Is The Super Famous Sorceress The Villain?

"Take that! With such weak attacks, you won't beat me so easily, Warren!"

"Nghh! This isn't fair, you're definitely cheating!"

"Hahaha, cry all you want! You'll never beat me! I'm the queen of fighting games!"

"Damn it!"

Warren and I were playing a match… or rather, an epic showdown in a video game called The Street King Brawler Ultimate. Obviously, I was winning, as always.

Warren or better said, Warmonger no longer spoke with that overly respectful tone he used at school or when I first met him. Now, his tone was more rebellious and wild, maybe even more intense than mine.

Then again, that was probably his normal tone. On social media, you always hear him saying things like: "I am Warmonger, the genius of evil!" or something along those lines.

"Take this! Special attack!"

"Noooo!"

[KO?]

"Fufufu, you've got a lot to learn," I said smugly, looking at Warren mockingly.

However...

"Ha! You fell into my trap!"

"W-what?"

"Now! Take this!"

[KO!]

"W-what just happened? I had already beaten you!"

"Haha, Mila, you're such a rookie. Commander Rudal can revive if you input the right combination. Of course, only pros like me know that."

Defeated! In my favorite game!

Warren started doing a ridiculous victory dance while I loudly complained. Now, you're probably wondering how we got here. Maybe it's better to rewind a few hours to explain.

******

It was Saturday, around 6:00 a.m. It had been six days since Warren agreed to train me. However, I hadn't seen him at all during those days. In fact, he didn't even show up at school. But that day, something unexpected was about to happen.

As I mentioned, it was 6:00 a.m. The sky outside my window promised a beautiful day, and the sweet sound of birds chirping filled the air. I, Mila Velerth, woke up as usual, calm and graceful, like a princess in those famous movies.

"Uoooooo!!!!! Today is going to be a great dayyyyy!!!!"

BAM!

"Huh?"

Something strange was happening. There was something or someone sleeping next to me, in my bed. I realized it when I stretched out my arms and legs.

"Ugh, it's so early. Could you please not make so much noise?"

"!!!!"

Reflexively, I kicked them out of my bed while screaming like a maniac. "Ahhhhhhh!"

"Ouch! That hurt! Hey, could you calm down a bit?"

When the bundle of blankets hit the floor, I finally saw who it was. A guy with black hair, pale skin, an eyepatch, and black gloves on both hands.

"W-Warren!?"

"Oh! Hey, Mila!"

"D-Don't 'hey' me! What are you doing here?!" I yelled while launching a barrage of kicks at him.

"S-Sorry, I was going to wake you up to start training, but when I saw you sleeping so peacefully… I couldn't resist falling asleep myself, hehe," Warren said, still wrapped in the blanket.

Seriously? That's his excuse? What a terrible one! I kept glaring at Warren with anger, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"Well, now that you're awake," he said, standing up and striking some weird action pose, "let's begin training!"

However…

"Ah!"

"Huh?"

The blanket covering Warren started to slide off, slowly revealing his body. He was only wearing his underwear.

"Ahhhh!!! Help!!!"

"M-Mila, don't scream!"

BAM! My parents immediately burst into my room to see what was going on.

"M-Mila? What's happening—huh?"

"Good heavens!"

My mom and dad froze in shock. My dad's eyes were filled with rage, while my mom covered her mouth, horrified.

That day had definitely started on a weird way.

*******

A few minutes later, we were all sitting in the living room. My dad, glaring at Warren with uncontrollable anger; Warren, smiling nervously; my mom, still looking surprised; and me, just existing. You could almost see the sparks flying in the tense atmosphere.

"So, Mila, who is this?" my dad asked in a threatening voice.

"Dad, wait, don't jump to conclusions! He's—"

"Nice to meet you, Mila's parents. My name is Warren Monson Germain, and from today onwards, I'll be living in this house."

"W-what!?" We all screamed in unison.

"Wh-when did we agree to that?" I asked, completely incredulous.

"Didn't I tell you? It's necessary for the training. I need to suñervise your body while you sleep."

"You didn't tell me that!"

I glanced at my parents and saw their very different reactions. My mom was still in shock, her hand over her mouth, while my dad was muttering through tears: "Where did I go wrong raising you, Mila?"

Oh no, I can't let this happen. Sorry, Warren, but this means war. A spark lit in my eyes as I whispered, "You leave me no choice; I'll have to use that secret technique."

"?" Warren looked at me, confused.

"D-daddy, don't believe him! This guy broke into my room without my consent," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

My dad's eyes seemed to catch fire, and for a moment, I could've sworn I saw flames.

"Uoooooo! Don't worry, my princess. I'll protect you from this creep!" Then, glaring at Warren with an intimidating expression "You, vagrant! If you even touch my princess, I'll kill you! Get out of my house!"

My dad is a manager at a company, but despite that, he's tall and muscular,He has a prominent jaw, spiky black hair, and yellow eyes like mine. Right now, he's wearing a black suit with a white shirt. To be honest, he looks more like a mafia member than a manager.

As for my mother, the perfect way to describe her would be as an older version of me, although her eyes are brown.

Fufufu, I smiled as I looked at Warren and whispered, "Sorry, but I can't let this slide."

Smirk. "..."

"Huh?"

To my surprise, Warren was completely calm. His smile oozed confidence.

"Watch and learn," he said, still smiling.

"Sir, I apologize for breaking into your apartment. However, I did so purely out of concern for your daughter's safety. Please, accept this as compensation," Warren said, handing my dad a long, wrapped item.

A gift? Was this guy prepared for this?

"Huh? What's this? I don't accept anyth— Wow!"

Inside the wrapping was a signed baseball bat.

"It's a bat signed by none other than Derek Gater."

A baseball bat? Seriously? There's no way my dad would fall for something so simple. I mean, this is about me, his princ—

"D-daddy… What are you doing?"

I looked at my dad, but to my horror, he was on his knees in front of Warren!

"Of course, young master, you can stay as long as you like. My home is your home."

"Young master?! Dad, are you seriously going to let this stranger sleep in the same house as your daughter?"

My dad completely ignored me. I couldn't believe it… Warren's skills were extraordinary! But even so, there was still hope.

"Ahem," my mom cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, Warren, but you'll have to leave. If you want to see Mila, you'll do it outside this house. Period."

"Mommy!" Tears filled my eyes as I looked at her with admiration.

"Oh no, young master, be careful with her," my dad interjected. "She won't be bribed with a simple gift."

"Heh, don't worry, Walter. Everyone has a price," Warren replied confidently.

Walter?! Why do these two talk as if they've known each other for years?

"Dad, are you saying she doesn't have a price… Like you?"

"Hey, young lady, watch your tone! But… Yes, you're right…"

Warren, with a smug smile, pulled out something else from behind him. It was a covered tray. A sweet aroma filled the apartment, and when he finally uncovered it, there were pancakes. Golden syrup dripped down their fluffy surface, accompanied by fresh berries. They looked perfect, and I couldn't stop my mouth from watering.

"I can make these kinds of dishes during my stay," Warren said casually.

My mom turned to me with a smile. "Well, I guess it's not so bad if he stays, hehe."

"M-mommy!? But this guy has an eyepatch and wears black gloves. Don't you think that's a bit eccentric? What if he's dangerous?"

"No, Mila! In this house, we don't judge people by their appearance!," my mom replied firmly.

Meanwhile, my dad mumbled tearfully, "My daughter, judging someone by their looks? Where did I go wrong as a father?"

My eyebrows twitched as I struggled to process what was happening. Are these really my parents? Well, At least I'm normal…

*******

And that's how we got to the present. Warren and I were still playing video games in my room.

"I demand a rematch!"

"..."

[K.O.]

I went pale as Warren laughed victoriously. It couldn't be… I'd lost twice in a row! But somehow, seeing Warren laugh made me feel warm inside, and before I knew it, I hugged him from behind.

"Hehe~."

"W-w-what are you doing?" Warren stammered, dragging himself across the floor to get away.

"Hey! It's just a hug, you know? No need to react like that."

"Why did you do that?!"

"It's just…" I said with a nervous smile. "The only person I used to play video games with was my brother, and playing with you reminded me of that, hehe."

"W-well, don't do it again!"

Warren seemed incredibly uncomfortable with the sudden show of affection.

"Huh? Don't tell me you're not used to affection, Warren." A mischievous grin spread across my face as I moved closer to him.

"N-no! What are you doing? Stay away!"

"Come here!"

"Someone, help meeeee!"

Strangely enough, now I wanted Warren to stay… But he was the one begging for help.