Why Did I Become the Villainess?

"Excuse me, Miss, can I excuse Miss Lauretré? The principal wants to see her," a student council officer knocks on our classroom door to announce something in the middle of a class.

I frown. The principal wants to see me? But why? Did I do something wrong?

"Miss Lauretré, the principal wants to see you. You're excused."

I instantly followed the student council officer out. It's a girl, a year younger than me. She is the secretary of the student council.

"Excuse me, but do you know why the Principal wants to see me?"

Don't tell me, I really did do something against the rules? But it doesn't make sense. Csille can sometimes be bitchy. However, she isn't the type of person who will disobey the rules, especially in school. Csille Lauretré is one of the top students in the Vrawyth High School of the Nobles.

"Don't worry, Miss Lauretré. Although I don't know the specifics, but I'm pretty sure it's not bad news. Also, you're not the only one who the principal called. So, don't worry."

"I'm not the only one that the Principal called? Who are the other people? Do you know who?"

Miss Secretary paused at the Principal office door and looked back at me. "I'm sorry, Miss Lauretr. I was only assigned to call you and didn't get the chance to know who are the other students."

I nod and thank her first before knocking on the door. After three knocks, I open the door and look inside. There are people inside. Two students and both boys. They are facing their back at me. That's why I didn't recognize who are they.

I look around to look for the principal, but he is nowhere to be found. I walk towards the vacant seat beside the two boys. However, the instant I took a step, I could feel the real Csille took over my body.

What is happening? Why did Csille take over my body today?

I tried remembering the scenes I've written after the knighting ceremony. The next scene will be the competition, right? Is this about the competition?

My feet walk towards the boys seat and sit on the chair beside them. My head looks to them and smiles. Csille's smile froze when she sees who the two boys are.

"Prince Fraser? Sir Farren?"

Both Prince Fraser and Sir Farren look at me. The same as Csille, they are also surprised to see me here.

"Lady Lauretré. The Principal also called you?" Sir Farren is the first one who talks.

My head nods at Sir Farren. My eyes look at Prince Fraser. Prince Fraser didn't even look at me. He just sits there and ignores me. Is he still mad at Csille?

"Sir Farren. I didn't know you'll be here too." My eyes landed on the quiet Prince Fraser. "Prince Fraser, your majesty." I bow a little and averted my gaze at him.

Csille is also mad at Prince Fraser. Up until now, she still thinks that she didn't do something wrong that's why she didn't understand why Prince Fraser got mad at her. The three of us just sit there. Not talking to each other.

Talk about awkwardness.

I tried to take a look at Prince Fraser and Sir Farren however, since the real Csille is controlling my body, I couldn't see what they are doing. My head is look straight and wouldn't move no matter what I do.

I could only hear a faint conversation between them. But I couldn't decipher what they are talking about.

After a minute or two, the door opened again, and the Principal walked inside with a big smile on his lips.

"Sorry for making you all wait. I just had an emergency meeting. Anyways," he sits on his chair in front of us, and looks at us one by one. It's like he's assessing us. Afterward, he nods his head like he is satisfied with what he saw.

"I called you here for a very important thing. You all probably know that every other year the Queens of every Kingdom held a Competition for their youth. To show their exemplary talents, skills, and knowledge to the whole people. You all probably know that our Vrawyth High School of the Nobles and the Royal University of Vrawyth are always the representatives of our Kingdom."

It's the prestigious competition arranged by the Queens of every kingdom. It's the Grand Exemplary Competition!

It's one of the inter-kingdom Competition that every Kingdom awaits. It's because, in this competition, they got the chance to flaunt their exceptional youth from their unparalleled skills in physical activities, in knowledge, or simply their poise. Everything is measured.

It's like the Royal Competition of the Arts of the Aeslaerean Kingdom. However, it's scope is wider. The Royal Competition of the Arts is exclusive only for Aeslaerean Kingdom. The Grand Exemplary Competition is different. It's open for all the Kingdoms, big or small.

It's divided into three categories. The first category is Physique, where the youths' physical strength is measured. This category is also divided into different sub-categories. There is combat fighting, archery, equestrian, fencing, and other more.

The second category is the intellect. It's about measuring one's knowledge on certain aspect of studies. Be it medicine, politics, mathematics, history, language, and many more that concern one's intelligence.

The third category is the etiquette. This category is more inclined to arts, painting, poetry, dancing, tea ceremony, flower arrangements, cross-stitching.

Etiquette is what people think the easiest category. However, they forget that etiquette isn't learned in one night or one year. It's innate to a person. It's easy to hold a tea ceremony, but it's challenging to remain graceful while executing the process. Your hand should not tremble, and you should know all the rules of it while maintaining a poised manner. It's easy to learn these things, but it's difficult to do it like it's innate with you.

And in every Grand Exemplary Competition, Vrawyth Kingdom, is always on par with the Aeslaerean Kingdom. It's just that in the last competition, the Vrawyth took the top spot.

"And after the deliberate conversation with the teachers, all of your names are chosen. The Queen also agree to make you our representative. Aside from the three of you, there are also two students from the Royal University of Vrawyth to join you in the competition."

I know who they are. Great! Another month of not being able to control my body. Why am I always tormented like this? I still haven't got the chance to talk to the writer.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hewlett, I am honored to represent the Kingdom of Vrawyth. However, I would like to decline. I don't think I am competent enough to compete in the Grand Exemplary Competition." Sir Farren refused immediately.

Of course, he will refuse. How could Sir Farren slash the Crown Princess of the Aeslaerean Kingdom would like to represent the rival of her own Kingdom? Also, she will also put herself at risk if she agreed to join the competition. Aside from the students, other monarch officials will also accompany the student representatives to the competition venue.

It also means that there is a big possibility that she would encounter someone who knows her, and that would risk her disguised. If her disguised will be revealed, the Vrawyth Kingdom will be suspicious of her. She could be branded as the spy of the Aeslaerean Kingdom. If that happened, war would be inevitable.

Mr. Hewlett frown at what Sir Farren said. It's the first time the chosen candidate for the Grand Exemplary Competition refused. It's an honor to everyone to be picked to represent his own country, but Sir Farren blatantly refused it.

"I understand your concern, Farren." Mr. Hewlett paused for a second. Probably thinking of the appropriate words to say. "However, you should know first that it is already approved by her majesty, the Queen. Do you dare to disobey her majesty?"

Of course, even if Princess Paislee doesn't want to be the representative of the Vrawyth Kingdom, it will be futile. No matter what she does, this thing will happen. She will be the representative of the Vrawyth Kingdom. She will fight against her own people. It's the price of her decision to stay as a knight in Vrawyth.

Princess Paisley sighs. Her hands are already fidgeting. She's thinking of ways how to get away from this situation because she knows that she can't be seen in the Grand Exemplary Competition.

"I don't dare, Mr. Hewlett. However, I am just worried that I dragged the whole Vrawyth Kingdom if you let me represent it. I'm not from a noble family, and I'm not smart enough. So, how could I let myself represent the Vrawyth?"

Prince Fraser glanced at Princess Paislee and held her fidgeting hands.

Holy moly! Prince Fraser holds Sir Farren's hands. I know I was the one who wrote this but seeing this in an actual scenario makes my heart beats fast. If Csille didn't control my body, I would probably scream right now. Ahh, my fujoshi heart!

Princess Paislee stops fidgeting and looks at her hand that is now held by Prince Fraser.

She's confused. She's thinking, why would Prince Fraser hold her hand? Even though Prince Fraser knows he is a boy, she is referring to her disguised.

If I am almost dying happiness and excitement because of a bl scene. The real Csille is now irritated and mad because of that holding hands.

I could feel my eyebrow raises and my face trying its hardest not to show any sign of irritation and displeasure.

"Farren, I think you are qualified enough to represent our Kingdom. Also, among us, you're the only one who has expertise in physical activities. So, it will be a great help for us to have you in the team." Prince Fraser disagrees immediately. He is holding Princess Paislee's hands while saying it.

I tried to look at Princess Paislee, and I could see faint red on her ears. She's flustered by Prince Fraser's words.

Joy immediately rose from my heart, but it also instantly faded, and anger replaced it. It's Csille's emotion. She's mad because of what Prince Fraser does.

'You want to have him in the team? Fine! We'll have him. Just don't regret it after Prince Fraser.' The voice in my head said suddenly. It's Csille's! It's real Csille's thoughts! I could hear it.

"Yeah, I think it would be a great help to us to have you, Sir Farren," Princess Paislee is already a knight now, so it's a rule to add Sir before her name. "You're the strongest among us. Also, in battle tactics, you are probably the most knowledgeable among us. So, you saying that you'll drag the whole Vrawyth Kingdom down is really unfounded. Have a little confidence in yourself, Farren." My lips said on its own.

Csille's words might sound positive, but it's putting Princess Paislee on the pedestal. It's her plan. It's Csille's plan. To make people look upon Princess Paislee and expect her to excel in the competition. So when she goes down, it would really be a bad fall. She's really wise.

Princess Paislee hesitated for a moment before she looks at Prince Fraser sitting beside her. Prince Fraser just nods his head at her and holds her hands.

'Say yes, Farren! Don't ruin my fun.' I heard the voice in my head said again. It's Csille.

"Okay. I accept it. Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Hewlett. I will do my best not to disappoint you all."

'Oh dear, sure. Do your best because I will make sure you will be disappointed. It's high time you know where you place. If not because of you, Prince Fraser wouldn't be mad at me. Do you think I'll just sit here and do nothing? If I were you, I wouldn't wish to join this competition, but too bad, you already said yes.' I heard Csille's voice in my head again. I could also feel my lips slightly smirking.

Mr. Hewlett smile in satisfaction with Princess Paislee's words.

"Good. Good. The Grand Exemplary Competition will start two months from now and the journey to the venue would take one month. You still have a month to hone your skills and knowledge. I will assign you a teacher each that will help you with your respective forte."

Great! Another busy month. I'm already tired just by thinking about it. I want out! I don't want to go.

However, no matter how I refused, I couldn't do something about it. It's written. I have no choice but to do it. Remember, Ysavel. You are in Csille Lauretré's body, the villainess of the story. It's inevitable.

Mr. Hewlett said a few words of reminder before he let us go. I sigh. Another tiring month. I haven't even think of a way to talk to the writer, and then this happened? Great!