I Am The Game's Villain

Bryelle had even noticed her sister behaving strangely before sheʼd disappeared from the screens entirely, speaking to what seemed like empty air before slipping away. She hadnʼt been seen on any screen since, and Bryelle wondered if she had missed something during her brief nap earlier.

With Alvara nowhere to be found, Bryelleʼs focus returned to Amaelʼs screen, where he was now locked in what appeared to be an intense argument with a werewolf. ʼWhy is he always quarreling with people?ʼ Bryelle thought amused. It seemed to be his nature to butt heads with everyone he encountered—first the stand owner, then Alvara, and now this werewolf.

But then, her amusement turned to awe as she watched their fight unfold on the screen. The screenʼs view shifted, zooming in on their fight and projecting it onto the large display for all to see.

”Amael is strong…” She murmured, impressed by the depth of his skill and the power he wielded. Her admiration only grew when he, unexpectedly, turned and dashed off, leaving the werewolf enraged and searching frantically around for him. ”Princess Bryelle.” A guardʼs voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she looked up in surprise as one of the VIP Box guards approached. Her two personal guards immediately stepped forward, positioning themselves protectively between her and the newcomer.

”Yes, what is it?” Bryelle asked, glancing curiously at the guard.

”Itʼs Princess Alvara… Sheʼs waiting for you outside,” he replied, a note of disbelief coloring his words. He, too, was taken aback; after all, just a few hours ago, Alvara had been deep within the forest, and now she was suddenly here.

”Elder sister?!” Bryelle was quite astonished as she quickly turned her wheelchair, wheeling herself toward the exit to meet Alvara. Her two guards flanked her closely, prepared for anything as the door to the VIP Box swung open.

The hallway was heavily patrolled, with guards stationed at every possible entrance and exit. If Alvara had managed to reach this point, it could only mean she was truly the Princess, as no imposter would make it through the security without attracting attention.

Finally, Bryelle caught sight of her sister. Alvara was standing rigid, her usually composed expression twisted with anguish as she pounded against an invisible barrier of glowing mana circles encasing the VIP area. The guards stationed by the barrier appeared alarmed, exchanging uneasy glances. When Alvara demanded entry, they attempted to comply, but the barrier rebuffed them, shimmering in the air and denying entry to anyone outside. It was clear that this wasnʼt just a typical security measure; it was a last-resort protection spell cast by Harvey Zestella, designed to prevent unauthorized access in any emergency. No one from the outside could enter, and only those within the VIP Box could exit.

”Elder sister!” Bryelle called out, her voice bright with relief. She felt a wave of comfort as she finally saw Alvara.

Alvaraʼs eyes softened with relief as she took in her sisterʼs unharmed figure, but her expression twisted in a heartbeat—shifting from relief to terror as her gaze locked onto something just behind Bryelleʼs guards.

In a split second, the two elven guards whirled around, only to freeze as their vision blurred. Before they could even comprehend the danger, they caught sight of their own bodies, headless, collapsing lifelessly to the ground with dull thuds.

Bryelleʼs blood ran cold. She felt her breath seize as she stared in horror at the fallen bodies of her guards, a pool of crimson beginning to spread across the polished floor. Her eyes traveled upward, and she saw the figure standing before her—a man with a twisted grin. A Hybrid.

”BRYELLE!!” Alvaraʼs scream tore through the hallway. Mana surged around her like a tempest, golden and blinding, erupting with such force that the ground fractured beneath her, creating a massive crater. The shockwave blasted outward, hurling every guard behind her against the walls like ragdolls.

The Hybrid barely flinched, his twisted grin widening as he took in the chaos. ”Ahaha, infiltrating the VIP box was worth it after all. I thought Iʼd deal with you later, Princess, but it seems weʼre on a tighter schedule than I expected.”