I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 484: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [23] Heroic Beliefs

Chapter 484: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [23] Heroic Beliefs



"Let's talk, dear Loki."

"Could we... perhaps speak in a more suitable place, Your Highness?" I asked as politely as I could manage.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

'Cleenah, let me know if she tries to use her necklace against me.'

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Of course, I wanted reassurance. Ending up as one of Freyja's prized additions to her 'collection' wasn't on my list of priorities today—or ever!

Freyja shook her head in response to my request. "I find this place quite relaxing for a conversation."

Relaxing for her, maybe. For me, it's anything but.

I forced myself to exhale, steadying the unease twisting in my chest.

Opening my eyes, I straightened my posture and asked, "What does Her Highness wish to discuss with me?"

Her lips curved faintly, an almost imperceptible smile. "There are many things on my mind, but let us start with a simple question about yourself."

"I doubt my life holds anything worthy of entertaining Your Highness," I replied awkwardly, forcing a grin. The past I told her was a heap of lies. And that Goddess will certain pick up any incoherence.

"I will decide the one deciding what is entertaining," Freyja replied to me dryly., "You claimed to have traveled extensively after leaving your position among the Raonpherys-or was it after that? Either way, I am curious about your perspective. What is your opinion of the world after visiting so many countries?"

The truth was, I'd only been to Celesta, Edenis Raphiel as a child, same for the City of the Falkronas. Hardly the wealth of experience she imagined. But I couldn't admit that—not here, not to her.

"I think it's a beautiful world," I replied cautiously. "But there are things that must change." Her expression shifted, as she raised a brow. "Oh? Now I'm curious, Loki. What things do you believe need to change?"

I hesitated before speaking. "The influence of terrorist organizations like Ante-Eden," I said evenly, then added, almost as an afterthought, "and... the Iris Project."

Her reaction was subtle, almost imperceptible to an untrained eye. But to me, every flicker of her gaze and faint shift of her posture spoke volumes.

Yet I couldn't understand her thoughts, her true feelings about my answer.

"That's fair enough," Freyja said at last. "From an outsider's perspective, everything appears black. Anger consumes them swiftly, especially when they've lost loved ones."

Outsider's perspective?

What in the hell was she speaking about?

Whether it was Ante-Eden or the Iris Project, their actions had left a trail of blood and devastation. There was no ambiguity in their evil.

"Excuse me, Your Highness," I said carefully, doing my best to keep the coldness out of my tone, "but from anyone's perspective, their actions would be seen as evil."

I couldn't suppress the surge of bitterness that bubbled beneath the surface of my calm. The memories of Celesta burned in my mind. Elona had died indirectly because of them, and Aunt Oryanna... she'd been murdered by Brandon Delavoic, the leader of Ante-Eden.

And the Iris Project? They had crossed every boundary of morality, experimenting on innocent children as if they were nothing more than disposable tools.

"I... don't understand what you are... Your Highness is trying to say," I trailed off.

"Hm. Think of it this way. You see Ante-Eden and the Iris Project as enemies to be destroyed,

believing that their end will bring peace. But what if, in your pursuit of this so-called peace, you become the very thing you aim to eradicate? What if, in your crusade against evil, you ultimately become the villain?"

"I don't think that is possible," I replied immediately. "Eliminating them will bring peace. Most people would be happy to see them gone."

As soon as the words left my mouth, the sound of fabric shifting reached my ears. Freyja pulled the curtain aside.

My gaze immediately darted to the floor. Thankfully, she had wrapped a towel around her body. Yet, even in her modesty, she radiated an aura of divinity so potent it was almost

suffocating.

She stepped out of the bath, her feet meeting the ground with a soft splash. A small wave of water imbued with her mana rippled outward, reaching my boots.

"'Most,' you say," Freyja repeated as she began walking toward me. Droplets of water trailed down her skin, glistening under the light.

I fell silent. I had said 'most' because I couldn't imagine anyone but the twisted or deranged defending organizations like Ante-Eden.

Each step she took brought her closer, and with every inch, her presence seemed to grow heavier. Her golden eyes locked onto mine, and I felt as if she was gazing straight into my

soul.

This wasn't even her true body, and yet the sheer weight of her divinity made me feel really

powerless.

She stopped just a breath away from me. My muscles tensed as she reached toward me. I wanted to move, to stop her from whatever she intended, but my body refused to obey. Golden bubbles floated around us, their radiant glow intensifying as golden particles of mana gathered and swirled around Freyja's outstretched arm.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for something I couldn't name. Instead, I felt a soft, warm touch against my cheek. Shivers ran down my spine at her touch.

"I see that you are still confused," Freyja muttered. She tilted her head, strands of her wet, golden hair falling softly over her shoulder. Her smile-sweet yet undeniably mischievous-

made my breath catch.

'Cleenah, is she using any spell or her necklace?'

I asked in panic.

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The curt denial from Cleenah only deepened my sense of powerlessness.

"Join me in front of the gates," Freyja leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear, sending another shiver down my spine as she whispered. "When you are ready."

Before I could respond, her form dissolved into golden particles. The bubbles surrounding us

burst one by one, and her mana enveloped my body in a radiant warmth that lingered long after she was gone.