I spun the gun in my hand, testing its weight. It was lighter than expected, the smooth steel cool against my fingers. The murmurs of my classmates still lingered in the air, but I ignored them.
I had made my choice.
And now, I needed to do one thing—stay out of trouble.
I knew how this story went. Veylin Academy Chronicles revolved around a handful of key characters—the destined heroes and villains who would shape the fate of this world. Reynard Vale, Ilya Ferros, Dain Ashford… their stories were already set in motion.
I wasn't supposed to be part of it.
The best thing I could do? Avoid them. Stay out of their conflicts, keep my head down, and survive.
I didn't need to be a protagonist. I just needed to make it through this academy alive.
The Dining Hall
The academy's grand dining hall was bustling with first-years, each eager to form their social circles. Nobles grouped together, their fine robes making them easy to spot. Commoners stuck close to those they trusted.
I sat at the edge of the room, alone. A quiet corner, out of sight.
I had no intention of standing out. If I could just blend in, I could live peacefully without interfering in the main story.
But fate had other plans.
"You're in my seat."
I looked up.
Reynard Vale stood before me, arms crossed, his piercing blue eyes narrowed.
Oh, come on. Of all people? Reynard was the protagonist. A noble-born genius, destined for greatness. The last person I wanted to get involved with.
"…Didn't see your name on it," I muttered, hoping he'd lose interest.
He didn't.
"Move." His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—the arrogance of someone who had never been denied before.
The old Kael would have backed down immediately. But I wasn't him.
Still, picking a fight with the main character? A terrible idea.
"Fine," I sighed, grabbing my tray and standing up. Not worth the trouble.
Reynard watched me for a moment before sitting down, his expression unreadable.
I walked away, letting out a breath. Crisis avoided.
At least, that's what I thought—until Ilya Ferros, the cold and calculating archer, suddenly appeared beside me.
"You didn't argue with him." Her tone was neutral, but her sharp green eyes studied me carefully.
"Yeah? So what?" I replied, trying to sound uninterested.
"Most people try to challenge him. You didn't."
I shrugged. "Not my problem."
Ilya tilted her head slightly, as if analyzing me.
"You're an odd one, Kael."
And with that, she walked away.
I clenched my jaw.
This wasn't good. The last thing I needed was attention from the main cast.
I just had to stay out of their way. No conflicts, no attachments.
But deep down, I had a sinking feeling.
Fate wouldn't let me hide forever