Summoned a Hero But Got a Villain Instead-Chapter 95: Fuck

Her mouth hung open. She couldn’t say a word.

Clara—the untouchable Ice Queen of Silverleaf Academy, who’d built a fortress of cool indifference around her heart—was completely speechless.

The world, which had been a boring, predictable chessboard just moments ago, had been flipped over. Its pieces scattered in a way she could never have imagined.

A hero.

This masked, gluttonous, terrifyingly powerful boy was one of the legendary heroes her father had spoken of. The ones who were about to be put on display for the world’s leaders.

Dante watched her, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. He had a mission to complete. He didn’t have time for this.

"Can you stop with that face?" he said flatly. "You don’t look like the cool, collected girl from the rumors."

Clara snapped her mouth shut. A faint, embarrassed blush rose on her cheeks. She coughed, adjusting the collar of her blazer. Her mask of cool indifference was quickly being rebuilt.

"So," she began, her voice a little shaky, "you’re the hero. The one my father told me about. The one who’ll be having a fight to show their power, to get a proper auction value."

’So that’s the story they’re going with,’ Dante thought. A public demonstration of power. A way to show off the new merchandise. It was logical, if crude, how they were handling the situation.

"Yeah, kind of," he said. "Now, since I’ve answered your question, we can go our separate ways."

Clara’s expression turned cold again. She applied her mask and said nothing, simply staring at him with her intelligent, analytical grey eyes.

Dante sighed. He turned to leave, but then stopped. He had a problem. A logistical one.

"I was wondering," he began, turning back to her, his tone shifting to casual curiosity. "Where can I find proper shops? These stalls here are all for food, cheap weapons, and other little things."

"Is there a place that’s more... luxurious? And yeah, for clothing too."

He patted the smartphone. "I have a lot of money to spare, and I don’t have much time. Could you help me out?"

Clara looked at him, her brow furrowed. "Well, if you want some good stuff, then of course you should go to Silverleaf City 3. It’s the closest one here."

"City?" Dante asked. "So this... this isn’t a city?"

She looked at him as if he were an idiot. "This is just the academy and some stalls for the students. For their lunch and free time. The real city is outside the academy grounds."

Dante’s mind reeled. ’How much will this new world surprise me? And what will I see in a real city?’

"So," he said, pushing his confusion down. "Can you tell me the directions?"

She let out a short, almost silent laugh. "Hello, hero. For your information, the city is two hours away if you go by foot."

"Who says I’ll go by foot?" he replied. "I can teleport."

"Yeah, use that teleportation skill," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "and if someone finds out you’re using unauthorized magic in a high-security zone, they’ll imprison you. Or worse."

Tsssh. Dante let out a sound of pure annoyance. "That’s a problem. Then what can I do now?"

She looked at him, a strange, calculating light in her eyes. "I can drop you there. In my car."

"Damn rich kids," Dante muttered under his breath.

"Did you say something?"

"Nope," he said quickly, his voice a mask of polite gratitude. "I accept your offer. And I won’t forget this help. As a hero, I owe you one." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Well, keep your offer," she said, turning away. "I don’t need anything. I just..."

She couldn’t complete the sentence.

Dante was confused. "Are you okay?"

A flicker of something—frustration, maybe, or embarrassment—crossed her face.

"Follow me," she said, her voice sharp. "It’ll take five minutes to reach one of my residences here. I’ll take a car from the garage."

"If you’re that rich, can’t you just call a driver?" he asked, genuinely curious.

She stopped and turned to him, her expression serious. "I can. But if I do, the driver will report to my father."

"And if my father finds out that I’m with an unknown, masked boy who’s not a student, there’ll be a mess. And maybe you’ll lose your life."

She began to tick off his crimes on her fingers. "First, using unauthorized magic in a restricted area. Second, stealing credits from other students."

"And last, being a person who’s not a student on academy grounds without a permit. Speaking of which, how did you get that uniform?"

Dante coughed, a dry, nervous sound. "It was just... floating in the air," he began, his voice full of fantastical, unbelievable sincerity. "Where we were staying."

"It just dropped down at my feet, as if it were saying, ’Wear me.’ And then after that..."

"Enough of your lies," she cut him off, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips. "You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to."

They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the only sound their footsteps on the stone path.

Vrrrrrrrm.

A low, powerful humming sound came from behind them. A sleek, black car, the same model as the one that had first greeted them, pulled up beside them. The tinted window slid down with a soft, electric whir.

A girl’s face, framed by a cascade of vibrant, fiery red hair, poked out. She was a vision of breathtaking, almost divine beauty. Her skin was flawless, her lips were a perfect, playful pout, and her eyes, the color of a summer sky, sparkled with a mischievous, aristocratic light.

It was Elena von Dravien.

"Clara!" she chirped, her voice bright and melodic. "Where are you going?"

Before Clara could answer, Elena’s gaze shifted to the masked boy standing beside her. Her bright, cheerful smile froze. Her blue eyes widened, then narrowed, a look of profound and utterly suspicious curiosity on her face.

She looked from the strange, masked boy to her famously cold and distant friend, and then back again.

Clara saw the look on her friend’s face. She saw the questions forming, the teasing she was about to endure, the complex web of lies she would have to spin.

She muttered a single, perfect, and utterly defeated word.

"Fuck."