I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 210 [Final Event] [Closing Ceremony] [10] The Man Named Brandon

[How long are you going to stay like this?]

”Ah, yeah…”

I was still trying to wrap my head around Mirandaʼs unexpected kiss.

”...”

I looked at the bridal bouquet in my hands, the sweet scent of red roses filling the air. I smiled and decided to stow it away in my space ring.

A bridal dress and a bridal bouquet...

She really knows how to throw people off.

”Hm?”

My phone suddenly rang, and I saw a message from Eric.

[Sylvia has disappeared!]

What...?

I was taken aback by that message.

I hurriedly left the building, searching for Aurora. She was talking to someone, a guard with a pale face.

”Princess! The King ordered us to ensure your safety and the Princeʼs!”

”Whereʼs Sylvia!” Aurora demanded.

”All the guards are looking for her, Princess! No need to worry-”

”Take me to my father!”

”Iʼm going too.” I intervened.

”E-Edward…” Aurora muttered.

”Let me come with you. I need to talk to Uncle,” I told Aurora seriously.

”Alright.” Aurora nodded, and we followed the guard.

Before we left, I sent a message to Simon to take care of Elona.

Then to Eric...

[Keep an eye on Milleia.]

Just to be safe.

….

….

Thanks to a carriage and a contingent of guards, we were safely escorted to the Celesta Palace, straight to the throne room.

King Charles, Davis Seaven, and Peter Greenvern were embroiled in a heated discussion, while Queen Edith listened with worry etched on her face.

”She was in the Palace this morning! How is that possible!” King Charles shouted in anger.

”Your Majesty, it only means that we have been infiltrated, and they kidnapped the Second Princess from within,” Davis replied.

”Peter! You were in charge of the castle!” Edith yelled, tears welling up in her eyes.

”Iʼm sorry, My Queen… I donʼt understand how it happened either…” Peter muttered, looking confused.

”Y-Your Majesty!” The guard raised his voice, and they all turned to us.

”Aurora!” Queen Edith rushed toward Aurora and hugged her. ”W-Where is your brother?”

”We are looking for the Prince, my Queen!” The guard informed.

”...”

As I suspected, heʼs not here...

I gritted my teeth. ”Where is Uncle Walter?”

”Walter?” Charles looked around. ”He is probably looking for Sylvia with the guards.”

”He might be in danger too, Uncle. It would be safer to take him into custody.” I threw in a lie.

They would never believe me if I told them that Walter took part in Sylviaʼs disappearance, but at least I could restrain his movements.

Damn it.

I thought his targets were only Aurora and Alfred, but I didnʼt expect him to target Sylvia out of everyone. Sylvia should have been safe until the next year when the Third Game starts.

-Ring!

[Carla has been abducted by Ante-Eden right in front of Jayden. Iʼm following him with Milleia. You should come now! The Garden is open!]

”...”

-RIIIING!

Before I could even process the information, my phone rang.

It was Simon.

”Did you find Elona?” I asked, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.

Please…

[”Edward! I-I donʼt know where she is! Nobody saw her today! I called father... I called him and they dispatched the Falkrona Army. D-Do you know what happened-]

I hung up the call and clenched my phone.

I can understand why they took Carla, probably to drag Jayden into their game, but why the hell Sylvia and Elona?

Brandon Delavoic and Conrad Leroy.

I will kill those fuckers.

[Old man, I need your help. Brandon Delavoic entered the Garden.]

I put back my phone and stayed still for a moment. I ignored all the discussions around me.

[]

”Yeah.”

***

In the outskirts of the Dorian Capital, the remnants of several abandoned houses bore witness to the devastation caused by the Second Great Holy War. These once vibrant homes now lay in ruins, left desolate and forgotten since the warʼs end. Amidst the decay, beneath one of the houses, a hidden cellar concealed a secret room. The entrance was cleverly masked behind a wooden wall, leading to a silent and dark chamber.

Within the room, a rectangular table dominated the center, and two individuals occupied its seats.

”Conrad.”

”My Lord-”

”Enough with such formalities, Conrad,” Brandon interrupted, his voice firm.

Conrad met Brandonʼs gaze and offered a warm smile. ”Right, Brandon.”

”Simon is still contemplating, isnʼt he?” Brandon inquired.

”Yes. He seems hesitant,” Conrad replied.

”Then, eliminate Lyra Kertalir,” Brandon ordered without a hint of hesitation.

”I have already dispatched people to take care of that, Brandon.”

A satisfied smile played on Brandonʼs lips. ”You know me quite well by now.”