I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 531: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [70] Alvara Collapses

The Tower of Utopia was always a place of activity, but with the current state of war, it thrummed with an almost feverish energy. Utopian Knights came and went at a brisk pace, their armor clinking in rhythm with hurried steps as streams of information flowed in and out. Reports of battles in Sancta Vedelia, movements across the seas, and developments in Elyen Kiora and the other Utopian countries filled the air like an unending buzz.

But today, that buzz had escalated into an irritating discord of noise. Alvara could feel it—more precisely, she could hear it.

She sat in her armchair, a leather-bound book resting in her hands, her golden eyes scanning its pages. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to focus on the neatly printed words, her thoughts wandered. Restlessness coursed through her, bubbling just beneath her calm face.

The reason was simple: Amael.

It had been six days since she last saw him—six days since she had treated her. In all that time, there hadn’t been a single update, not even a whisper of news about his condition.

Her slender fingers tightened around the edges of the book as she attempted, yet again, to immerse herself in its contents. But the endless clatter of boots outside her room and the occasional loud exchanges grated on her nerves, shattering any semblance of concentration.

Finally, she’d had enough. With a sharp motion, she snapped the book shut and rose from her chair. Her gown swished softly around her legs as she strode toward the door. She flung it open with enough force to make the two guards stationed outside flinch.

”What are they? Dogs?” She asked coldly

The guards exchanged uneasy glances, one of them speaking hesitantly. ”Your Highness?”

Alvara’s lips curved into a smile—a sweet expression that didn’t quite reach her piercing golden eyes. ”Clear the entire floor,” she ordered. ”If I hear even a single irritating voice reaching my room again, I’ll impale this thick book through your rectum.” She held up the hefty tome for emphasis.

The guards paled. Despite her lack of mana and diminished standing, they didn’t doubt for a moment that she was capable of following through.

”Understood, Your Highness!” One of them stammered.

Her gaze shifted past them to the group of knights further down the corridor, who had been talking and laughing until they saw her. Their conversation died instantly, their eyes widening as they met her glare.

”I have hundreds of books in my room,” she added pointedly.

That was all it took. The remaining ones gulped audibly, scrambled to their feet, and began clearing the floor with uncharacteristic speed, darting toward the elevators.

”That’s better,” Alvara muttered, the smile vanishing from her lips. She turned to retreat into her quarters but hesitated, one hand lingering on the doorframe.

”Where is she?” She asked abruptly.

”Pardon, Your Highness? Who do you mean?” One of the guards asked.

”The one who used to come see him under Freya’s order,” Alvara asked, a bit annoyed.

”Oh, Lady Loki. We haven’t heard from her in nearly a week, have we?” one guard said, glancing at his companion, who nodded in agreement.

”You’re right. Since she’s Princess Freya’s guard, I’d assume she returned to lead the army against the Alliance forces at the shores. She is quite good at humiliating the bastards of Sancta Vedelia every day.”

”You bet! And she is hot! Do you think if I pay enough she will accept to accompany me for a night?”

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”A man can dream.”

”...”

Alvara stood silently, listening to their exchange. Her golden eyes betrayed no emotion, but her mind worked.

”Any message from her?” Alvara asked.

The guards exchanged a glance before shaking their heads.

”No, Your Highness. Nothing.”

Alvara’s brows furrowed ever so slightly.

’Is he dead?’

The thought surfaced. It would explain his disappearance, why he had stopped coming. She couldn’t imagine him simply vanishing without saying a word, not after everything. He had promised her—promised he would treat her again within a week.

”Do you want us to perhaps—”

-Thud!

The guard’s words were cut off as Alvara slammed the door shut, the edge catching his nose with enough force to elicit a muffled grunt of pain. Ignoring him entirely, she turned and walked back into her quarters her expression darkening.

”How dare he…” She muttered under her breath quite angrily.