Villain Ch 262. A Little Chaos, A Little Entertainment

Yora glanced at Greg. “Let’s end that conversation. It brings back unpleasant memories,” she said firmly, wanting to steer the discussion away from the topic of Allen. She was not comfortable delving into those emotions at the moment.

Shifting her attention back to Mac, Yora suggested, “Can you make it for us?” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to answer Greg’s question, but she couldn’t. Deep down, she still yearned for Allen, but Greg’s inquiry hinted at the possibility that he had feelings for her. Providing a direct answer might jeopardize their friendship in an instant, and she didn’t want that. So, for now, keeping Greg in the gray area, between hot and cold, seemed like the safest choice. 𝒃𝒆𝒐𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝙘𝙤𝒎

“Sure thing,” Mac responded, albeit with a tinge of confusion. He understood that he had interrupted something, but since Yora didn’t wish to discuss it further, he decided to fulfill her request. Summoning his inventory screen, he retrieved the necessary ingredients.

Meanwhile, Greg had to swallow his disappointment once again. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as Yora’s attention shifted toward Mac. It seemed like yet another instance where Greg found himself in the shadows, watching as someone else stole the spotlight.

Shea, perched at a nearby table, couldn’t help but be amazed at how adeptly Yora was handling the situation. As an observer, she found the unfolding drama rather entertaining, like witnessing a captivating scene from a reality show. She couldn’t help but think, ‘Ah, this girl isn’t as innocent as I thought.’

Her finger lightly scrolled down her inventory screen, pretending to be occupied with her items, while her eyes were fixated on Yora and Greg. Little did Shea know that her impromptu performance had inadvertently brought forth another side of Yora that she had never seen before.

The tea shop encounter was purely coincidental for Shea. Her real targets were here, but upon spotting Mac and his group, curiosity got the better of her. She couldn’t resist playing a little game with them, and that’s when she decided to utilize her newly acquired skill, Copy Voice. At first, Shea’s intention was merely to have some fun. However, fate had different plans.

Just from Yora’s response, it became apparent to her that Yora was undoubtedly using Mac and Greg as mere pawns in her personal game. She was stringing them along, keeping them in the gray zone between friendship and something more, all while her heart yearned for Allen. It was clear to Shea that Yora had no genuine intention of pursuing a romantic relationship with either Mac or Greg. They were simply placeholders, distractions to keep her occupied while she continued her pursuit of Allen.

The realization left Shea feeling a mix of emotions. But for sure, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Allen. He had managed to extricate himself from this toxic dynamic, recognizing the false facade that Yora projected. Though Yora may have appeared innocent and vulnerable, her actions spoke otherwise. She manipulated the feelings of those around her, not out of malicious intent, but to feed her own ego and satisfy her own desires.

It was a stark reminder that in the real world, things were never as clear-cut as black and white. People had shades of gray within them, harboring both light and darkness. Yora was a prime example of this complexity. She presented herself as a sweet and innocent girl, shedding tears that seemed genuine and pure. However, beneath that facade lay a calculating individual who played her own game, even if she herself wasn’t fully aware of it.

“She may not be a villain, but she’s definitely not the angelic girl she pretends to be.” That was what came to Shea’s mind.

Still… Even with the unexpected turn of events and Yora’s response, Shea couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She knew that her words had an impact on the group dynamic, particularly on Greg. His intentions were crystal clear—he wanted Yora for himself and had no qualms about tarnishing Allen’s image in the process. However, it seemed that Yora had a preference for Mac, which only fueled Greg’s unhappiness and brought his jealousy to the surface.

As Shea observed their interactions, a mischievous idea began to form in her mind. Maybe she could add a little comment or two during their battles, just to stir the pot and see what would unfold. After all, she couldn’t resist the temptation to create a bit of chaos within their dynamic. She imagined Greg’s desperate yearning for Yora’s validation, his relentless pursuit of her affection. And while Yora might continue to keep Greg in the gray zone indefinitely, Shea knew that if she kept triggering their emotions, his patience would eventually wear thin.

Shea couldn’t deny that there was a certain thrill in watching this love triangle unfold. It was like witnessing a real-life drama, except with avatars and virtual battles. She relished in the power she had to influence their emotions, to push their buttons, and expose their vulnerabilities. It was a game within a game—a game of hearts.

Sensing a movement, Shea’s gaze fixated on her targets, the two herbalists seated not far from her table. They caught her attention, pulling her focus away from the ongoing drama between Mac, Yora, and Greg. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from the trio, knowing that she had to follow the herbalists if she wanted to gather her weapon materials.

With a tinge of disappointment, Shea decided to bring her observation to an end. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing as if she was parting ways with a thrilling storyline that had captivated her.

Standing up from her table, Shea discreetly glanced back at Mac, Yora, and Greg one last time. It was a fleeting moment, a final glimpse at the trio that had unknowingly become the center of her attention. She couldn’t help but wonder what would transpire between them in her absence

‘Well, the next event will be interesting,’ Shea thought with a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of stirring up the already tangled web of relationships. It was like being handed a golden opportunity to witness the drama unfold and perhaps even have a hand in shaping its outcome.

With her attention now fully focused on her targets, Shea’s mind started to churn with ideas and strategies. She was determined to push the boundaries and test the limits of their emotions. After all, what was the point of playing this game if not to stir up a little chaos and entertainment?

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