Villain of my own novel

The area was entirely white and blanketed in snow, with glass-like spikes protruding from the ground.

I made my way towards 'THE ICY PEAKS,' as I had termed it. I'm not sure why, but as I was looking at my surroundings, that name kept recurring in my mind and I decided to steal them.

"Huff....Huff"

I arrived at the cave's entrance while gasping for air; I had run for approximately an hour at full pace and couldn't help but pant for air.

"HIC"

From the cave, there was the sound of lamentation.

I grimaced at the sound and exhaled in relief when I learned who and why there was crying.

'She didn't notice me here?' In disbelief, I tilted my head, and a question mark appeared on my face.

"Ah....right," I muttered to myself as I placed my fist on my palm, masking my presence as it had become a habit as beasts would notice and attack me on my journey here.

Hmmmm... I don't know about other people, but those little Chibi like character drawings of myself run in my thoughts and act according to the situation, including that question mark on face and action of realization like putting my fist on my palm.

You might say it's a small room of joy that keeps my thoughts away from all the things I don't want to remember and generates a humorous tale in any strange situation, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME it creates a funny story in ANY situation.

I made my presence known and said,

"If you marry me, I promise to write you a new novel every day."

"Heeikkkk"

The young woman, 'Frostine,' who had white hair and blue eyes, was reading a book while lying on her bed with a hair bun. When I entered the room, she was startled when she noticed me, which I found so cute that I wanted to annoy...kuhum, tease her.

"Wh-what do you mean 'Heeikkkk' can't you just marry me?"

"arg..... make your presence known when you enter"

She grumbled while sitting on her bed with a pout and a flushed face.

"Alright. Sorry, were you reading that novel again?"

"Yea.... do you remember the scene where the villain died?" she asked in a depressing voice.

'Damnit,' I can't help but curse.

That was my novel; there were two parts to it. I get angry every time I think about how everything changed; you could say that in order to finish the second part of the novel, I had to put my life on the line; I wrote the second part whenever I had free time aside from fighting.

I really liked my novel; the first part was a triumph, but then all this nonsense happened, making it appear as if the world was ending, forcing me to put my novel on hold.

Nonetheless, I persevered and completed the second section of my novel, filling in all the gaps from the first section, which had previously been published. Which, although I finished it for my own satisfaction, turned out flawlessly in the end.

Although I was disappointed that no one could read this part, I gave both the first and second parts of my book to Frostine.

Frostine had a stronger affection for the antagonist than for the protagonist, and as a result, she wept whenever he died. I was delighted by all of Frostine's reactions about my book.

She turned her head toward me, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.

"Do you remember him saying, "I would have lived better if I knew things would turn out like this," as he passed away?"

"Yeah" I said, my voice sounded melancholy, I glanced at her, she seemed like she was about to cry again, I walked towards her, sat by her, and caressed her head.

"But he didn't even do anything wrong."

"Alright alright. Calm down now"

He was intended to die there, so even though I didn't enjoy it, I felt sorry and grieved while I wrote about it. His death changed how the other main characters thought about everything.

"Ah right"

I was engrossed in the present and forgot why I came here running,

"Frostine, can you check surroundings once?"

"Why?"

"Oh, nothing, we're just about to spar, and if any monsters bother us, that'll be a headache, so…."

She furrowed her brows as she looked at me; she knew me as well as I knew her, and I knew that as long as she was in here, no monster would intrude;

She sighed, shook her head and closed her eyes as she released her magic power to check the surroundings; thankfully, she didn't ask me any questions.

She concentrated but couldn't find anything; however, after looking around a bit more, she discovered a group of eight people carrying magic scrolls moving slowly in the direction of her lair.

While still inside the cave, Frostine became a dragon when she noticed the group of people.

"Wh-what's going on?"

She remained silent and changed into a white, majestic, and graceful frost dragon, standing tall and proud as the cave disintegrated.

"GRAAAAOOOOOO"

***

"Well done. Please try to kill it. I'll deploy additional reinforcements."

Group of people dressed in a fully padded, Dark Armour. Upon hearing the association chairman's order, the group moved cautiously toward the frost dragon lair.

They reasoned that the chairman was acting in this manner because killing the dragon before disclosing its existence is preferable because the dragon posed a threat to humans as long as it was alive.

Everyone in the association believed that the chairman would give his life in order to save others, so they would comply with his requests without question.

"Alright. You heard it right, guys: we need to slay the dragon before it poses a danger to people."

"""YES, SIR"""

Everyone present their agreed to the words.

"Everyone prepare the 'meteor summon' scrolls; we'll be killing a dragon so we don't have to worry about the people's safety."

The group moved cautiously in the direction of the lair with the intention of ripping off their scrolls once they were a little closer to it, as they moved closer to the lair, the ground shook and they saw a majestic white dragon emerge from the ground. They couldn't help but stare in awe at the dragon.