I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!

Hamiel gestured wildly to the broken shards, the destroyed remnants skittering across the floor, his anger simmering just below outright violence.

Yet—Frederick merely shrugged, unfazed by the dwarf's reaction.

With a casual exhale, Frederick raised an eyebrow before responding—

"Why cry over a broken gate?"

His tone carried no remorse, as if the issue was hardly worth addressing.

"Aren't you the head of the Blacksmith Division? And a dwarf, at that? Just forge another one."

The words were said as if they were the most obvious solution in the world, yet all they did was ignite Hamiel's fury even further.

The Dean's arms crossed as she leaned slightly forward, her tone carrying an edge of mockery as she addressed him—

"Why are you here, Old Man Number 'Two'?"

The deliberate emphasis on "Two" carried a sharpness—a blatant jab, one that hung in the air like an unsheathed blade.

Frederick scoffed, his expression barely shifting, before firing back—

"Why are you here, Lazy Worthless Piece of Shit?"

His words struck with equal intensity, a verbal counterstrike that sent sparks flying between them as their gazes locked fiercely, neither willing to back down.

Hamiel clicked his tongue seeing the two fighting, his voice carried impatient irritation, dismissing their petty exchange as he gestured toward the wreckage left behind.

"Number Two, first pay up for the damn gate—then, if you want to fight, take this lazy bag with you!"

His words weren't a request—they were an order.

With an exaggerated sigh, Frederick tilted his head slightly, his expression dripping with amusement as he casually responded—

"Now, now, Short Height—what's the rush?"

His smirk widened as he continued, his words deliberate—calculated.

"Let me finish the task I came for. I heard an interesting tale—one about how our dear Short Height was heartbrokenly rejected by a student."

His grin sharpened, watching for Hamiel's reaction as he added—

"He even offered the position of an Inheritor—then tried bribing with a Diamond Pass—but still, he was rejected."

The Dean's ears perked up, her posture straightening ever so slightly as she absorbed the words.

Hamiel's expression stiffened, his voice faltering ever so slightly as he questioned—

"W-Where did you hear that from?"

His words carried both disbelief and caution, as if refusing to accept the possibility.

Frederick, however, remained completely unbothered, delivering his response without hesitation—

"From the same student who rejected you."

The statement hung heavy in the air.

And at that moment—even the Dean felt her interest rise.

Wasn't this the very same student Hamiel had been so eager to craft a weapon for?

The revelation made her internally sigh—

'I should have brought some desserts for this drama.'

She regretted finishing all her sweets before coming here, because clearly—this was about to get good.

Hamiel shook his head slightly, refusing to process the information right away.

"T-There's no way he would do something like that."

Yet—his mind betrayed him.

Because he suddenly recalled being scammed by Adlet earlier—right before the Dean had arrived.

His stomach sank slightly, the dots beginning to connect.

Frederick watched his reaction, sensing the shift in his resolve before adding—

"Do you think I'm lying?"

His voice was casual, yet teasing, pressing further into Hamiel's frustration.

"That kid said everything himself—I heard it with my own ears. For the entire story, I even gave away a Silver P—"

Then—he abruptly paused.

His confidence momentarily faltered, his words cutting off mid-sentence as realization struck him.

He had said more than he intended.

The Dean, who had initially settled into the scene to enjoy the unfolding drama, suddenly snapped forward, her eyes widening.

With an urgent tone, she demanded—

"Hey! Don't stop! Continue speaking! What did you say you gave away?"

Her excitement bristled through the air, fueled by the sheer ridiculousness of what she had just overheard.

Frederick clicked his tongue, waving his hand dismissively as he muttered—

"Nothing."

His attempt to evade the subject was as weak as it was obvious, but Hamiel was already grinning ear to ear, his amusement undeniable.

Hamiel erupted into deep, rumbling laughter, his hands slamming against his desk as he taunted—

"HAHA! You were scammed by that kid!"

His laughter only grew as he leaned back, shaking his head in absolute delight at the situation.

"For a mere tale, you gave away a Silver Pass? As expected—your brains stopped working long ago."

His words dripped with mockery, capitalizing on Frederick's clear miscalculation.

Yet—Frederick wasn't about to let that insult slide.

With a sharp smirk, Frederick fired back, his voice carrying unrestrained smugness—

"Big words—coming from a short height who gave away a Gold Pass despite suffering a heartbreak rejection."

The insult landed directly, its sting laced with undeniable irony, and Hamiel's laughter sputtered slightly before he clicked his tongue in frustration.

Watching them bicker like children over spilled milk, the Dean finally exhaled loudly, shaking her head as she interjected—

"How wonderful! Two of the most senior teachers in the Academy just handed out Gold and Silver Passes to a first-year—on the first day."

Her gaze hardened, sharp enough to cut through their nonsense as she continued—

"And after causing such a ridiculous mess, they're still fighting over meaningless things."

Her glare swept across both of them, demanding some semblance of professionalism—yet neither responded.

Hamiel and Frederick, without exchanging a word, simply turned their heads away, dismissing her judgment as though they had never heard it after all who would care about a lecture on professionalism from someone who slept and gobbled up deserts the entire day.

Frederick, his tone carefree, though his words carried a subtle jab at Hamiel.

"It doesn't matter much. Most of the perks of the Silver Pass are just discounts. Though—I can't say the same about the Gold Pass."

His smirk widened, watching for the dwarf's reaction.

Hamiel, however, remained firm, his voice cutting through the conversation without hesitation—

"I gave the Gold Pass because I found him worthy. No questions asked."

The Dean's brows furrowed slightly, sensing that the discussion was heading toward something far more intriguing.

"Who is that student?"

Her voice was sharp, pressing for an answer.

The response came immediately—spoken in unison.

"Adlet."

"Adlet"

The moment the name left their mouths, the Dean's mind clicked.

Her thoughts sharpened, recalling the student she had reluctantly accepted under pressure from the Southern Duke.

Her arms folded across her chest as she narrowed her gaze, lips curling slightly in amusement.

'That arrogant kid… Now this sounds interesting.'

Frederick's eyes drifted across the office before settling on the bottle of Spirit Wine resting on Hamiel's desk.

With a casual motion, he picked it up, inspecting the liquid through the glass.

"By the way—where did you get this treasure?"

Before the words even finished leaving his lips, Hamiel's aura flared violently, his voice booming through the room.

"PUT… THAT… DOWN! I WILL RIP YOUR ARM OFF IF YOU EVEN TOUCH MY TREASURE!"

His fingers clenched around the handle of his Warhammer, the weapon now coated in raw energy, ready to be swung at a moment's notice.

Frederick, however, was far from intimidated.

His expression didn't shift—instead, he exaggerated a mock shiver, shaking his body dramatically.

"Soooo scary~"

The words dripped with sarcasm, yet his actions carried even more provocation.

Behind him—multiple magic circles materialized, glowing faintly with untapped power.

And just to aggravate the dwarf further, Frederick began to shake the bottle up and down, the liquid sloshing inside as he made a point to prove that Hamiel's threats meant little to him.

Just as the tension threatened to spill over into outright chaos, the Dean sighed sharply, lifting her hand with effortless grace.

"Just stop fighting."

And in the blink of an eye—the bottle disappeared from Frederick's grasp, its presence vanishing into thin air before reappearing directly in her palm.

Frederick clicked his tongue, visibly annoyed at being outmaneuvered, yet he said nothing as the Dean casually returned the bottle to Hamiel, ensuring no further reckless handling of his treasured possession.

Hamiel, satisfied with its return, moved to store it away—

But the Dean had other plans.

Her expression shifted slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes as she interrupted him—

"By the way—continue that tale about this old man being rejected."

Her words landed with precision, stopping Hamiel mid-motion, his hand hovering just above his desk, frozen in the act of putting away the bottle.

Frederick's grin widened slightly, feigning deep thought as he tilted his head dramatically, his gaze locked onto Hamiel.

"Where should I start…"

His voice dripped with mock deliberation, his clear intent to savor every moment of Hamiel's discomfort.

Hamiel's glare darkened, filled with silent threats—but before he could act—

A sudden wave of frost enveloped him. A Cage of Ice.

With minimal effort, the Dean sealed him within a frozen cage, the thick crystalline walls glowing faintly as they shimmered under the office's dim lighting.

Frederick, now entirely in control of the narrative, launched into the story—but not without adding embellishments, twisting events to maximize Hamiel's humiliation.

The Dean leaned back, watching with immense interest, fully entertained by the unfolding tale.

During the entire tale Hamiel kept shouting "YOU LIAR!" his frustration erupting into audible protests as he banged his fists against the ice.

His furious voice echoed through the chamber, but no matter how he struggled, no amount of brute force could shatter the Dean's magic.

Though—deep down, Dean did regret one thing.

'I should have saved some desserts for this.'

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