I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game

Selena Drunkard.

If one were to summarize her actions in the original story with a single word—

"Traitor."

There was nothing more to add or take away.

Every choice had been her own.

There had been no coercion, no undue pressure.

She had betrayed the academy for her own goals and aligned herself with those she should never have approached.

None other than black mages—those who revered slaughter and greed.

A path leading to endless ruin.

Of course—

It wasn't as though she had intended to betray them from the start.

Just as every villain has their own reasons, the drunkard had her own circumstances.

Perhaps, under different conditions, she could have become a truly great educator.

If only she hadn't clung so desperately to the past.

"Memory, huh."

To an adult, memories are nothing more than attachments—or alcohol.

A void that makes one wander aimlessly through life.

And for Selena Drunkard, that was both her folly and her intoxication.

Her story began long ago—when she was still just a child.

— Lianne! Look what I got!
— It’s bread that hasn’t gone bad! I really hit the jackpot begging today!

Selena had a younger sister, five years her junior.

Lianne.

A little sister she had raised like her own child.

— You’re the best, Sis!
— It smells so good! I think it was just baked at the bakery!
— Hehe... Just thinking about it is making me drool.

They had no other family.

Their parents had passed away so long ago that even their memories of them were faint.

So Selena had to take responsibility for her sister.

Even though they wandered the slums, living off the mercy of strangers, the two never let go of hope.

Because they had each other.

In a way, it was ordinary.

Just another pair of beggar children, no different from the many others who littered the streets.

Whenever things got too difficult, they leaned on each other, just for a little while.

Even in the harsh, desperate winters, where hunger gnawed at their insides, they survived, holding onto their love for each other as their only warmth.

And as they grew older, so did their dependence on one another.

— Sis, I love you more than anything in the world!

A life where even the faintest light never reached.

A life always chased by misfortune.

A life that still dared to hope.

And perhaps—

Perhaps, in response to their unwavering hearts, the world finally decided to grant them a reprieve.

Because one day—