I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 538: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [77] Elyen Kiora Attacked

The fastest way back to Elyen Kiora was by mana car, so that’s what we took. Speed was the priority.

At this point, I wasn’t worried about the Tower discovering Alvara’s disappearance. My only concern had been them using Bryelle to force Alvara’s return, but now that Bryelle was safe, their leverage was gone. Let them find out—there was nothing they could do about it anymore.

The ride was silent, almost unbearably so. Alvara sat as far away from me as physically possible, practically pressed against the door like she was ready to fling herself out if I so much as leaned in her direction.

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel insulted.

After everything, she was still acting like this? As if I hadn’t already touched her enough times?

Shaking my head, I decided to push that thought aside and turned my focus elsewhere.

’By the way, Cleenah, where the hell have you been all this time?’

She had vanished again, and I hadn’t had the chance to ask until now.

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I grimaced.

’You think I’ll believe that? This isn’t the first time you’ve disappeared like this. It started last year, and now it’s only happening more often.’

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Yeah, right. ’Later’ might as well mean never.

I wished she’d stop hiding things from me, but maybe she had her reasons. I just hoped that one day, she’d tell me everything.

As I thought about that, the exhaustion of the past few days finally caught up to me, and my eyelids grew heavy. My body sank into the seat as my vision faded into darkness.

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BOOM!

A violent explosion shattered my moment of rest.

My head slammed into the car’s roof as I jolted awake, a sharp groan escaping me as I rubbed the sore spot. My vision swam for a second before I snapped my attention forward.

Through the window, I saw that we had arrived at Elyen Kiora.

But something was wrong.

Very wrong.

"Miladies! You should get out—now!" The driver’s voice rang out loudly, his face pale as he stared ahead.

I followed his gaze, and what I saw made my stomach drop.

The streets were a battlefield.

Ruvelion Knights clashed violently against armored figures, and I froze when I recognized them.

Teraquin Knights.

Alvara’s eyes widened just as much as mine, both of us stunned as we watched the chaos unfold.

Toran’s men.

What the hell were they doing here?

More importantly—why in the world were they fighting against the Ruvelion Knights?

Weren’t they supposed to be allies?

Wait!

I leaned forward, gripping the seat in front of me as I looked ahead toward the palace.

It wasn’t just the streets—this battle stretched all the way to the palace gates.

Anxiousness quickly gripped me.

"Hey! Get me to the palace!" I barked, in panic.

My mother was still in there.

But more importantly—Freyja was there.

If anything happened to her... if she escaped before I could reach her, I would lose my only chance to save my mother. Worse, if the Ruvelions evacuated, my mother might be taken to safety—unless those Teraquin bastards got to her first.

Spinning on my heel, I rushed out of the room and back toward the courtyard.

The palace was in complete disarray.

"Milady!"

"It’s Lady Loki!"

The moment I stepped inside, the Ruvelion Knights spotted me. Their morale visibly surged, their shouts of encouragement echoing through the halls as they clashed against the Teraquin soldiers.

"Where’s the Princess?!" I asked.

One of the knights barely deflected an incoming strike as he shouted back, "Up in her quarters, Milady!"

I nodded and sprinted up the staircase two steps at a time.

I barely made it halfway when angry voices rang out.

"Hey! It’s that damn woman! Kill her!"

"How dare you mock us?!"

The Teraquin Knights—clearly still pissed at how I had humiliated them before—immediately turned their blades toward me.

Idiots.

Without hesitation, I sidestepped their attacks. My blade flashed, slicing through their armors

One.

Two.

Three.

Their bodies crumpled to the floor before they even realized what had happened.

I didn’t stop to watch them fall as I rushed up the stairs.

The moment I reached the hallway leading to Freyja’s quarters, I knew I was too late—almost.

The last of the Ruvelion Knights fell, their bodies hitting the cold marble floor as the Teraquin soldiers finished them off. Blood smeared the walls, the scent of iron blood reeked the air.

My eyes immediately locked onto Toran.

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He had just stepped into Freyja’s room.

I shot forward without hesitation.

The remaining Teraquin Knights, who were about to follow Toran inside, noticed me immediately. Their expressions twisted into pure hatred as they turned their weapons toward me.

"Kill—"

-BAM!

The first knight didn’t even finish his sentence before my fist smashed into his face. The sickening crunch of his nose breaking filled the air as his body was sent flying backward. He slammed into two of his comrades, sending all three crashing to the end of the hallway in a heap of tangled limbs.

Only one remained.

He gripped his sword, but his hands trembled violently. Fear flashed across his face, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he did the only logical thing.

He dropped his weapon.

Then, without so much as a backward glance, he bolted straight for the nearest window and jumped.

I didn’t care if he lived or not.

I had more important things to deal with.

Without slowing, I surged forward, my eyes fixed on the doorway ahead.

"It’s over, Princess."

Toran’s voice rang out just as I reached the entrance.

I skidded to a stop.

Inside the room, Toran stood, his back to me.

Seated behind her desk was Freyja.