I Am The Game's Villain

Alvara reacted instantly, startled. In a flash, she threw the umbrella onto the floor and flopped backward onto the bed, feigning indifference.

Oi.

If she knew I had seen that moment, she’d probably kill me out of sheer embarrassment.

Letting the moment pass, I finally stepped forward.

”I found Bryelle,” I said.

Alvara’s eyes widened as she immediately sat up. ”Where is she?”

”She’s safe. We’re leaving right now,” I told her. ”Get ready.”

Alvara hesitated for a brief second before narrowing her eyes. ”Where?”

She wasn’t wrong to be skeptical. The Utopian Tower was crawling with guards. Surveillance was everywhere—except in Alvara’s quarters—but that wouldn’t make our escape any less difficult. Everyone knew who she was. Slipping past them unnoticed was going to be a challenge.

”Elyen Kiora,” I answered. ”Your sister is there as well. Once we get there, I’ll save my mother first. Then, we’ll join Bryelle, and you’ll escape on a boat I’ve already prepared.”

For a moment, her expression softened.

Just slightly.

The relief was there—it flickered across her face, too quick for most to catch—but I saw it.

She quickly masked it, though, trying to appear as composed and unshaken as ever.

But at this point, it was useless.

She had already shown me her vulnerabilities. Her fragile moments. The cracks beneath the hardened exterior.

She could pretend all she wanted, but I had already seen enough of her…

Whatever.

”You should get ready,” I said, shifting my gaze to the umbrella still lying on the floor. ”If you don’t want it, I’ll take it—”

”No.”

She cut me off before I could even finish.

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”I might as well use it as a weapon,” she said, feigning nonchalance.

Oh? So that’s the excuse she’s going with?

Instead of just admitting she liked it, she’d rather make up some ridiculous justification. Classic.

”Sure...” I smirked, shaking my head before turning around and leaving her to prepare.

I closed the door behind me and made my way to the living room, settling onto one of the chairs as I mulled over our escape.

James’ disguise pendant was an option. It could alter appearances, but that alone wouldn’t be enough. The problem wasn’t just the guards standing outside her room—it was the entire damn security system.

Guards switched shifts regularly. If we took them out, their absence would be noticed before long. Even if they weren’t, the cameras in the corridors would eventually catch us.

Alvara’s quarters were definitely being monitored. They wouldn’t risk her slipping away unnoticed.

My gaze shifted toward the windows.

Maybe there’s another way…

Jumping down wasn’t an option. We were on the highest floor, and I wasn’t about to test my luck with gravity. But that didn’t mean there weren’t alternatives.

I started forming a plan.

And then… she took forever.

Ten minutes passed.

Still no sign of her.

Frowning, I leaned against the door and pressed my ear against it.

The faint sound of running water reached me.

I pulled back, my expression twitching.

She’s… taking a shower?

Does she think she’s getting ready for a party?!

Suppressing a groan, I resigned myself to waiting.

Ten more minutes dragged on before she finally emerged, fresh from her bath, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders. She had changed into a clean dress, and the subtle scent of soap and shampoo clung to her.

She smelled…good.

Not that I’d ever admit that.

Without a word, I tossed James’ pendant to her. ”Here. Wear that.”

Alvara caught it, immediately recognizing what it was. She slipped it over her head, and in seconds, her appearance shifted.

Her vibrant green hair dulled into a blonde, while her eyes became a deep shade of green. Her facial structure, however, remained almost the same.

I frowned.

Was it because the pendant was originally meant for James? Or maybe it just wasn’t strong enough to completely alter someone’s features?

Bryelle’s pendant seemed better.

Whatever.

Without wasting time, I walked back into her room, closing the door behind me. Then, I moved the bed, pushing it up against the door.

If the guards checked in, they wouldn’t immediately panic. They’d probably assume she was asleep and I was with her.

And that small delay was all we needed.

I strode toward the window, pressing my palm against the glass.

It was reinforced—heavily.

More than ten layers of mana circles protected it, ensuring that even the strongest spells wouldn’t be able to shatter it. The barrier was designed to prevent both escape and infiltration.

But I had Wrath.