Struggling as a Villain

Chapter 92: Chapter 91- Academy(5)

How did Richard spend the last five minutes? He doesn't know. He just sat there in the middle of the stage while experiencing several sensations going through him.

Sometimes loud noises, sometimes extreme heat. He even felt several snakes wrapping around his body and injecting venom into his body, but when the buzzer blared, he was all fine and well. There were no physical wounds on his body, nor his ether-flow was damaged.

Walking out of the dome, he received the notification from the system that he finally had reached ninety points, and only needed ten points to have his status window.

And because of that happiness, there was a smile on his face when he returned.

"Hey, hey look. Smiling and all "

"Do you think he cheated?"

"No doubt. Whose mother is feared across the globe surely would get privileges in the academy."

"Damn...such corruption"

These were those salty students who had initially decided to endure the torture for the whole twenty minutes but were the first of those who exited the dome once the fifteen minutes were up.

Richard naturally ignored them since starting a fight would cost him points, and he was actually too happy to mind those rumour-mongers.

Returning to position beside Amelia, he whispered, "I am fine, I swear." He assured her since more than Richard could have ever be, Amelia seemed worried. He had started to read those eyes of her quite fluently now, and when he saw her eyes trembling, he knew he had kept her anxious.

She didn't say anything but just held his sleeve weakly—like she would lose him the moment she let go.

Richard found the gesture adorable.

"Good work," Ethan complimented to which Richard returned the praise with, "You too."

"Okay then, students. The second stage is now finished and your third stage examiner would be....ah, there he is." As the bespectacled man said, a person with a slim build and slightly swollen belly walked inside the examination dome and stood while facing the students

He had a sweet smile on his face, which offered friendliness, and the man seemed far from being harmful. He had long and curly dirty yellow hair, and since he had yet to open his eyes, one couldn't discern his eye's colour.

He intertwined his finger over his belly before greeting others, "Good afternoon, students. I am Oswin Oakhart and I will be conducting your third examination."

He suddenly took out a vial from his pocket before advancing toward the first student in the row.

"Extend your hand, son," The said boy extended his hand before the man dropped the red fluid on his palm.

Following the same pattern, Oswin offered the red fluid to everyone, which ended with Richard.

Richard didn't try to smell it to discern what the liquid was, but just by its consistency, he felt it was a potion. Or what it could be?

Once he was done, the blond professor kept the vial back in his jacket before asking the students, "Now, by your preference, hold any of your body parts except for your head with that same hand in which you received the fluid."

Richard was now even more confused. What was this man doing?

However, no one asked the teacher why they should do that and what was about to happen. The thirty students that remained were all well disciplined and had received enough experience, until now, when to open their mouths and when to not.

However, before he could try overcrowding his wounds with bandages, a pale hand held him by the wrist.

Richard paused and lifted his eyes, only to find Amelia crouching in front of him and taking a small bottle from the medical box.

There were tears in her eyes and her voice trembled when she said, "This will hurt,"

She said before opening the bottle and pouring the lime-colored fluid on his wound, making Richard wince but he somehow held himself from making a sound.

Amelia's condition didn't look good, yet her hands never wavered, nor did she ever pause while she healed Richard.

She first used several cotton pads to press it against his wound and then tied the bandage around his thigh.

When she was done, his blood stopped spilling completely and he was now feeling much better.

*BZZZ*

The buzzer resonated yet Amelia and Richard didn't move. Richard gazed into those orbs, which contained nothing but relief right now. In these few seconds, she has shown so many emotions that he was left speechless.

Not a speck of regret he could see in her even though she disqualified herself...just because she couldn't see him hurt.

'What did I ever do to deserve such affection from you, Amelia?' He inwardly asked himself.

"Please stand up, now you two. The game is over and now we have four people who will be retiring from the examination."

Oswin called out as Richard and Amelia finally got up while supporting each other.

Those other three students had already left, and only Amelia remained.

"I am sorry sweetie, but rules are rules." Oswin sweetly stated. He couldn't do anything despite what he actually wanted.

Amelia nodded before she glanced at Richard and said, "Can you promise me something?"

Richard was slightly overwhelmed by everything that just happened in these two minutes, which didn't allow him to respond verbally. Rather, he just nodded.

Amelia drew closer and softly held his left cheek before whispering, "Just don't get hurt anymore. I don't want to feel that pain once again, or I might really die....or so would I have said, but I know that will make you feel burdened. So just take me on a date after the examination, okay?"

Richard's expression shifted and soon he chuckled.

Seriously, this girl has a very strange personality...

"Okay, let's go on a date."

....but he likes her.

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A/N:- Damn...part 2.