Reincarnated as the Villainess's Unlucky Bodyguard

Chapter 119 The Dark Sovereign childhood

arms crossed, head tilted in a way that screamed smug superiority, enara turned toward me as valmor waved his hand, conjuring a swirling image of fire and ash in the air. the dark sovereign's rise was terrifying enough, but now he was delving into her childhood? great. just what i needed: a history lesson about some demon's miserable youth to ruin my already mediocre day.

"now, let us turn to the early life of the dark sovereign," valmor intoned, pacing in front of the glowing image. "it is crucial to understand that she was not born into power but clawed her way from the abyss."

i propped my chin on my hand, trying to appear vaguely interested. the last thing i needed was to get called out for slacking.

"she was born in the shadowmere barrens," valmor continued, gesturing to a map now shimmering behind him. "a desolate region of cracked earth, toxic mists, and barely enough sustenance to support life. her parents, impoverished serfs, served a cruel overseer who demanded backbreaking labor for pitiful scraps of food."

"oh, come on," i muttered under my breath, earning a sharp glare from enara.

"care to share with the class, miss silverthorn?" valmor's voice sliced through the room, and i stiffened.

"no, sir," i replied with a tight smile.

he narrowed his eyes but continued. "her birth name is lost to history—if she even had one. her parents called her 'the cursed one,' believing her to be an ill omen. born under a blood-red eclipse, with eyes that glowed faintly even as an infant, she was a figure of fear and suspicion from the start."

someone in the back row snickered. i bit my lip to keep from joining in. glowing eyes? really? that was the ominous start to this whole saga?

"she displayed unnatural abilities at an early age," valmor went on, his voice dropping for dramatic effect. "whispers claimed she could summon shadows to do her bidding, even as a child. this earned her the ire of the villagers, who saw her as a threat. her family, desperate to escape their association with her, abandoned her at the edge of the barrens when she was no more than five years old."

"charming," i murmured, and this time, enara jabbed me in the ribs.

"shh."

valmor ignored us, his focus on his performance. "alone, starving, and exposed to the elements, she survived by sheer force of will. legend has it she subsisted on scraps scavenged from carrion and drank from poisoned wells, her unnatural resilience growing stronger with each passing day. by the time she was seven, she had learned to fend off the predators of the barrens, both beast and demon alike."

"and by 'learned,' you mean she became a tiny murderer," i muttered.

"exactly," valmor said sharply, spinning to face the class. my heart stopped for a second. could he hear me? no, no way. just a coincidence.

"she was a murderer," he confirmed, scanning the room as if daring anyone to object. "a child with no moral compass, forged in the crucible of desperation. her first recorded victim was a wandering merchant who stumbled upon her hiding place. she killed him and stole his supplies, using them to survive another harsh season."

the class shifted uncomfortably. even enara looked unsettled, though she quickly schooled her expression back into cool indifference.

"from that point on, she became a specter of fear in the region. travelers whispered of a shadowy figure stalking the barrens, striking without warning. by the time she reached her teenage years, she had honed her abilities into something truly terrifying an unparalleled mastery of the shadow arts. it was during this time that she began to attract followers."

he stopped in front of me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. i froze.

"or will you be the hand that pulls them back from the brink?"

my throat felt dry, but i couldn't look away. his words weren't just aimed at the class they were aimed at me, digging under my skin like barbs.

"it's easy to look at the dark sovereign and see a villain," valmor went on, turning back to address the room. "and yes, her actions were abhorrent. but at what point did we, as a society, fail her? when she was cast out as a child? when her family abandoned her to the barrens? or when she first reached out for help and found only closed doors?"

someone shifted uncomfortably in their seat, the faint creak breaking the oppressive silence.

"every monster begins as something else," valmor said, his voice soft now, almost a whisper. "a child. a dreamer. a survivor. and while some may be beyond redemption, most are not born evil. they are shaped by their circumstances, by the cruelty of others, and by the choices we make when we encounter them."

he turned his back to us, the glowing projection of the sovereign flickering into an image of the shadowmere barrens a desolate wasteland of cracked earth and suffocating darkness.

"this place forged the dark sovereign," he said, gesturing to the barren landscape. "but it also offered countless opportunities for intervention opportunities that were missed. imagine, for a moment, that someone had shown her kindness. imagine if someone had seen the terrified child she was and extended a hand instead of turning away."

i wanted to scoff, to dismiss his idealism as naive, but something in his words struck a chord i couldn't ignore.

"and don't misunderstand me," valmor added, his tone sharpening. "this isn't about excusing her actions or absolving her of responsibility. it's about recognizing that power true power lies not in conquest but in the ability to uplift others, to prevent despair from breeding destruction."

he snapped his fingers, and the image shifted again, this time showing a small child a girl with faintly glowing eyes curled up in the dirt, her thin arms wrapped around her knees. her expression wasn't one of malice but of fear, exhaustion, and pain.

"this is the face of someone the world abandoned," valmor said, his voice heavy. "how many more must we fail before we learn?"

the image faded, leaving the room in darkness save for the soft glow of the enchanted lanterns.

"take this lesson to heart," he said, his voice resonating with finality. "because the choices you make, the lives you touch those are what define you. not your titles. not your power. but your willingness to see the humanity in others, even when they cannot see it themselves."

the room was silent, the weight of his words pressing down on all of us. even enara, usually quick with a snide comment, sat still, her midnight eyes locked on the now-empty space where the sovereign's image had been.

i tried to swallow the lump in my throat, forcing myself to look away. valmor's speech wasn't about me or so i told myself. but deep down, i couldn't shake the feeling that his words had carved out a small, uncomfortable space in my chest.

"class dismissed," he said finally, breaking the silence.

the students filed out in near silence, their usual chatter subdued. i lingered for a moment, my mind racing.

[heavy stuff, huh?] the system said, its tone softer than usual.