I Am The Game's Villain

But even as he said it, I could tell he didn’t fully believe it. Not yet. There was too much doubt in his voice, too much uncertainty in his eyes.

”Hey, Sir Ben...” One of the knights murmured behind him. ”He might be someone important. Maybe a noble?”

”Yeah, just look at him. He doesn’t look like a peasant...he looks hella clean.”

They were muttering amongst themselves, second-guessing. But Ben just snorted, waving a dismissive hand.

”I’m the one giving the orders here,” he said. ”And I say that brat’s done for. Kill him. The Vampire’s mine. She needs to be punished for whatever spell she’s cast on him.”

The others hesitated for a second.

Then nodded.

”What a bunch of wussies,” I muttered, loud enough for them all to hear.

”What... what did you just say?!” One of them barked, stepping forward.

But when I met his eyes—just a casual glance—he flinched like he’d been slapped and promptly clamped his mouth shut.

I took a breath and straightened up slightly, keeping my hands casually tucked in the pockets of my hoodie.

”Look, we’re not here to cause trouble. We just need a place to stay—food, a bed, blood for her,” I said. ”You get us that, and I might forgive the little show you just put on.”

Silence fell right after my words.

And then—

Ben burst out laughing.

Like really laughing, full belly-laugh, doubled over. His men followed suit a second later, their laughter less genuine but loud enough to echo down the streets. The townspeople watched from their hiding places, eyes wide in disbelief.

”Oh man...” Ben said between laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. ”You’ve definitely been charmed by the Witch. That’s a damn shame. You’d have made a pretty nice little plaything for the noble lasses.”

I sighed, the amusement gone from my face. My voice dropped several degrees as I spoke again.

”I’ll say this once —and only once,” I said coldly. ”Pull back if you value your lives.”

Ben sneered.

”Shut the fuck up!”

One of the knights lunged forward, lance aimed at my chest, moving fast, clearly thinking I’d freeze or dodge.

I didn’t move.

”Reflect,” I whispered.

-Spurt!

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out a heartbeat later.

The man who had attacked me choked, blood spilling from his lips as he staggered. His own lance had reversed in the air and driven itself straight through his chest. He dropped to his knees, then collapsed in a pool of his own blood, twitching once before going still.

The town square froze.

For a breathless moment, nothing moved.

Then came the screams—civilians shrieking in terror, some running, others slamming their windows shut.

But these trashes disguised as knights readied their weapons, panic morphing into aggression.

Ben’s face twisted in rage.

”Kill that bastard and restrain the woman!!” He roared.

They charged.

I slowly pulled my hands out from my hoodie pockets.

”I warned you.”