I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 500: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [39] Amaelʼs Promise ”That is the law of the strongest.”

The response came not from me, but from another voice.

We all turned, searching for the speaker, and saw a woman descending gracefully.

It took me only a moment to recognize her, though her expression seemed a bit off. ”Elizabeth...” ”Utopia has spent years hesitating to launch a proper attack on Sancta Vedelia,” Elizabeth said. ”They knew—even with their vast armies-that victory would be impossible. This time, you dared to try because you thought you were prepared. And now, youʼre going to lose. Again. Blame your own weakness for it.” A smile curled her lips.

Shuriaʼs glare burned back at her. ”We fight for our future!”

Elizabeth tilted her head slightly. ”Oh? Is that how you justify enslaving others? Collaring them like animals?” ”Donʼt lump us in with the rest of them!” Shuriaʼs voice tremble. ”If only you had given us the Seed when we asked-none of this would have happened! Youʼre nothing but selfish, arrogant scum! Your leaders are the ones responsible for this war!” ”Is that so?” Elizabethʼs smirk widened. Slowly, she raised her rapier. ”Wait, Elizabeth!” I called out, extending my arm to stop her.

She paused, raising a delicate brow at me. ”Why? Their King is dead. Let them die and join him in the afterlife.” ”What...” Shuria whispered, her voice breaking with disbelief. Her composure faltered, and the others around her flinched, their expressions shifting to shock.

Elizabeth seemed amused by their reactions. With a motion of her hand, she withdrew a crimson blade from thin air and tossed it to the ground.

The metallic clang echoed ominously in the silence. ”No... no, it canʼt be...” Shuriaʼs knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground.

Edryn and the others behind her stared, their faces painted with despair. ”As I said,” Elizabeth murmured, narrowing her eyes. ”He is dead. Shall I help you join your beloved King?” ”Elizabeth.” I scowled at her.

She sighed, unfazed by my disapproval. ”Donʼt give me that look, Amael. This is war. We kill every last one of them, or there will never be never ending to this war.”

What happened to her?

The Elizabeth I once knew... was this truly the same person? -SPURT!

Before I could speak a fleshy sound resounded.

I spun around, and widened my eyes in shock. ”Lady Shuria!”

The collective gasp of the Blood Elves echoed around us.

Shuria had plunged Elashorʼs sword into her own chest. Blood spilled from her wound, soaking her hands as she began to cough violently, her body trembling. ”No! What are you doing?!” I rushed forward, catching her as she collapsed. ”Are you stupid?! Why would you-?!”

Shuriaʼs eyes fluttered. ”A... world... without my King... I—I canʼt...” Her words faded, her strength draining like the light from her eyes.

Frantically, I reached for a vial of healing elixir, hoping to stave off her death. But her trembling hand shot up, gripping my wrist with surprising strength. ”Let me... die... in peace...at least.” She whispered with a glare.

I glared back at her. ”What about all your speeches about protecting your people? What about Edryn and the others? Are you just going to abandon them to die?!”

Shuriaʼs lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile before coughing more blood. ”N-Now... I can see you, Loki,” Shuria whispered, her voice trembling. Blood seeped from her lips, staining my clothes in vivid crimson. ”Perhaps... you werenʼt acting after all.”

Her frail body convulsed as another fit of coughing overtook her. ”H-Hey...” My voice cracked as I watched her condition worsen. My expression hardened as I pulled out the sword from her body.

At this point, she wouldnʼt make it even with vials. ”If my death... has any meaning to you...” Shuria gasped, her trembling hand reaching out to grasp my arm. ”If you are... the Loki we knew... the one we trusted in... then...” She bit her bloodied lip, her tears flowing freely. ”You will do... the necessary for Utopia...”

Her voice broke, and her arm fell lifelessly against her side. -Thud.

A heavy silence descended upon the scene. One by one, the Blood Elves dropped to their knees. Some wept openly. Others remained still, their faces etched with despair.

I stared at Shuriaʼs lifeless face for a long moment. My lips trembled, but I bit down hard, forcing my emotions into submission. ”I hope youʼll find peace... with your King,” I whispered, closing her eyes with gentle fingers. I carefully laid her body on the blood-soaked ground.