I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 492: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [31] Conflicting Thoughts

chapter 492: [event] [elven utopian war] [31] conflicting thoughts



"ugh!"

a surge of liquid burned its way up my throat, and i stumbled to the side, out of sight, to retch. my body convulsed as bile and gastric juices spilled out. the sharp, acidic taste stung my mouth. not that i could've kept anything down anyway; the nausea hit me the moment i opened my eyes.

pain radiated through my jaw, and my body felt weak, heavy with discomfort.

it had been days since we landed, but walking wasn't the issue. the real problem was the sea of death that surrounded us.

corpses.

endless, horrific, and nauseating.

vampires, dark elves, blood elves-it didn't matter. their lifeless bodies were strewn across the ground, feeding the crows that circled like harbingers of doom. not metaphorically either; i had seen those wretched birds pecking at the rotting flesh of soldiers who had fallen days ago. the air reeked of decay-pungent, and suffocating.

sometimes, we'd pass by bodies torn apart, limbs scattered like discarded remnants of a grotesque feast. this morning, i'd woken up to the sight of a man's stomach torn open, his guts spilling out in a gory display. the wound, no doubt mortal, had left him to die in agony.

the image was seared into my mind.

and now, here i was, bent over again, purging what little remained in my stomach.

"disgusting..." i muttered bitterly, wiping my lips with the back of my trembling hand. grabbing a bottle of water, i rinsed my mouth, though the foul taste lingered.

once wasn't enough. it never was. the horrors repeated themselves every day, every hour. "how did someone like you end up as the bodyguard to two elven princesses?"

a voice filled with suspicions rang behind me. i froze, my gut twisting-not from the nausea this time, but from recognition. shuria.

of all people, she was the last one i wanted to see me like this.

"i'm a bodyguard, not a damn coroner!" i snapped, throwing a glare her way.

she didn't flinch. instead, shuria stared at me impassively before holding out a towel. "here."

i hesitated for a moment before snatching it from her hand. "thanks," i muttered, wiping my mouth clean. once done, i offered it back to her, but she simply stared at it, her icy gaze sending a shiver down my spine. without a word, she turned and walked away.

annoyed, i tossed the towel aside and followed her.

"what's for breakfast?" i asked, trying to shift the focus.

"meat," she replied curtly.

i grimaced. "no vegetarian options?"

"no."

"what about for people who are vegetarians? you don't care?" i pressed, frowning.

she shot me a sidelong glance. "since when are you vegetarian?"

"always have been."

"really?" she said with a scoff. "funny how that lines up with the exact same time you started throwing up every morning."

i groaned in answer.

but when i saw today's breakfast, i wanted to throw up again.

the sight of the greasy meatballs and spaghettis along the strange blood elf side dishes turned my stomach again. still, i begrudgingly grabbed a plate, knowing i'd have no choice but to eat if i wanted to survive.

shuria didn't say another word, but her pointed look spoke volumes. i could practically hear her judgment as she walked away, leaving me alone with my unwanted breakfast.

marching, it finally came into view.

valachia.

the city loomed in the distance, its silhouette marked by plumes of black smoke and flickering flames. the last time i had been here, had been for my engagement to elizabeth. now, instead of celebration, the city burned in chaos.

i forced myself to ignore the obliterated villages we passed along the way. yet, as we neared the battlefield, there was no denying the magnitude of what awaited us.

to our left and right, i spotted other blood elf commanders rallying their troops as they pressed their own assaults against the walls.

"everyone!" shuria's voice rang out. she raised her sword high. "our objective is the eastern gates! breach them, and we can take valachia without unnecessary bloodshed!"

at her signal, the archers positioned at the rear sprang into action. hundreds of bows rose in unison, each drawing on the mana of their wielders. the sky above us shimmered with the light of countless mana circles, their patterns pulsing as they prepared to unleash devastation.

as the foot soldiers surged forward, they followed shuria's lead. despite my reservations

about her, there was no denying her ferocity. she charged toward the gates as if she alone

could bring them down.

she was truly something. "loki."

edryn's voice pulled me from my thoughts. standing beside me, he didn't move to follow the others. instead, he held out a small ring and a few folded letters, his expression

uncharacteristically serious.

"if i don't make it...can you give these to my wife and kids?"

i glanced at the letter, realizing it was the one he had been diligently writing over the past few

days.

i took them from him almost reflexively, frowning as i did.

"give it to them yourself," i said, my voice tinged with unease.

edryn laughed lightly. "i've got a bad feeling about this one. and let's face it, you've got a

better shot at making it out alive."

before i could respond, he turned and sprinted after shuria.

i stared down at the objects in my hand, the letter and the ring feeling heavier than they

should.

what am i thinking?

i shook my head, forcing the intrusive thoughts aside. i wasn't here to play messenger or

caretaker.

i tightened my grip on the items, putting them away, and began running after them. the

gates of valachia loomed ahead.

i wasn't here to fight the tepes army, they were my allies...

i was here for viessa.

and i was here to kill her.