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

Peintre.

Even in the original story, he’d been the kind of bastard who’d scamper away like a rabbit.
He was the one who orchestrated the Vanity incident from behind the scenes, only to backstab Deron and vanish the moment the protagonist’s party defeated him.
Worse, he would awaken the boss right after—forcing Phase 2 to begin.

For players who had just poured their souls into clearing Deron, it was nothing short of despair.
Especially for newbies.
[Category: General Forum]
[Title: What the fuck is wrong with this Peintre asshole]

Still on my first playthrough.
Currently stuck on [EP31.Vanity] and this boss phase is pissing me the fuck off.
Especially this asshole Peintre.
Like, what the fuck.
He pops outta nowhere, runs his damn mouth,
and then reawakens the boss I just spent forever beating and fuckin’ bolts.
Thanks to that, Phase 2 Deron wiped my entire party.
Thanks, you fuckin' bastard.
Back to reset I go.
[Wait you're still on your first run?]
→ Damn, rare to see a raw noob these days
→ Tsk tsk, I can smell the inexperience
→ That post got me feeling some kinda way
→ Goddamn… brb, gotta drain the swamp
→ Someone please cremate everyone above me, respectfully

[Truly, the blessings of Headmaster-sama…]
→ Sudden cultic reverence
→ ALL HAIL THE HEADMASTER
→ Only the Headmaster can fix this damn plotline
[Y’all okay?? What’s with this cult Headmaster meme]
→ What’s so great about this slow-ass character anyway
→ EXCUSE YOU! Are you dissing our Headmaster who can’t protect the academy, never helps, barely speaks, has zero story contribution, is only good for vague prophecy scenes, and is literally a sentient toilet?
→ I didn’t say all that…
→ Self-awareness is the true Headmaster trait, lmao
Of course, sure—

The whole “awakened boss” bait-and-switch thing pissed people off.
But what really set everyone off was Peintre’s signature teabagging.
He’d mock you endlessly—just raking your nerves raw with every line of dialogue.

In a way, he was probably the most fitting villain in the entire game.
The kind of guy you loved to hate.
[Category: General Forum]
[Title: STOP IT ALREADY YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!]

How many goddamn times is this freak gonna show up?
The party beats a stage boss
Peintre jumps outta nowhere
Starts fuckin’ teabagging while monologuing

Awakens the boss into Phase 2 hell
Meanwhile the players are barely scrambling to react
And this guy just strolls out clean

I swear this has happened six times already.
After Deron, he awakens every boss we face.
And those bosses get cracked as hell—like, how are some glorified jobbers hitting harder than the academy’s top-tier students??
No wonder everyone says the game’s difficulty is bullshit.
[That happens like 3 more times btw, gl lol]
→ Fuck off
→ You can’t run from the pain
→ Buy premium, you can skip it on NG+
→ BUT I GOTTA FINISH NG1 FIRST
→ Who said you had to do it at gunpoint??
→ This is cruelty, man ;
[Peintre’s parts are a huge slog yeah]
→ But the payoff when you finally kill his ass? 10/10 catharsis
→ Watching the fox impale his heart is peak
→ Legit one of the most satisfying moments in the game
→ Say what you want, but this game’s a masterpiece

[Peintre’s seriously annoying tho]
→ Who tf came up with “Peint-gay”
→ Bruh what
→ No fr, he’s canonically gay
→ ?
→ ??
→ Wtf
→ No actually it’s canon
→ Peintre… gay confirmed…
And yeah. He didn’t just show up once or twice.
After the Vanity episode, he kept popping up like a curse.

Every time the protagonist’s group stormed a cult base, he’d appear from the shadows.
Sometimes to awaken a boss you just cleared.
Sometimes to ambush a supporting character.

He’d trash the place and then just peace out.
‘Yeah. He got under your skin.’
Even I had to reset more than a few times because of him.

Didn’t even have to check the forums—I already knew how the rest of the player base felt.
He appeared so damn often in every arc—
That when the community did its “Most Hated Character” poll, he even beat the Headmaster and came in first place.

That’s how sensationally annoying he was.
"Kh…!"
But even a scumbag with that much notoriety—

Couldn’t outrun the night.
"You seem to be in pain."
My voice came out slow and unbothered.

I was smiling with my hand pierced through Peintre’s heart.
Those once-smug, slippery eyes now quivered in full-blown shock.
The bastard couldn’t even spit a proper retort—only labored breaths escaped his lips.

At my fingertips, I felt the twitch of resistance.
Thump… thump… thump…
And then, nothing.

The final flutters of a pitiful life.
I let the weight of that death, and its justice, settle over me for a moment.
His lips trembled, babbling some nonsense not even worthy of being called a scream.

"Uh… guh… ugh…"
"Hmm?"
I tilted my head.

Despite having a fist through his heart, the bastard still clung to life.
Guess he really was one of the Seven Apostles of the Demon God.
His eyes, drenched in sin, glared up at me.

But that was all he could do.
"How rude."
Crunch—!

I simply clenched my fist.
In that motion, the shadow I’d loaded surged outward.
Barbed, spear-like darkness shredded everything inside him—heart, guts, all of it.

His body became nothing more than a meat bag for the blended mush of his internal organs.
Even the pitiful thread of life still hanging on was crushed without mercy.
"You know, some people really like to forget their place.

Splat—
Peintre’s body collapsed onto the floor with a wet smack.
His twisted, sagging figure looked no different than a popped water balloon.

I let a sharp, chilling smile stretch across my lips.
“Just because I entertained you a little doesn’t mean we were ever on the same level.”
Peintre.

He must have planned to set Deron into a berserk state and escape while we were distracted.
A tactic that worked more than once in the original.
But precisely because of that, I was able to counter it perfectly.

One of the main villains considered core to the original arc.
I’d personally slit his throat over 1,900 times in my past life.
The slaughter I’d just committed was nothing more than adding one more tally to that figure.

No need for some grand narrative or poetic justice.
“Did I look like someone you could play games with?”
I spoke to the lump of meat at my feet.

Of course, there was no reply.
Corpses don’t talk.
“That’s that, then.”

One of the most annoying enemies in the original.
He’d died in the most pathetic way, achieving nothing.
I didn’t even want to dignify this hunt with the word "retribution."

I wiped the blood from my hand without a second thought.
‘Maybe I was a little too emotional… guess I hated him that much.’
Not that it mattered.

Compared to what he did to Vanity, this ending was a mercy.
I exhaled slowly, cooling off the residual heat.
Then my fingers brushed a crystal orb.

A little souvenir I’d pilfered from Peintre’s pocket just earlier.
I whispered toward it, with frost in my voice.
“So? How was the little show?”

Just as expected.
The orb pulsed red with light.
Someone had been watching everything through it.

My voice grew low and deliberate, as if pouring venom into the gaze on the other side.
“Didn’t I tell you? You’ll all pay in full.”
This time it was Vanity.

Next, the business consortium.
And finally, I’d rip their entire root out.
I covered my grin with one hand—crooked, feral, burning.

The darkness still leaked through.
“Every last one of you worthless bastards.”
A heavy silence.

Then a distorted voice echoed from within the crystal, crackling with static.
-{…Truly, unexpected.}
The tone was stiff.

He didn’t state his name, but I could tell who it was.
One of the Seven Apostles of the Demon God.
The second one.
A notorious figure known even in the original.

I returned his greeting with a sunny smile.
“Conductor.”
-{Oh?}

“Surely, you weren’t expecting to catch me with just this little trap?”
-{Of course not. I hoped it might work, but… I see now. Truly fitting for a creation imbued with His power. Even if you’re only ■■■■ for now.}
“Better wash your neck while you still have it. I’ll be visiting soon.”

-{Puhuhu… that confidence, I do quite like it.}
Even after I showed my killing intent, the voice remained calm.
A sign of just how high-ranking this guy was.

He didn't waver. If anything, he seemed amused. Maybe he even knew who I was.
-{By the way.}
The Conductor added, with calculated nonchalance.

As if the thought had only just crossed his mind.
-{Aren’t you worried?}
-{You led the academy’s forces all the way here to Vanity.}
-{You’re not there. Several of the staff aren’t there.}
-{Doesn’t that make the academy basically… undefended?}
-{You really think we wouldn’t take advantage of such an opening?}
A chill dug into the back of my neck.

Not out of fear, but from the angle of the threat.
The Conductor’s voice pierced like a spike—swift and sharp, aiming straight for the throat.
He was smiling. I could tell, even across the crystal screen.

-{Didn’t see that one coming, did you?}
-{You thought the academy was safe behind its alert protocols.}
-{Unfortunately…}
A dangerously lilting tone.
Half-jesting, half-menacing.

Even Emilia’s pupils widened beside me.
She hadn’t predicted a reverse raid on the academy either.
And the Conductor?

He looked positively delighted.
-{His grace must have reached the academy by now.}
A clear [N O V E L I G H T] declaration of an invasion.

Even with that warning, though—
“Is that so?”
I was still smiling.

-{…Hm?}
“In that case~ why don’t we check in on the academy ourselves?”
From my coat, I retrieved another crystal orb.

The screen was already glowing.
I raised the volume so everyone in the room could hear.
From the crystal’s other end came a single voice—deep, composed, and sharp as a blade.

-{Commander.}
-{As you instructed, we’ve engaged the cult’s forces here as well.}
-{Rough estimate: around 3,000 troops. Looks like they came through a subspace rift.}
-{Awaiting your next orders.}
His voice didn’t tremble even as he recited those numbers.
The usual levity was gone—replaced by pure steel.

The Conductor went silent for a moment.
And then, softly—
-{…Impossible.}

Yeah.
Even with just a voice, he’d know exactly who that was.
They’d clashed multiple times on the battlefield.

That man had once severed the Conductor’s lower half in a past engagement.
“Shall we begin?”
I spoke clearly. Deliberately.

Calling the name of my sharpest sword—long kept hidden.
“Sir Kyle.”
The Crimson Sword.

With a breath of quiet joy, I gave my monster its command.
“Slaughter them all.”
-{As you will, Commander.}

And just like that—
A star began to move.