I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 388: Randor Ironbeard [1]

”Uncle Ran!” Celesteʼs voice echoed through the tunnel, carrying a mix of urgency and relief. ”Uncle Ran?” I glanced at her.

”I—Itʼs what I call him,” she replied, a blush creeping up her cheeks, betraying her embarrassment.

It was clear they shared a closer bond than I had initially assumed.

An anticipatory silence fell between us, broken only by the distant sound of footsteps. The echoes grew louder, and soon, a small figure emerged from the shadows at the tunnelʼs far end.

The figure raised his hand, and a shimmering mana circle materialized in the air. As if responding to an unseen command, several more mana circles flared to life along the tunnel walls and ceiling, likely a network of traps he had set. After a few tense moments, the traps deactivated, the mana circles dissipating into the air, and the ceiling lights flickered on, bathing the tunnel in a soft, warm glow.

Now fully illuminated, the figure revealed himself to be an old man. His brown hair was streaked with grey, and his beard, styled in the fashion of Viking warriors, added to his rugged appearance. Despite his gruff demeanor, there was a certain warmth in his eyes.

As we approached, I noted his short stature; his head barely reached my chest. His expression was stern, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he took in my presence.

”Uncle,” Celeste called out softly, her voice filled with affection.

Randorʼs expression softened at her words. ”My little Celeste, youʼve grown so much,” he said, a hearty laugh rumbling from his chest.

”Didnʼt you get smaller, uncle?” Celeste teased with a giggle, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace.

”Little fool! Youʼre the one who got taller!” Randor chuckled, the sound rich and full of affection.

Though I found their reunion heartwarming, a sense of urgency pressed on me. ”Happy for you both, but can I speak now?” I interjected, impatience creeping into my voice.

Randorʼs expression instantly shifted back to a scowl as he turned his gaze to me. ”Whoʼs this lad?” he demanded.

”Ah, heʼs Amael. Amael Olphean,” Celeste introduced me.

Randorʼs eyes widened in surprise. ”Connorʼs brother?”

”You know my brother?” I asked, taken aback by yet another person who seemed familiar with Connor.

”Yeah, I know him,” Randor confirmed but offered no further details.

Turning his attention back to Celeste, he asked, ”And why did you bring him here? You must trust him a lot to bring him to this place, little Celeste.”

Given Randorʼs status as a highly sought target, under strict protection by the Zestella House, only those within the royal family likely knew of his whereabouts.

”Yeah, kind of. Heʼs my classmate and has saved me a few times,” Celeste explained with a sincere tone as a small smile appeared on her lips.

It was indeed astounding that Celeste would bring someone along with her, even though I had saved her a few times. I guess I did well in earning her trust. I donʼt think she ever mentioned him to her friends or even her best friend, Amelia, or Victor.

”He saved you, huh?” Randor nodded before shifting his gaze to me. ”What do you want?” ”A weapon.”

”No.”

He rejected me outright.

”If thatʼs all, little Celes, you should leave,” Randor said, turning his back on us.

”I wonʼt leave until you agree to make me a weapon.”

There was no way Iʼd go back empty-handed.

”It wouldnʼt change anything in my decision. I wonʼt make you any weapon. I guess you thought coming with Celes might give you more chances, but no. It doesnʼt change anything,” Randor stated, continuing to walk away.

As I watched him retreat, I felt a surge of determination. Celeste looked between us, unsure of what to do. She didnʼt want to force Randor into anything, even for my sake, and I understood

why.

I didnʼt want to use my knowledge as leverage, but I had no choice.

”Edenis Raphiel really did you dirty, didnʼt they?”

Randor stopped in his tracks.

”Amael?” Celesteʼs voice was filled with shock at my mention of such a sensitive subject.

No, she seemed even more shocked that I knew so much about Randor.

Ignoring Randorʼs glare, I approached him. ”Your friends all sacrificed themselves so you could flee. You did well to survive in the end. You were quite lucky to be found by Sara Oceania. Anyone else would have either used you or sold you back to Edenis Raphiel,” I said with a

smile.

”Are you threatening me, brat?” Randor asked, his voice low and dangerous.

”Itʼs up to you to decide whether I am threatening you or not. I just asked for a weapon,” I replied calmly.

”Amael...” Celeste looked at me disapprovingly.

”Wait, Celes. I really need him,” I said, raising my hand to stop her.

This was crucial. This man was no ordinary blacksmith. He was the greatest smith blessed by Hephaestus, trained by the best. He could forge weapons that might even rival the Holy

Weapons of Eden, like Trinity Nihil, if given the right resources.

Securing his skills could change the fate of the Second Game and even the Third Game. I didnʼt want to force him, but if I had to, I wouldnʼt hesitate.

I wasnʼt as compassionate as Celeste or her mother. The world was threatened with destruction in the next three years at the end of the Third Game. Of course, I couldnʼt just tell him that; not like he would believe me anyway.

”Edenis Raphiel is corrupted to the core,” Randor began, his voice heavy with bitterness. ”Itʼs considered the most beautiful place in the world, and Iʼll admit, in my long life, Iʼve never seen anything like it. But the inhabitants and rulers are rotten beneath their masks of kindness and holiness.”

”I agree with you on that point,” I said, a knowing smile tugging at my lips.

”But youʼre no better than them, brat. The way youʼre speaking, threatening me to make a weapon for you—itʼs all out of pure selfishness. When I wanted to spread my knowledge and my inventions, they threatened me. They wanted our arts solely for themselves. I continued under duress, but once I understood what they were doing with my carefully crafted and blood-stained arts, I stopped.”

”And they started slaughtering your people and pinned the blame on Ante-Eden,” I said, finishing his thought.

”They did. I fled. I had to. My weapons were already smeared with the blood of innocents. Staying any longer would have only led to more violence and innocent bloodshed,” Randor said, looking down at his worn, wrinkled palms. Scars, like rivers of pain, ran up his entire

arms.

Celeste stood in silence, her expression a mix of frustration and anger. She already knew this story, and it always filled her with righteous indignation.

”That day, I swore I wouldnʼt make any more weapons for anyone. I had caused enough death,” Randor said with a bitter laugh. ”Little Sara was truly kind. She didnʼt care about my talent but cared for my well-being...” His voice trailed off, sadness overwhelming him.

”Then, you let her die,” I said, my tone turning cold and unyielding.

”What...” Randorʼs eyes widened in shock.

”A-Amael?!” Celeste was dumbfounded, her gaze darting between Randor and me.

Still holding Randorʼs gaze, I smiled. ”Celes, I need to talk to Randor alone.”

”No, I canʼt-”

”Donʼt worry, I wonʼt hurt him. I need him, after all. But I need to speak with him alone,” I

said, reassuring her.