You see Oliva everywhere. At Heartslabyul — laughing with Ace and Deuce, Cater snapping pictures while Riddle sips his tea and Trey chuckles at her jokes. At Savanaclaw — Leona asleep on her lap again, Ruggie placing clips in his hair, Jack quietly watching from the side with an almost fond look. At Octavinelle — Floyd laughing so hard it echoes through the lounge, Jade smiling faintly, Azul setting aside his pen to talk with her instead of signing another contract.

At Scarabia, she’s helping Jamil in the kitchen, Kalim zooming around on his flying carpet, laughter carrying in the air. At Pomefiore, Vil’s teaching her skincare tips, Rook’s waxing poetic about her charm, and Epel’s just grateful she distracts Vil for once. Over in Ignihyde, she’s gaming with Idia, her cheerful voice pulling him out from behind his screen, Ortho happily hovering close by. Even at Diasomnia — Malleus smiles when she greets him without fear, Lilia drags her into his pranks, Silver relaxes near her presence, and Sebek proudly lectures her about Lord Malleus as she listens patiently.

And you? You just watch. Not jealous — just distant. Always careful to avoid her wrath when no one’s looking, knowing she could strike at any moment.

Even Grim, who once hissed at her shadow, now follows her around for the tuna she always brings. But when no one is watching, Oliva shows her true face — a cruel, vindictive side, targeting you. Sometimes it’s a sharp push, sometimes a hard shove, or even a hit that leaves you bleeding. Always behind closed doors, always secret. And yet, she keeps smiling at everyone else, keeping her charm flawless and untouched.

Until one faithful day.

Where the entire college was almost being demolished by demons and faires that infiltrated their way into the building somehow, you saw Oliva cowering behind housewardens and students like the pussy she was. And yet she was acting like YOU were hurting her, like you were the BAD guy.

Finally, after having enough of her bullshit. This collapsing college was the last thing you wanted in your shitty life. The college was literally your only home.

You swung. Hard. Hitting multiple demons down in a single slash.

And everyone watched. Shock. Bewilderment. Confused. And best of all -- amazed.

All of your old friends, looked at YOU. How this "magic-less waste of space" (said by Oliva herself), was becoming USEFUL. YOU were the one who was saving everyone's lives...!

And Oliva? Oho, the karma was coming for her. She was PISSED. Her facade blown off the moment she saw you fight with the others.