I Enrolled as the Villain
Chapter 45: Three Headed Angel

Chapter 45: Three Headed Angel

"We’re so dead," Silas muttered, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"You bastard! Disqualify him immediately!"

The Red Line students surged forward, spears drawn, aiming straight for Cendric and Silas. Inside the academy’s control center, staff tensed already preparing to intervene

But then—

Boom.

Gas erupted with a sharp hiss, flooding the chamber in thick, blinding smoke. The Red Line soldiers stumbled back, coughing and confused.

"What the hell?!"

"Where did this come from?! I can’t see anything!"

In the chaos, a thin paper charm stirred from within Cendric’s uniform.

It twitched then slithered out like a living ribbon, wrapping around his torso.

A soft glow flickered.

Snap.

The ropes binding him tore apart, dissolving into red mist as the charm uncoiled and vanished.

Cendric stood, breath steady.

His golden sword gleamed on the floor where they’d dropped it earlier. He reached down, grabbed it in one swift motion, and turned toward Silas.

With a single slash, the blade cut through the bindings holding him.

Silas staggered back, coughing. "What the hell did ? you do this?!"

Cendric didn’t answer.

Silas growled and activated his Terragan, power rushing through him. Even with their enhanced vision blurred by the smoke, it wasn’t enough to disorient them for long.

Because the smoke might blind normal mana users—

But not Valery blooded eyes.

And now, both of them could see clearly.

Even through fire. Even through chaos.

They were already moving.

Silas picked up his silver sword from the floor

Then he moved.

His eyes sharpened, mana surging in a focused pulse.

"Gaze of Severance. Second Form."

The blade ignited with a piercing white edge, humming violently then—

Screeeeech!!!

A jagged sound tore through the room as his sword screamed against the air. Silas launched himself forward, cutting through the smoke like a phantom.

In a flash, he was at the heart of the Red Line squad.

He spun.

A single, brutal arc.

The shockwave flung every Red Line student across the chamber. They slammed into the walls with dull, heavy thuds limbs scattering, weapons clattering to the ground.

Before they could fall, academy staff flickered into view, teleporting in an instant. They caught the bodies midair, then vanished just as fast.

Silas exhaled, sweat gliding down his smooth scalp. He wiped it away and turned to Cendric, annoyance already creeping in.

"You’re going to explain. Right now."

Cendric landed a breath too late, mimicking almost the exact same move Silas had just pulled but the moment was already over.

He cough then—

He lowered his sword, slung it onto his back, and walked toward Silas, boots echoing softly against the floor. His long white hair clung to his face, damp with sweat and smoke.

"I do—"

He caught himself, paused, then exhaled.

"I planned all this from the beginning."

Silas narrowed his eyes. "That was really stupid, you know."

Cendric shrugged, trying to look confident, but the twitch in his smile gave it away.

Silas didn’t let up. "Did Kael even know about this?"

There was a long silence.

Cendric scratched the back of his neck, muttered, "...Define know."

Silas just stared.

Then he opened his mouth to say something—

But then the entire stronghold shook with noise.

A siren blared overhead, deafening and sharp, followed by a mechanical voice repeating in rapid bursts:

"Intruder detected. Intruder detected. Cendric and Silas have escaped. Intruder detected—"

Red warning lights flooded the room, bathing their faces in flickering crimson.

Silas turned sharply, already moving.

"Let’s go!" he snapped, throwing the door open.

Cendric blinked, then scrambled after him.

As they sprinted through the red-lit corridors, alarms blared overhead, painting the walls in sharp flashes.

Then—

Then something fluttered through the air.

A single paper charm.

It weaved through the hallway like it had a will of its own, then gently landed on Cendric’s shoulder.

He flinched. It clung there a moment then whispered something no one else could hear.

Silas looked back. "What was that?"

Cendric didn’t answer. His expression shifted. His posture straightened.

The charm peeled away and vanished into the shadows.

And suddenly—he ran faster.

His movements smoothed out like a puppet pulled by strings that finally knew where to go.

Silas blinked, surprised. "You were holding back?"

Cendric only grinned, pushing ahead with a strange, quiet confidence.

"Just caught my second wind."

Just as they turned the corner, a full squad of Red Line students came into view spears raised, eyes burning, blocking the main path like a wall of red steel.

"Shit!" Cendric said in distress

Silas skidded to a stop. His eyes narrowed, mana surging into his Terragan.

Without hesitation, he reached for his sword.

"Gaze of Severance First Form!"

But instead of striking forward, he twisted his body and slashed to the right.

Screeeeech—!!

The sword tore through the stone wall like paper, carving a clean escape route.

Before Cendric could process what was happening, Silas grabbed him by the collar.

"What the—!"

And threw him straight through the broken wall.

Cendric hit the ground hard, groaning as he scrambled to his feet and brushed the dust from his pants.

"I was about to turn that way, you know..." he blinked, trying to sound confident as he coughed.

Then He stood up as quickly as he fell.

They dashed forward through the hole Silas had carved and entered a space unlike anything they’d seen in the Red Stronghold so far.

A sacred room.

Candlelight flickered across ancient marble walls, casting long shadows. Portraits lined the corridor — red-haired saints with halos of golden sun-lines behind their heads. Some held weapons. Others... stood atop the corpses of dragons, frozen in eternal triumph.

Cendric didn’t need to ask what those shapes were.

Dragons.

The air felt heavy, reverent. Like the room hadn’t changed in centuries.

Just beyond the broken entrance, the Red Line squad had stopped in their tracks. They hovered near the edge of the ruined wall, weapons lowered but tense.

"We can’t enter that room," one of them said grimly.

Another Red Line member snapped, "But we can’t just let them stay in there! That’s her space!"

A third, older voice cut through. "No. Let them be."

Inside the shrine, Cendric and Silas slowed.

They weren’t breathing heavily anymore not from exhaustion, but awe.

At the center of the altar knelt a praying maiden. Clad in deep crimson robes, she sat motionless, her head bowed in silence.

As the two intruders passed her, she turned to glance at them.

Her gaze was fleeting.

As if they were insects.

Insignificant.

Then, without a word, she looked away again.

And in that instant—

The air cracked.

A massive presence surged into the room, coalescing behind her like a waking nightmare. An entity emerged: a being with three heads, dozens of arms, no legs, and eight vast crimson wings that stretched from wall to wall, pulsing with holy dread.

Cendric stopped cold.

Silas swore under his breath.

"...Is that... the Thrifold Saint?"

Cendric turned toward the hole they’d burst through but froze. Just beyond it, the Red Line squad that had been waiting there... had collapsed. Eyes rolled back, mouths slack, bodies twitching in silent terror.

They weren’t dead.

But they weren’t waking up anytime soon either.

Just the sight of that thing had broken them.

They should’ve collapsed too.

They should’ve been dragged into a coma like the others.

But they didn’t.

Because Terragan and Korigan even though incomplete were still derived from the Eyes of God.

And even a spark of that divinity was enough to hold their minds together.

Barely.

Silas flinched as a thin line of blood trickled down from his eye.

"Crap— Let’s go!" he snapped, his Terragan glowing red and volatile.

They ran.