I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 519: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [58] Night Talk

Chapter 519: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [58] Night Talk



"Where have you been all this time?" Celeste asked, settling down beside Alicia. "Recovering," I replied, offering her the same excuse I had given Alicia earlier.

"For two months?" Celeste's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Where exactly?"

"Somewhere safe," I said with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You're lying again..." Celeste grumbled.

What was I supposed to tell her?

That I infiltrated enemy lines, killed Valachia Knights, and led Ruvelion's army at Elyen Kiora to massacre hundreds-no, thousands-of Sancta Vedelia's forces?

Sure, I could be honest...

But why wasn't I?

Was it guilt?

Or was I afraid of how Celeste would react if she knew the truth? Maybe, deep down, I didn't want her to hate me.

I just couldn't bring myself to be upfront about what I had done.

Ever since my memories merged, I had been trying so hard to steer away from becoming anything like Edward-the Edward from the game. But some situations left me no choice. And whenever I ended up doing something that mirrored his actions, I was left with this gnawing

unease.

It was a feeling I couldn't shake, something I couldn't talk about with anyone-not even Celeste.

She must have noticed the turmoil on my face because, after a moment of silence, she sighed and let it go, though her expression made it clear she wasn't happy. Instead, she shifted her attention to Levina, who stood a little ways off with her arms crossed.

"And who's she?" Celeste asked.

I turned to Levina and smiled. "The girl who saved my life."

"She's this young?" Celeste muttered, frowning as her gaze swept over Levina's petite frame.

"Well, yeah," I replied with an affectionate grin I couldn't quite suppress, "but don't let her age fool you. She's incredibly capable."

"She's barely over ten..." Celeste gave me a pointed glare, the kind that made me flinch.

"Oi," I protested, grimacing at her insinuation.

This was Annabelle's fault. Ever since she started spreading that ridiculous claim about me having eight wives and counting herself among them, Celeste had been suspicious of every woman I interacted with. Now, even younger girls weren't safe from her scrutiny.

Celeste's attention shifted abruptly to Alicia, who had been unusually quiet, staring at Levina with a peculiar expression.

"What is it, Alicia?" Celeste asked, her tone softening slightly.

Alicia's brows knitted slightly before she looked away. "Nothing."

"She's probably missing her mommy or maybe even her daddy," I said lightly.

Alicia's response was a cold stare. Without a word, she stood up and left.

Celeste turned to me, her expression exasperated. "Why are you always upsetting her?"

"I'm trying to make her smile for once," I replied with a sigh. "But, wow, it's like scaling a mountain."

Celeste's glare intensified. "If you keep trying weird things like that to her, you're just going to end up adding her to your never-ending harem."

"Who do you think I am? I'm being genuine here..."

"Hmph," Celeste huffed, crossing her arms with a pout. "I just thought maybe you were interested in... younger girls."

"I am NOT a lolicon!" I shot back, my voice louder than I intended.

Annabelle!

This was all her fault. Thanks to her ridiculous rumors, Celeste had started branding me with

the most insane labels. And to hear her calling me a lolicon was really hurting.

Celeste just shrugged then hesitantly she asked. "T-Then how many?"

"Hm? How many what?" I raised an eyebrow..

She scratched her cheek awkwardly. "How many women... in your h-harem?"

""

Her question caught me off guard.

Why was this suddenly so embarrassing?

'Harem' felt like such a tacky word, as though I had a collection of trophies rather than people

I cared about. Wouldn't 'lovers' or even 'wives' be a better way to describe them?

But how many, really...

There was Ephera-obviously, once I found her.

Mary-no, Persephone. I was determined to see her again, even if it meant going into the Underworld.

Then Layla, for sure.

Miranda and Cleenah came to mind next, but my feelings about them were... complicated. Miranda... her love for me was probably influenced by her past feelings for Amael. The Amael she'd grown up with, not Amael with Nyrel's memories. Could I even call that genuine?

And Cleenah...

I remembered what Athena had told me. I wouldn't know for sure until I became strong enough to face her properly.

Annabelle? She was a different story. I'd told her to come back in three years, hoping she'd find someone else someone better suited for her.

Then there was Samara.

I was definitely drawn to her despite lying to myself.

Unlike Annabelle, I couldn't see her just as a little sister. There was something else which was definitely growing dangerously into love but I was holding them back.

Then there was Nevia.

I couldn't be sure if what I felt for her was outright love, but there was definitely something there an undeniable attraction. After the deaths of Kleines and Elona, she had been my moral anchor, supporting me during my training sessions.

But Nevia... she might not even be alive anymore.

Figures.

Evan was likely facing his own set of hardships back at Zestel. The war demanded constant supervision, and I couldn't imagine him entrusting the capital to anyone but his

grandmother.

But even that was complicated-she hadn't fully recovered yet. Leaving the capital to the nobles was a gamble, and not one I'd take lightly. Honestly, I was terrified of leaving Christina alone with those scheming vultures. The only

reason I wasn't completely losing my mind over it was because I'd left Samara with her.

Myrcella, too, had promised to stay by her side.

"Well, everything should be fine now. You should get some rest," I said as I looked at Celeste.

But she shook her head. "No, I'm not really sleepy."

"Want me to keep you company until you fall asleep?" I asked with a smile.

"You...!" Celeste's cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of red. She clenched her fists, her eyes

glaring at me before she spun on her heel and walked away.

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'At what?'

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I rolled my eyes at Cleenah's teasing. "Calm down," I muttered under my breath. "I just

needed to speak with Anna alone-"

"Edward!"

Before I could finish, someone launched themselves at me, wrapping their arms around me in

a warm, almost desperate embrace.

Caught slightly off guard, I steadied Anna in my arms, offering a small, reassuring smile. But

when I glanced down, I found her glaring up at me.

"H-How could you cut our connection?!" She cried, her voice trembling with worry. "We were so worried-especially with Samara!" Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she clung to me tighter.

"Ah..." I scratched the back of my neck apolegtically. "Honestly, I don't even remember

cutting it. I must've done it unconsciously."

Her tears kept falling, so I did the only thing I could. I stroked her hair gently, letting her cry

into my chest.

"Did you take care of Celeste?" I asked softly, as I tried to divert her focus. I had left

Annabelle to watch over her while I handled more pressing matters.

"Um," Annabelle mumbled against my shirt, nodding. "But she's stronger than I thought. I

didn't really need to step in."

"So she doesn't know I asked you to keep an eye on her?".

Annabelle shook her head, and relief washed over me. Thank God. If Celeste found out, she'd

probably brand me as a stalker or worse.

"W-What happened to you, Edward? Does it hurt?" Annabelle's tone shifted, her fingers

ghosting over the fresh scar on my neck. Her eyes glistened with worry, and her lips trembled as if she were holding back another wave of tears.

"It's fine, Anna," I assured her, flashing a small, reassuring smile. "You, of all people, should

know I'm not that easy to kill."

She sniffled, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. "I know, but I can't help it..." Her

voice wavered as she glanced down, awkwardly avoiding my gaze. "You're always putting yourself in danger. I promised Big Sister Mary that I'd watch over you."

My chest tightened at her words, and I hugged her again, holding her close. "I'm sorry, Anna.

I'll be fine, I promise. How's Samara?"

Anna nodded against me. "Samara's fine too. She's with Big Sister Christina, and they're all safe."

"That's good." I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

Annabelle pulled back slightly, her expression serious now. "Promise me, Edward," she said,

her eyes locking onto mine.

"Hm?"

"You won't just disappear on us without telling us what's going on," she asked, her voice breaking slightly as her teary gaze bored into me.

"I promise," I said without hesitation, ruffling her hair gently.

The banshees were growing up so quickly, both physically and emotionally. Annabelle and

Samara had matured a lot more than I'd expected. After this war, I'd have to find a way to get

inside the Holy Tree. Cleenah could handle the process of crafting their bodies. It was the least I could do for them.

After that, Anna decided to curl up on my lap. I didn't mind-how could I? As her breathing

slowed and her tears dried, I gently stroked her hair, running my fingers through the soft strands of her blond hair until she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

For a while, the room was quiet except for the faint rhythm of her breathing. But then, I felt it

-a gaze, lingering and intense.

Looking up, I found Levina standing nearby, her piercing eyes fixed on us. Her expression was

as unreadable as ever, but there was a faint curiosity-or maybe longing-in the way she

watched.

"What about you? Want me to help you fall asleep too?" I asked with a laugh. Levina's eyes narrowed slightly at my playful tone. Without a word, she turned and left.

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