I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 470: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [12] Loki's Backsto



"Wha―!" The man's words were cut off as he ca face-to-face with a shimring mirror that appeared before him. His eyes widened in disbelief, and before he could react, he was struck by the full force of the reflection, thrown backward with an impossible velocity.

-BOOOM!

The sound of the impact echoed through the air like a thunderclap, and the guard was sent flying through the air at lightning speed. He crashed past Freya and her other guards, his body skidding across the ground until he was sent hurtling a hundred ters away, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of him and leaving him sprawled motionless.

Silence fell as every pair of eyes in the place turned toward , their expressions frozen in shock.

Shit.

I just wanted to push him back a bit.

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Right.

Until now, I had assud that when Mary vanished, her ability had gone with her, leaving nothing. Yet, it seed she had left behind sothing far more profound—a fragnt of herself, what made her reincarnation of Persephone, willingly bestowed upon before her disappearance. Persephone's Legacy.

It was hers-what remained of her essence. I had been unable to wield it until now, but with the unlocking of a new Anima's Core, my strength had reached a level capable of bearing the weight of her gift.

Even now, just using it, I could feel her-Mary, or rather Persephone. It brought a deep sense of nostalgia. My chest tightened, a bittersweet ache rising within . I couldn't deny it. I was impatient to see her once more.

"Arrest him!"

The shout snapped back to reality. The guards, who had stood frozen in shock until now, sprang into motion.

"Big brother..."

A timid voice pulled at my attention. The boy behind clung to my clothes, his small hands trembling as his fear seeped into .

It did a lot of emotional damages to as he reminded of Orlin.

He would be older by now, much like Tihana. Would he even recognize after all this ti? "Catch him!"

I raised my gaze to et theirs.

There was no denying it-I had ssed up.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to think quickly. I knew where my mother was. Sowhere within the royal palace, hidden behind layers of walls and countless guards. But how was I supposed to reach her now? And after this?

"Wait, there's a misunderstanding," I called out, raising my hands in a placating gesture. I needed to de-escalate the situation, at least until I found a way to continue my search.

Freya, standing, raised her hand, halting the guards in their tracks.

"Speak."

I exhaled slowly. "Thank you, Your Royal Highness. You see, this boy..." I placed a hand lightly on the child's shoulder, "is my slave. That man," I gestured toward the unconscious figure sprawled on the ground, "stole him from . When I confronted him and demanded the boy's return, he refused and beca aggressive. Naturally, I had no choice but to defend myself."

After breathing my story, I paused, lowering my head in a gesture of respect. "As for your knight, I humbly apologize for the misunderstanding. I assure you, Your Highness, I ant no harm."

Freya's expression remained unreadable as she scrutinized . Her gaze pierced through the carefully woven facade I presented, and for a mont, I wondered if she would call my bluff. "Is that true?" She asked .

"Yes, it is," I replied without hesitation, offering a disarming smile.

Her knights, however, were less easily convinced. One of them stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he gestured toward the unconscious man. "We should at least interrogate him, Your Highness. He may have valuable information."

I bit back a scowl, though irritation flickered in my gaze. Of course, they couldn't let it go. I remained silent and waited for Freya's verdict.

"Are you from here?"

Her question caught slightly off guard, but I masked it with a polite smile. "No, Your Highness. I am a traveler," I replied smoothly. "I arrived in Elyen Kiora two days ago and t this boy during my stay. We ford a bond, and I grew attached, so I decided to purchase

him."

The lie rolled off my tongue effortlessly, but her expression didn't soften.

"Traveler?" she asked, clearly skeptical. "Yet you seem to know enough about combat to overpower one of my guards? Curious."

That smile. It practically scread: "I don't believe a word of your nonsense."

I held my composure, my lips curling into a humble grin. "I also worked as a guard for a noble family," I said without hesitation, offering just enough detail to ground my lie in plausibility. Freya's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Oh? Which family?"

She wasn't going to let this go.

I hesitated briefly, just long enough to give the appearance of weighing my answer. Inside, my mind raced, searching for the gamble most likely to pay off. Taking a slow breath, I rolled

the dice.

"The Raonpherys House."

For a mont, silence reigned. Freya's smile faded, replaced by an expression of genuine surprise. Her golden eyes widened slightly.

A ripple of shock passed through the guards around her, their whispers barely audible but brimming with disbelief.

The Raonpherys House. One of the most illustrious Royal High Elf families, on par with Freya's own Ruvelion lineage. Both families traced their origins to Sancta Vedelia, though the Raonpherys had left far earlier, distancing themselves to avoid the bloodshed that had

plagued there.

It was a dangerous na to call. Perhaps even reckless. But I needed her attention, her interest. Without it, my quest to find my mother could take months-ti I didn't have to

waste.

"Interesting...and you left such an important and honorable duty behind?"

I nodded with a faint smile. "Indeed, Your Highness. I've always had a deep interest in seeing Elyen Kiora. When I finally arrived, I found myself utterly captivated."

By how annoyingly pompous and pretentious this city is.

The words remained unspoken, but the thought burned brightly in my mind. This place was a rotting monunt to hypocrisy and arrogance.

If it wouldn't completely destroy my plans, I'd have loved nothing more than to knock every self-important resident off their pedestals, just to see their smug expressions twist into fear.

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Damn it, she's not wrong.

But seriously, can you bla ?

"A talented woman who knows proper etiquette and once served as a guard for the

Raonpherys family. You are quite amazing, Loki," she muttered.

I am not a woman!

I forced a polite smile, letting the remark slide.

Freya glanced at one of her guards. "I have a few questions to ask you. Give him a horse."

The guard hesitated, his disapproving glare barely hidden as he reluctantly obeyed. With a curt nod, he handed the reins. I mounted the horse without complaint, compelled to trail Freya's ornate carriage as it began to move. The boy, still clutching tightly to , followed without a word. Leaving him behind would have been suspicious-after all, I had declared him my slave. For now, I had to maintain the facade.

Freya remained inside the carriage, but the small window was open, allowing her voice to

drift toward .

"I never imagined the Raonpherys family would trust soone outside their exclusive circle."

"Neither did I," I replied. "But they valued my skills and deed worthy."

"Quite confident, aren't you?"

Her delicate laughter filled the air.

"I prefer to think of it as honesty, Your Highness."

"I can see you're accustod to speaking with royalty. The won I've t at Elyen Kiora

have all been dreadfully dull. You, however, seem different."

Maybe because I am not a woman!

"I am honored by your words," I said.

She tilted her head slightly, studying with renewed interest. "Are you from a noble

family?"

It seed so truths were too deeply ingrained to conceal entirely. Be it as Falkrona or now

as Olphean, my upbringing had left its mark on my behavior. I offered a modest nod.

"Yes, but not one of significance, Your Highness."

"How is Emilia?" She asked suddenly.

The unexpected question froze a little.

"Lady Emilia..." I began carefully, "has not yet returned."

Freya's lips curled into a knowing smile. "As expected. Ever stubborn, that one." Her arm rested lazily on the carriage's window fra, her expression sowhat nostalgic? Curiosity tugged at , and I asked cautiously, "You have known Princess Emilia, Your

Highness?"

"You could say that," she answered ambiguously.

"Then what are you planning to do after this, Loki?" Freya asked, shifting the subject.

"I'm thinking of staying a few more weeks to see all that Elyen Kiora has to offer," I replied purposefully giving a long stay.

Freya had a faint smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. "A marvelous idea. My brother

has been working tirelessly to ensure things run smoothly in Elyen Kiora. Yet, despite his efforts, I find myself... plagued with doubts about my safety."

"My guards," she continued, a subtle edge creeping into her tone, "don't seem as trustworthy

as I once believed-especially when a re traveler can so easily defeat one of them."

Ah.

She wasn't just making conversation; she was laying a trap.

"Your Highness..." I trailed off, feigning uncertainty. I had a sinking feeling I knew where this

was headed.

Freya leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her arm as she looked at with her

beautiful eyes. "What do you think, Loki? Would you do the honor of serving as my

personal guard? Just for a few weeks." Personal guard? Wasn't this moving a little too fast?

I glanced around, noting the expressions of her knights. So looked surprised, others

outright offended. It was clear they didn't approve of the idea. After all, I was a stranger-a so-called traveler with no credentials beyond my fabricated backstory.

But despite the unexpectedness of it all, I couldn't deny the opportunity she was offering .

Freya must have sensed my hesitation because she added, almost casually, "In the anti, I'll provide you with anything you wish to know about Elyen Kiora."

Her words sealed the deal.

Being her personal guard would grant access to the castle-the very place where I

suspected my mother was being held. It was a golden ticket to the information and proximity I needed. And perhaps, if I played my cards right, I could uncover more about Utopia's plans

and intentions as well.

"I accept."

Freya's smile widened.

"Wonderful."