I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 338  [Event] [Dolphian Kingdom Under Ruins] [24] Chaos In Dolphis And Plan

"Iyaaa!"

"Someone, help!"

"Run!"

The Capital of Dolphis was under siege.

Behemoth's Hybrids roamed the streets, attacking anyone in their path. Despite the valiant efforts of the knights, they found themselves overwhelmed as residents were taken hostage.

In a cowardly turn of events, some knights were stabbed in the back, further adding to the chaos as Behemoth's forces continued their rampage, pushing closer to the borders of the majestic palace.

-BOOOM!

Even from the farthest reaches of the capital, the inhabitants could feel the shockwaves reverberating through the city. The entire stadium trembled under the pressure, its structure visibly shaken. Screams and cries for help echoed throughout the city.

The Capital City of the Kingdom of Dolphis was attacked.

***

"They really attacked us during our exam!" Victor exclaimed, his sword clashing against a hybrid of Behemoth.

"How many of them are there…?" Roda muttered, already feeling fatigued from the relentless onslaught.

"We need to watch each other's backs," Cylien advised, her sword at the ready.

The group nodded in agreement, except for Selene, who remained close to Victor.

"Aren't you worried about Elizabeth, Selene?" Victor inquired.

Selene shot him a look as if the question were absurd.

"...right," Victor chuckled awkwardly, realizing his mistake. While he had grown accustomed to Elizabeth's softer side, he couldn't forget her previous demeanor.

"But I-I have to find Alicia and Sirius, guys!" Victor shook his head, concern etched on his face for his half-siblings.

He didn't know Sirius's whereabouts, but Alicia was with Alvara. It was ironic to think that she might be in the safest place, despite being surrounded by Alvara's plants and the gruesome battlefield she was fighting on. Alvara's plants seemed solely focused on the Behemoth's goons.

"Professor Raven told us to gather below anyway! Let's go carefully!" Roda nodded.

All the teachers, including James Raven, were gathered in the tribunes, leading the students towards the main stadium where Alvara and Amael had fought.

"Right!" Victor agreed, but his gaze couldn't help but shift upward.

In the sky, a battle of phenomenal intensity raged between Reiner Dolphis and Navas Dolphis.

Powerful figures were embroiled in the conflict, further unsettling Victor.

'Where are Amael and John? Celes, Amelia, are they alright?' His worry for his friends remained undiminished.

***

In another section of the tribunes, a lone young man strolled casually between the rows while chaos erupted around him. His classmates fought for their lives, but he seemed unfazed by the turmoil.

The young man, Rodolf, kept his hands in his pockets, his expression wild as he advanced with narrowed eyes, more annoyed than alarmed by the attack. He appeared utterly indifferent to the chaos unfolding around him.

"Look at him! He's clearly a Moonfang!"

"Get him!"

As members of Behemoth attempted to attack him...

-BAM!

Rodolf effortlessly dispatched them with a flick of his fist, sending them sprawling without a word.

He continued in this manner for a time, ignoring even the warnings of the teachers, until he reached a particular set of seats. Below them crouched two individuals, trembling in fear.

"Oi. You two," Rodolf called out.

"Eh?"

"W-What?"

The two werewolves looked up, their expressions filled with fear as they recognized the Prince of their country.

"How did two ants like you awaken in such a form?" Rodolf asked, his eyes glinting with threat.

These werewolves, when they fought Amael, were clearly in an Awakened Form, but it seemed they were not under control. It appeared as if their transformation had been forced upon them.

The werewolves exchanged panicked glances before attempting to flee, but Rodolf swiftly swung his legs, trapping them against the seats.

"Don't you dare look away from me. I'm the freaking Prince here. Answer me now," Rodolf said.

"W-We don't know anything!" One of the werewolves stammered.

"We just awakened it!" The other added hastily.

"Bullshit," Rodolf snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. He was well aware of the rigorous conditions and training required to awaken such a Form, and these two werewolves didn't fit the bill.

"You know what I can do to you. I can destroy you both physically and socially in Sancta Vedelia," Rodolf threatened.

The color drained from the werewolves' faces at the Prince's menacing words.

"Hyaa! L-Leave me!!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched scream for help pierced the chaotic air from behind.

Rodolf glanced over his shoulder, furrowing his brows as he recognized the familiar voice of a girl in distress. She was being held by two members of Behemoth, struggling fruitlessly.

"Leave me!" she cried, her voice desperate.

Rodolf, momentarily diverted from the werewolves, turned and swiftly made his way toward the girl.

"What do you want—gurgh!" Before he could finish, Rodolf unleashed a flurry of quick punches, sending the assailants flying several meters away.

The girl landed on her knees, wiping away her tears. "T-Thank you…"

Rodolf looked down at her for a moment before turning away.

"Thank you…a-again!" she added, her gratitude evident.

Rodolf shifted uncomfortably, his brow furrowing. "Where did I see you again?"

The girl hesitated before responding. "I-In the mall… Lord Rodolf had helped me…"

Rodolf paused, recalling the encounter, before smirking. "Ah, right. You're one of Olphean's maids?"

"Y-Yes! I-I am Lady Christina's maid," Blaire confirmed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Rodolf asked.

"I-I came to see Milord Amael's performance… Lady Christina wanted to see it later, so…" Blaire trailed off, her explanation uncertain.

Only students were supposed to be allowed, but Rodolf knew that Christina could make exceptions when she wished.

"That guy… Connor's brother, huh?" Rodolf grinned a little before turning away.

"W-Wait, please…" Blaire called out again, her voice filled with urgency.

"What now, maid?" Rodolf asked, his annoyance evident.

"U-Um…may I come with you? I-I can't fight…" Blaire said timidly, her request almost a whisper.

Rodolf regarded her for a moment, then smirked. "Yeah, but don't get in my way."

"T-Thank you!" Blaire exclaimed gratefully.

"Also, I want you to do something for me," Rodolf added.

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How many of them are they?!

"Kill him!"

"Don't let him escape!"

I found myself marked, a prime target for their aggression. Each time my face was exposed, they lunged at me with lethal intent.

"Vysindra's Fireball Rain!" Raising my hand, I commanded the onslaught, countless spheres of flame descending upon our assailants, striking them down in swathes.

Launching myself from the earth, I seized one of them by the collar, slamming him to the ground with a resounding thud. Glaring into his eyes, I demanded answers, my gaze piercing with a threatening aura.

"Who are your targets?" I asked.

"It's you!" the assailant stammered, fear evident in his voice.

"And who else?" I pressed.

"Celeste Indi Zestella…"

The revelation that Celeste was also a target only fueled my frustration.

"Is that all?" "T-There is also…Cylien Najel Elaryon…"

What? Why Cylien?

"I-I don't know! We were just-"

Before he could finish, I silenced him with a swift blow, rendering him unconscious.

Scanning the tumult, I located Cylien, accompanied by Victor, but Celeste was conspicuously absent.

Cursing inwardly, I weighed my options. The urgency to stop these bastards at the palace clashed with the need to safeguard Celeste. I can't let her fall in their hands. She was too precious and dangerous in their hands.

"Victor!"

"A-Amael?! I'm glad to see you alright!"

"Do you know where Celeste is?" I asked him urgently.

"No... I've been searching for her too, but she's nowhere to be found," Victor admitted, worried.

Suddenly, a buzz from Victor's phone interrupted our conversation. He glanced at the screen, a smile breaking through his worry. "It's a message from Celeste."

Reading the message together, frustration surged within me.

[They've kidnapped the Queen. I'm tracking them. Inform the King, Victor.]

How reckless of her! She's walking straight into danger.

What can I do? She is indeed a Heroine after all.

With a disapproving click of my tongue, I started to walk away, but Victor caught my arm.

Turning back, puzzled, I met his serious gaze.

"I'm coming with you," he said.

"Victor–"

"You'll need all the help you can get, right?" he interrupted, a grin spreading across his face.

I couldn't help but smile in response. "You're right."

"I'm coming too," Selene announced too.

"No, Selene, it's too dangerous–"

"I'm coming with you," she insisted, cutting off Victor, her gaze locking onto his as she caressed Victor's cheeks.

"Y-Yeah... alright," Victor relented, surrendering.

It was a good. I couldn't tackle this alone.

The assistance of both Victor and Selene was welcomed.

"Where are you off to, Senior...?" But before we could proceed, Roda interrupted us.

"Nowhere. Just stick with the professors," I replied hastily, ushering Victor forward before he could spill the beans.

Catching my subtle cue, Selene seized Victor's arm, pulling him away.

Roda grimaced at my blatant lie, much like Cylien was.

Turning to Cylien, remembering that she was a Target for some reason I felt compelled to say something, as expected.

"You should stay with the professors. Don't take any unnecessary risks. Stay safe," I advised.

"W-What?" Cylien stammered, clearly taken aback by my unexpected care.

"Keep an eye on her, alright?" I instructed Roda with seriousness.

"Y-Yes... But Senior, shouldn't you be more concerned about your Junior–"

"Good," I cut her off, ignoring her protest as I followed Victor and Selene.

They should never get the Third Horn.