I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 604 604: Fuck The Heads!

”Then that settles it,” I nodded. ”Letʼs kill her.”

Rodaʼs eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hesitation breaking through her otherwise calm demeanor.

”K–Kill her? You should really inform one of the Heads about this. Medusa is still incredibly dangerous. In my timeline… my uncle Jefer killed her. But he never recovered from it.”

That last sentence caught me off guard.

So, Jefer killed Medusa? Just like in the game. Except… there was no ʼnever recoveredʼ part in that storyline.

”What do you mean he didnʼt recover?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. ”Are you saying he died?”

Roda clenched her fists at her sides, and she gave a silent nod.

”A year later. The wounds she gave him… they never really healed.”

So he died. After all that.

Honestly, part of me wanted to say, Serves him right. After all, he was supposed to be the one who betrayed Connor, wasnʼt he? But I kept that thought buried. It wouldnʼt help here. And Roda didnʼt deserve to hear that right now.

Still, this could be a chance. A perfect moment to get a better sense of who Jefer really was. If I wanted to dig into Connorʼs death, I needed to understand the people around him. Especially the ones who mightʼve had blood on their hands.

I took a breath and went for it.

”Is he a good guy?” I asked, keeping my voice level.

”Hm?” she tilted her head, caught off guard by the sudden shift.

”Jefer,” I said. ”Is he a good guy? He just… gives off weird vibes, you know like a creep? Always looking like heʼs hiding something behind those unreadable eyes. So Iʼm asking.”

Rodaʼs expression immediately soured as her brows furrowed.

”Donʼt disrespect my brother!” She snapped.

Right. Definitely touched a nerve. Okay, maybe I shouldnʼt have phrased it like that. My tongue slipped. That was on me.

But I couldnʼt help it. Everything Iʼd heard about him made it hard to see Jefer in a good light. Still… there was always the chance he wasnʼt the villain in this story. Maybe there was more to it. And if there was, I needed to know. I could at least give him the benefit of the doubt—just this once.

I stared down at my hands, curling them into fists.

I know this wasnʼt about Behemoth. Or Medusa. Or strategy.

But this might be the last real chance Iʼd have to dig into what happened to Connor. In a month, Iʼd be as good as banished—restricted to the Olphean Kingdom within Sancta Vedelia. No more running around, no more secret investigations. Just exile with a fancy name.

If I wanted to uncover the truth… it had to be now.

And maybe, just maybe, it wasnʼt even my need to know—but Amaelʼs. His lingering emotions, the ones still buried somewhere deep in my soul, were clawing at me. Urging me to find justice. Or at the very least… closure.

Because if I could do that—if I could figure out who really killed Connor—then maybe I could finally leave Sancta Vedelia without anything weighing me down.

Without worrying about Christina or Alea anymore.

I was obviously done pretending we were family.

What happened… and what Kleines did… fractured everything between us beyond repair. It wasnʼt just a wound—it was a shattering. Even if they came around someday, even if they offered some kind of acceptance, the truth would still be there, carved into stone:

They would never look at me and see Amael again.

I think Christina and Alea… they had already made peace with it, in their own way. Maybe not peace, but acceptance. That Amael was gone. Dead. For Christina, her brother. For Alea, her son. There was no way around it. They must have come to that conclusion, especially after everything Kleines had shown them. It was inevitable.

And yet, even knowing all that, I couldnʼt help but feel a strange kind of gratitude for the year Iʼd spent with them. For the warmth they gave me. For the illusion of a family I never thought Iʼd get to experience again. Christina as an older sister constantly worrying about me. Alea, always pushing forward, always caring, always there. For that… I owed them. At the very least, I owed them the truth.

I had to find out who killed Connor for them at least.

”As I said... you should ask for the help of one of the Heads to take Medusa down,” Roda said, calming her anger down seeing me falling quiet. It was the second time she brought it up.

But this time, her words hit a raw nerve.

My mood darkened instantly, like a switch had been flipped.

Every single time someone mentioned the Heads, it brought me back to that day—the day they looked at me like I was less than nothing. The way they dismissed everything Iʼd done. The way they erased my efforts like they meant nothing and then, together, without a shred of hesitation, exiled me. Banned from all of their lands like I was some sort of threat they couldnʼt bother to understand.

”In accordance with my title as the Guardian of the Holy Tree of Eden. I am calling for a vote. A vote for the definitive banishment of Amael—Edward Falkrona—from the grounds of Sancta Vedelia.”

”The Dolphian Kingdom prohibits Edward Falkrona from stepping into our territories.”

”Ravenia as well.”

”Elaryon.”

”Fangoria votes in favor.”

”You are prohibited from setting foot in our kingdom as well.”

”Zestella also prohibits you from entering our lands.”

”Central Vedelia and the Holy Tree of Eden are no longer places you are permitted to approach.”

I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. I could still hear their voices in my head, still see their faces. Cold. Distant. Condescending. Those gazes—those disgusted, pitiful gazes—I remembered all of them. Every last one.

Just thinking about them stirred something deep inside me. Something bitter and violent. A feeling I hadnʼt felt since I was Nyr. A feeling I had never felt while being Amael.

Because unlike Amael—I held grudges. I remembered. I never forgot those who hurt me.

”Medusa is dangerous, you know,” Roda continued, oblivious to my darkened expression. ”You could even ask my brother. Or maybe I could—”

”Fuck the Heads!” I snapped, my voice rising loud as I pushed myself to my feet.

Roda blinked, startled into silence. She hadnʼt expected that. Hell, I hadnʼt expected it either, but I was done.

”Fuck all of them,” I repeated, this time quieter but far more disdainful. ”Theyʼre not going to do a damn thing. Theyʼre corrupt. Every last one of them. Iʼm not putting my trust in any of those bastards ever again.”

”Wh–What?” Rodaʼs brows knit together in confusion.

I scoffed, unable to hold back the bitterness bubbling up. ”Donʼt act like you donʼt know what Iʼm talking about. Youʼre from the future. Youʼve seen how deep the rot goes. These Heads—these noble families—theyʼre corrupt to the bone.”

My voice turned cold as I stepped forward, my eyes narrowing.

”Braham Moonfangʼs leading Behemoth. Dereck Zestella schemed against the last Prophetess. Edea and Rolaem Elaryon? Traitors who sided with Utopia. Kendel Teraquin too. And Lazarus Raven?” I sneered. ”Heʼs the worst piece of filth in all of Sancta Vedelia. I shouldnʼt forget about Duncan Tepes either.”

What he did to Elizabethʼs mother… what he did to his own granddaughters. I shook my head, a fresh wave of disgust hitting me.

And donʼt even get me started on the Olphean Family. Kleines created Durathiel. He is the main reason behind the Utopian War to begin with.

Every last of these Houses.

”...” Roda didnʼt say a word.

She stood there quietly, her expression darkening. Irritation flickered behind her eyes, but she didnʼt deny it. Not a single name I listed.

So yeah, she knew more or less for them.

Of course she did. Sheʼd seen the future.

”There isnʼt a single one of them with clean hands,” I continued coldly. ”Not even Jefer Moonfang. Heʼs on my list too. In fact, there is a high probability he is the one who killed Connor Olphean in this timeline.”

Rodaʼs eyes flew wide open, genuine shock written across her face. She shook her head hard. ”N–No! Uncle would never—”

”I donʼt care.” I cut her off. ”Iʼll ask him myself. But first, Medusa.”

I sighed slowly, reigning my anger back in before it pushed me too far.

”Tell me where to find her. Iʼll deal with her myself.”

”Youʼre still going on about this?” Roda snapped, her voice rising, frustrated now. ”I told you already—itʼs dangerous! You donʼt know her like I do.”

Her glare was almost resentful. But I didnʼt care.

”I told you—I donʼt trust any of your beloved Heads. For all we know, some of them might be working with Behemoth,” I said.

Who knows.

Because the truth was, in the end, the only person I could really trust was me in this matter.

If I handled this alone, thereʼd be no leaks. No meddling. No one to tip off Behemoth. Iʼd move in silence, strike without warning. Take her down before they even realized what hit them.

Sure, I couldʼve gone to John or Victor. They wouldʼve helped—no questions asked.

But when I pictured their faces, the way they were living freely, smiling, happy… I hesitated. I didnʼt want to drag them into this mess. Not yet. Not like this. They should be focused when Behemoth will be attacking.

And besides… if that damn Prophecy was right, I wasnʼt supposed to die right now. Not now. As long as I didnʼt do anything truly reckless, I should be safe from Behemoth—for the moment.

Which meant I had time. Not much, but enough.

So I looked Roda dead in the eyes. ”Are you going to tell me or not?”

She stared back at me, seeing I wasnʼt bluffing. I was serious. Dead serious.

After a long pause, she clenched her fists, clearly battling with herself before finally speaking.

”...Fine,” she said.

Finally.

”Then—”

”But Iʼm coming with you.”