The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Aurelia, who had thrown herself into a chair with her legs carelessly tossed over the armrest, replied with a snort, "Yeah, it is. It\'s all because of that Gilgamesh bastard."

Anastasia set her tea down, nodding in agreement. "It can\'t be helped. We\'re considered as rulers of the age, tasked with quests we can\'t refuse, even if it\'s against our will." Her gaze then softened slightly as she observed Aurelia. "But you seem less weary than usual. You\'re full of vigor today."

A smile tugged at the corner of Aurelia\'s lips as she remembered the man in the assassin attire from her last quest. "He\'s very handy, knows a lot, and is quite formidable," she mused aloud, her thoughts drifting to his deep blue eyes that regarded her with a cold indifference yet respected her capabilities.

Anastasia\'s curiosity piqued as she leaned forward. "What? Did you find a lover in the middle of the quest? Maybe dropped your first time as well?" Her tone was teasing, edged with a hint of mischief.

Aurelia\'s irritation flared at the insinuation. "Of course not, you bastard. He was just someone interesting. Though I\'ll probably never meet him again." She tried to sound nonchalant, but a part of her felt a pang of regret at the thought.

Changing the subject, Aurelia leaned forward. "How about your quest? How many times did you die this time?"

Anastasia\'s face soured slightly, her polite facade faltering. "Eighteen times," she admitted, placing her tea back on the table.

Aurelia chuckled heartily. "I didn\'t die at all this time. All thanks to that man."

"Wow, you\'re so lucky," Anastasia exclaimed, a genuine smile replacing her earlier annoyance. She then sighed wistfully. "I hope Lyan would do the same for me."

"Lyan? That summoner you occasionally mentioned? Didn\'t you only meet him a few times while disguised as your brother?" Aurelia asked, her interest piqued despite herself.

"Yes, but his presence... his greatness, and the profound sadness in his eyes intrigue me more than anything," Anastasia confessed, her tone dreamy yet somber.

Aurelia shook her head, baffled. "I don\'t understand half of what you say."

"Of course you don\'t," Anastasia said with a small, enigmatic smile. "It\'s because you\'re too focused on brute force and power."

Aurelia rolled her eyes. "And you\'re too focused on subtleties and manipulation. We make quite the pair, don\'t we?"

Anastasia chuckled softly, the sound almost musical. "Indeed we do. But tell me more about this assassin. What made him so interesting?"

Aurelia hesitated for a moment, then decided to indulge her. "He\'s different from anyone I\'ve met before. He moves with such grace and precision, yet there\'s a heaviness in his eyes. It\'s like he\'s seen too much, suffered too much, but he keeps going. There\'s a strength in that."

Anastasia\'s eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Sounds like someone worth knowing. Do you think you\'ll see him again?"

Aurelia shrugged. "Who knows? Our paths might cross again, or they might not. But he left an impression, that\'s for sure."

The conversation lulled, and they both sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. The stillness of the white room was almost comforting in its predictability, a stark contrast to the chaos of their quests.

Anastasia broke the silence first. "Do you ever wonder why we have to keep doing this? These endless quests, dying over and over again?"

Aurelia sighed, her gaze distant. "All the time. But I try not to dwell on it. It is what it is. We have to keep going, no matter what."

"Spoken like a true warrior," Anastasia said softly. "But sometimes, I wish we could just... stop. Just live a normal life."

Aurelia looked at her, surprised by the vulnerability in her voice. "I didn\'t know you felt that way."

Anastasia gave a small, sad smile. "We\'re not so different, you and I. We both have our burdens, our regrets. But we keep going because we have to."

Aurelia nodded, feeling a rare sense of camaraderie with her. "You\'re right. We keep going."

As they conversed, a gentle light began to envelop the room, signaling their impending return to their respective worlds. Anastasia stood up, her expression turning serious. "Remember to protect your dignity and stop talking so crudely, Aurelia."

"Shut up, bastard," Aurelia retorted, her face twisting in annoyance as the light grew brighter.

When Aurelia opened her eyes next, she was back in her throne room, the familiar opulence a stark contrast to the white room\'s simplicity. The prime minister was standing before her, concern etched on his face.

"Are you fine, my queen?" he asked, eyeing her warily.

Aurelia nodded, pushing herself up from her throne. "Yes, just another day in the life of a cursed queen." Her tone was dry, but a spark of defiance glinted in her eyes, ready to face whatever challenges awaited her next.

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I woke up in my familiar study at the Drakhan mansion, the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. As I sat up, I noticed something peculiar—my usual attire was neatly folded on top of my desk, replaced by the assassin garb I had worn in the quest. The realization hit me slowly, the weight of the night\'s events settling over me like a thick cloak.

Before I could move to examine the neatly folded clothes, a blue screen flashed before my eyes, startlingly bright against the dimness of the room:

[Quest Completed: Protect the Queen

+1 Store Currency +1 Quest Equipment Set]

"As expected, it\'s the queen," I muttered to myself, digesting the information. I hadn\'t fully understood what Aurelia was doing there, in that forsaken village, but it seemed my instincts to protect her had been correct. A sense of satisfaction washed over me, though it was quickly replaced by curiosity about the implications of the quest\'s completion.

Turning my attention to the assassin\'s attire still clinging to my body, I appreciated its feel and functionality. The comfort was unparalleled, the defense it offered was substantial due to its magical enchantments, and aesthetically, it was striking. The curved blades attached to my belt felt like extensions of my own arms—perfectly balanced and deadly.

I stood and approached the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. The figure staring back was clad in dark, form-fitting fabric that moved with an ease that belied its protective qualities. The hood shrouded my face in shadows, ideal for anonymity. The chest armor was intricately designed with dark metallic accents that caught the light with a menacing gleam.

Spiked pauldrons added a fierce edge to the silhouette, while the gauntlets featured claw-like extensions, giving the outfit a predatory look. My reflection was that of a figure from the shadows, a silent guardian enveloped in mystery and danger.

"This could work," I spoke aloud, considering the broader implications. In the game, the world progressed through quests completed by players, each action driving the narrative forward. But here, in this reality, there were no players to push events along—only me. It dawned on me then, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on my shoulders.

If this world was to keep moving in the right direction, I would need to intervene directly. But how?

The answer seemed clear as I observed my reflection. I needed another identity, one that could operate in the shadows, influencing events without drawing attention to Lord Draven of Drakhan. This attire, this assassin\'s guise, it was more than just equipment—it was a new persona, a means to interact with the world from behind the scenes.

"Looks like the other plan could be executed directly," I said to myself with a nod. Turning away from the mirror, I began to plan. This new identity wasn\'t just about protecting myself; it was about exerting influence where Draven could not. As a lord, my actions were watched and judged, but as an unknown assassin, I could move freely and affect change in ways that were otherwise impossible.

I sat back down at my desk, pulling over a piece of parchment and beginning to sketch out my next moves. This new role would require careful planning and precise execution. I would need to establish connections, gather intelligence, and perhaps most importantly, ensure that this identity remained a secret. The potential to steer events was enormous, but so was the risk.

As I plotted and planned, the sun rose higher, casting long shadows across the wooden floor of my study. The world outside was unaware of the changes being set in motion within these four walls. For now, that was how it needed to be. The less the world knew about this new player in the game, the more effective he would be.

With a deep breath, I folded the parchment, tucking it into a drawer. There was much to do, and time was of the essence. Standing up, I adjusted the assassin\'s cloak around my shoulders, the fabric whispering across the floor as I moved towards the door. As I stepped out into the corridor, the cool air of the mansion brushed against my face, a silent reminder of the dual life I was about to lead.

The game had changed, and I with it. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I was ready to meet them head-on, from the shadows or in the light. This was my world now, and I would protect it, no matter the cost.