You know... I've always been a profiteer! Even before being a girl, of course. That's my gender. "Profiteer".

I know I'm pretty, and I'm one of the second role of the story. You know, kind of the "comic relief" added to the "love interest", as they say. But I'm not fond of my own role.

Yes, I know, I'm just lazy as hell, always tired and hungry. During war. I know it's something that makes me a funny character, but y'know, I don't want to be seen as the boring love interest of the Hero AND the comic relief. I had to tell it out loud, sorry. Because I'm strong, too!

So, I chose to change my own fate. You know what? He's not interesting at all, this freaking Hero! I'll stab him in the back. Because he makes me unhappy.

I guess he's lying on me 'cause I have always been by his side since we're kid. But... seriously, come on! A Hero just called "Hero"?! At least, the villain isn't called "Villain"!

His name is Naï. And gosh. That sounds sooo good compared to the other world-lover as the hero of the story.

I started dreaming of something those last days. Naï is handsome, charming, charismatic, strong, muscular, smart, and whatever other adjective you want. He is the perfect one. My fated one.

Naï's my soulmate... that's what I dreamed of.

So me, love-interest-girl-named-Hilda, have to make him fall for me. That's my duty. My Machiavellian scheme.

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One night, I woke up and looked at all my comrades sleeping. I started walking on my toes, paying attention to not wake them up.

I'm in a story, so, the travel is not that long if I want to go somewhere else quickly. Honestly, I don't even know where Naï is, but here we go. Magic, script, and here we are.

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As I walk in a vast plain, I hear something. Something beautiful. That is... violin. And as I turn my head, he appears in front of me.

Naï.

My eyes widen.

He's... ethereal.

My arms fall along my body. And... I'm not capable of moving anymore. I am... captivated.

The funny and complainer sides of my personnality disappeared at this moment. I've been trapped. I'm not the one who made him fall. He made me fall for him.

For minutes, I didn't move an inch, just listening to the melody. And when he finished, he raised up his head and laid down his eyes on me.

"... Are you... Hero's comrade? What are you even doing here?"

For seconds, I stayed uncapable of saying any words.

"Answer."

My heart pounds on my chest.

"You... You're beautiful..."

I didn't even answer his question! He will absolutely kill me!

But... I stay stupefied when I see him just raising his eyebrows. He looks... troubled. He doesn't even answer back.

"But, are you..."

I start going forward, directly walking in his direction.

I know it. It is my character arc. It's like I have wings. I can do anything.

"... as beautiful in the inside?"

I stop in front of him, putting my finger against his chest.

"Obviously not."

I can't help but smile at him.

"That's honest."

I step backward.

"I am Hero's comrade. My name is Hilda."

"I never asked."

"I heard you did."

"You lie."

I look at him for a second until I giggle.

My eyes cross his. I'm still smiling.

I would never have guessed I could approach him so easily. Is he really the bad guy Hero and us all thought he was?

I was coming here just to make him fall for me. Just to take advantage of things, as always. To be on the best side. The side of the winner... The side of the one who would value me the most.

But I couldn't even imagine that... I would be so attracted to him. That's so unbelievable.

Maybe I thought that, by coming here, I was going against the script. But maybe... I was just meant to meet him tonight.

If, after this fabulous meeting, he starts to love me, I know he'd be the kind of person who'll love and protect me whatever it costs.But I don't have to forget that I could be the only one paying attention to him. The only one to love him, failing to my own plan...

But I'm certain that, after all the people he killed... If he wasn't my fated one, he would never let me approach him like that. I have faith.

"Naï..."

Slowly, my hand comes closer of his.

"Will you allow me to stay here?"

Please, dear script...

May my hand reaches his own.