, clearly from rushing here too fast. She clutched a towel awkwardly to her chest.

"Will Lord Kael... be joining morning drills today?"