I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 485: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [24] Freyja's Demand



"It's so boring here..." Ron muttered beside me.

The open air felt liberating after the oppressive atmosphere of the castle. Freyja had asked me to find her once I was ready-though for what, she hadn't said. It was obvious her request wasn't about guarding her, so I assumed it was something more demanding, likely far from the castle grounds. With no idea how long I'd be gone, I couldn't leave Ron behind. The thought of him alone in that place, surrounded by Freyja's zealous cultists, was dangerous. For a six-year-old, it would either be terrifying or worse-he might come back brainwashed like some of the castle staff.

"When the war is over, I'll send you back to Sancta Vedelia," I said, breaking the silence. "You're from Zestella, right?"

Ron nodded, but his expression clouded. "But... where would I go? I don't have a family anymore..."

His words stung with the kind of sorrow no child should carry. "Do you think your parents would be happy seeing you like this? Focus on making them proud. First, you'll get an education, go back to school, and start building your future."

"I want to become strong like you!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes sparkling

A smile tugged at my lips. "That's a tall order. I'm the strongest in Sancta Vedelia, after all. But I can arrange for you to train with the finest knights of Zestella."

"Really?!" His face brightened with excitement.

"Of course," I said, grinning. "I know the princess there quite well."

"Wow! Do you think I could meet her too?" He asked, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. "Well, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I asked." Celeste wasn't the type to refuse, especially if she heard his story. She had a soft spot for victims of Utopia and would likely go above and beyond for him.

"Thank you, Loki!" Ron beamed, throwing his arms around me in a hug.

Caught off guard, I awkwardly patted his head. "Uh... yeah, sure."

But his excitement dimmed as quickly as it had flared. "How long will you be gone?" He asked quietly, staring down at the ground.

"No idea," I admitted.

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