I Am The Game's Villain

Alicia, who was visibly trying to hold it together. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, her hands trembling faintly as she clutched the edge of her cloak. I could see her fighting the thirst—fighting it hard.

”She needs blood,” Amaya said matter-of-factly, looking back at me.

”Oh, does she now?” I deadpanned. ”Well, since you drained her without permission, how about you give her yours in return? Seems fair.”

Amaya shook her head gently. ”I can’t give my blood to anyone.”

”What do you mean you can’t?” I raised a brow.

”It’s no good,” she said simply.

”No good?” I repeated, eyes narrowing.

She gave a small nod but didn’t elaborate. Just fell quiet again, like she’d said all there was to say.

I turned my gaze to Alicia. She was avoiding my eyes, biting her lip—clearly not okay. Not even close.

”I—I’m fine...” She muttered unconvincingly.

No, you aren’t.

And I knew how this would end. There was no point dragging it out. In the end, I’d have to give her my blood again. And honestly, I was still feeling a bit lightheaded from the blood drain as well. But I didn’t say that. I just sighed and kept walking.

Two long, silent hours later, we finally reached the gates of Teraquin Capital.

Alicia and Elizabeth were both cloaked, hoods pulled low to hide their features. Their identities as vampires couldn’t be exposed here obviously.

The journey had been exhausting, both mentally and physically, but somehow, we’d made it. We hadn’t drawn too much attention. Or so I had hoped.

Unfortunately not.

”Well, well... You’ve got some serious guts, coming back here. And of all places, you walk straight into one of the most heavily guarded Resistance territories.”

Ernest Olphean stood before us, flanked by a contingent of soldiers. Elves, humans, even a few werewolves—all clad in the colors of the Resistance, weapons at the ready.

”I came to talk,” I said calmly.

”Talk?” Ernest scoffed. ”That some kind of joke?”

I gave a slight smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. ”How’s your nose, Prince Ernest?”

Alicia let out a quiet sigh beside me—probably wishing I could keep my mouth shut for once.

Ernest’s expression darkened instantly.

But before the tension could escalate, a voice rang out behind him.

”Now, now, Your Highness. He said he wants to talk. Let’s not be too hasty.”

I looked past Ernest to see Samael Falkrona approaching, flanked by the two women from before. The blue haired was glaring daggers at me like I’d just insulted her ancestors.

Samael, on the other hand, smiled pleasantly. ”We’re not savages, are we?”

Ernest turned slightly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His eyes flicked between Samael and me before he finally exhaled sharply and lowered his hand. ”Fine. You’ll talk.”

Then he turned to his soldiers. ”Surround them. We’re going to the castle. And don’t let your guard down.”

As the Resistance knights began to encircle us, I clutched the sleeping girl in my arms a little tighter.

”You’re making too much noise,” I muttered, shooting a sharp glance at the armored knights walking behind me.

Their heavy steel boots clanked noisily with every step, metal plates scraping and jangling like a dozen rattling chains. It was almost painful to hear. I couldn’t help but compare them to the sleeker, quieter versions I’d grown used to in the present I came from—armors designed not just for protection, but for practicality and movement. These old relics sounded like walking tin cans.

They glared back at me in silent protest, clearly holding back words they wanted to spit in my face. I could read it in their eyes—the contempt, the suspicion. To them, I was no longer one of them. A traitor of humanity. A man who now walked hand-in-hand with creatures they were raised to fear and hate. Vampires.

Eventually, the looming silhouette of Teraquin Castle came into view.

The sight pulled a strange feeling from me—part warmth, part nostalgia, part regret. After the Utopian War, I’d stayed here for a short while—two weeks, to be exact. It had been a peaceful time, one of the rare ones. I’d spent those days with Alvara so I remembered them fondly.

But now... now it felt different. Subtle changes clung to the walls. Furniture moved, guards unfamiliar, the energy just slightly off. Still, the bones of it were the same.