Evil Girl Alice

Yet, they only knew the general location of Jörmungandr’s seal.
The exact coordinates? They’d have to keep probing—again and again.

And now, the Sea Dragon King’s revival was drawing near.
If they failed to find him before he awoke—and worse, if he escaped—then they were completely finished.

That was why the imperial family was in such a rush.

“Search him!”

A guard’s voice snapped Black out of his thoughts.
He realized he’d already been brought into the Hodir’s main cabin.

The Dragoncleaver Guard thoroughly confirmed Black was unarmed before escorting him inside.

Once in, Black glanced around.
This wasn’t a typical cabin—it looked more like a military command tent.

A massive sea chart lay spread in the center, surrounded by several figures.

At the sound of the guard’s report, their eyes turned to Black.

Standing at the head was Empress Elizabeth herself.

“Well, well, look who’s here—the little white seagull bringing us a surprise?”

The Duke Gran spoke, his voice smooth and sickly sweet, his tone making Black’s skin crawl.

Duke Gran—he knew this man well.
One of the human traitors in the mid-game, a classic villain.

Pale as aged porcelain, with dull gray eyes like lead shot, the duke was old—but his mind was razor-sharp.

“Duke Gran, let me remind you—white seagull is an insult. He’s our lifesaver now.”

Cyril Buck, the Eighth Son of the Round Table Knights, smiled warmly.

This handsome, sun-kissed youth was one of the male leads collected into Jiaye’s harem.

Just looking at him, anyone would feel drawn to his charm.

It was hard for Black to imagine this gentle boy secretly conducting human-dragon hybrid experiments behind the scenes.
Only Jiaye’s timely intervention had saved him from becoming irredeemable.

“Hello! I’m Krystin. So nice to meet you!”

Krystin, the Church’s Saintess, stood closest. She flashed a sweet smile, showing cute little fangs, and extended her hand.

Black was flustered. He looked up—her hair like moonlit silk, her eyes like glowing rubies, blinking just a fraction too slowly.

She wore an ivory linen dress, waist cinched tight, silver lilies stitched over her chest trembling with each breath.

Even more stunning than her in-game artwork.

He hadn’t expected a saintess to greet a lowly pirate like him.
But then again—Krystin’s in-game persona was the pure white lotus archetype.

Still, Black knew the truth.
In the original game, she was also a villainess—one of the antagonists.

His gaze grew complicated, but hey—shaking hands with a beautiful girl? He wasn’t complaining.

Just as his hand reached halfway—a flash of cold light!

A red sword slammed between Black and Krystin.

“Krystin, remember your noble status. Don’t casually interact with scum like this.”

That voice. That attitude. That sword.
Black looked up—and his suspicion was confirmed.

[Name: Alice]
[Identity: Second Imperial Princess of the Dragonheart Empire]
[Class Level: Lv.40 Mid-Tier · Diamond Swordsman]
[Favorite Food: All sweets—especially strawberry cake]
[Hobby: Sword training, combat, painting]
[Critical Info: Never insult the empire in front of her]
[Expected Fate: Death within ten days]

Second Princess—Alice!

Alice glared at Black, her pale pink hair flowing like silk in the light.
Her vivid red eyes carried a cold distance.
Dressed in a pristine white uniform with gold trim and a bold red necktie, she looked both elegant and deadly.

People who love red are usually cheerful—but Alice’s expression was icy, hiding secrets behind her silence.

She was the first villainess Jiaye encountered in the game—the one Black remembered most vividly.

Her title—the vicious, spoiled noblewoman—was etched into every player’s mind.

And she wasn’t just spoiled.
She was the type who’d draw her sword and kill you if you so much as annoyed her.

Worst of all? She lived for imperial honor.
Anyone who disrespected or insulted the royal family in her presence would be hunted for three days and nights.

The White Pearl pirates attacking the royal fleet? That was unforgivable.

If Black weren’t valuable, he knew Alice would’ve already lopped off his head.

“Alice. Do not disrespect our guest.”

“But Mother, a pirate like him couldn’t possibly have intel on Jörmungandr…”

Empress Elizabeth finally spoke.
One glance—and Alice sheathed her sword, glaring at Black with不甘 before stepping back.

Just like in the game. Alice feared the empress.
Her twisted, spoiled nature stemmed from her desperate need for her mother’s approval.

“Name?”

Elizabeth’s gaze returned to the sea chart, voice calm and detached.

“Your Majesty, I’m Black—born in a small coastal fishing village of the Dragonheart Empire!”

Black knelt on one knee, left hand over his chest, bowing deeply in a formal noble salute.

The gesture surprised the others.
A pirate knowing noble etiquette?

“Black. Get to the point. Where is Jörmungandr?”

“Tell the truth, and I’ll keep my word—your pirate crew will live.”

Elizabeth cut straight to the chase. She needed this intel—now.

“Your Majesty, esteemed guests—Jörmungandr’s location is right here.”

Black didn’t hesitate. He stepped to the sea chart and pointed to a region labeled Caribbean Sea.

“The Caribbean Sea?!”

Everyone in the room tensed, brows furrowing in disbelief.

“Heh. Pirates are pirates. Not even a white seagull could be this stupid. Lying through your teeth.”

Duke Gran sneered, voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re mocking us. Jörmungandr can’t possibly be in shallow waters!”

Whoosh! Alice’s sword flashed out again—tip aimed straight at Black’s throat!

Damn it! This Alice really is a violent psycho!

Black gulped, sweat trickling down his neck as the blade hovered an inch from his skin.

“Everyone, please—calm down. Let this man explain his reasoning.”

Krystin’s soft voice was like a balm, easing the tension.

Saintess indeed. My angel!

Seizing the chance, Black quickly continued.

“About a month ago, the White Pearl sailed through the Caribbean Sea—and in just one week, we were attacked by sea dragons five times!”

“And these weren’t the same type. We faced: Hammerhead Sea Dragon, Sealion Dragon, Spined Sea Dragon, Augupgu Sea Dragon, and Azure-Ringed Sea Dragon!”

“Surely you all know—while these are the same species, different subspecies compete and even kill each other. There’s no way five types would gather in such a small area.”

“Plus—Hammerhead and Azure-Ringed Sea Dragons are deep-sea dwellers, hunting giant whales. Why would they appear repeatedly in shallow waters?”