I Am The Game's Villain - Chapter 364: Amael And Alicia

Chapter 364: Amael And Alicia

“So, Junior, did you learn anything interesting from the fight between your father and me?” I asked as we walked.

“No,” Alicia’s response was short and robotic.

“Are you happy to be here?”

“No.”

“Do you love your father?”

“Is that a yes?”

“No…” Alicia muttered, furrowing her brows. Giving me a brief scowl, she walked ahead.

“I expected a thank you for saving you from the yandere Adrian, Junior. I’m quite disappointed,” I sighed.

“Thank you,” she immediately said.

Well, at least those words seemed less empty than her previous ones.

“Is it just me, or are you more upset than usual?” I asked, tearing apart my bloodied clothes. Obviously I didn’t know Alicia well but I don’t know, her usual aloof expression seemed even more aloof than usual. Maybe she had a very bad night but again, vampires don’t they feel better during night?

“…”

“Not talkative as always, huh. I’m just worried about my Junior, though,” I mumbled.

Since I never played Alicia’s hidden story and had little knowledge about it, much like John, my only option was to gather information on my own. I thought acting like the caring Senior would work, but I guess not.

“You shouldn’t involve yourself further with me, Senior. I thank you for Adrian, but this is over,” Alicia said suddenly.

“That red ribbon, it’s your mother’s, right?” I ignored her words and asked about the red ribbon tying her blond hair into a regal ponytail.

“…” Alicia didn’t answer, but this time her silence was a bit more emotional.

“Worrying about your mother is good. My mother has been kidnapped, and I think you are already aware of it, Junior. I will do everything to get her back, but you see, there is a small detail,” I said, hardening my gaze. “I’m looking for the perfect rescue and nothing else. I won’t lose anything in the process of getting my mother back, nor will I sacrifice anything because I’m not a tragic protagonist of any story.”

Alicia stopped walking.

She turned around with a cold stare. “You are just arrogant, Senior.”

I smirked in acknowledgement. “I’m just the villain, and as such, I care only about my world.” Alicia stared at me for a moment before her gaze wandered down to my upper naked body, revealing my sculpted figure in all its glory.

“Kyaa!”

“Who’s that?!”

“Don’t know but I am in love~”

“I heard he’s the lost son of the Olphean House!”

“Look! He’s with the Princess!”

“There seems to be tension, though?”

“A lover’s quarrel?!”

The crowd outside was certainly noisy.

Looking down at Alicia, who was shorter than me, I saw her pale cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment, though she was managing to keep a straight face.

Almost.

Her cheeks twitched as she averted her gaze and walked off. “Wear something, Senior.”

“No need to be shy about it. Is this the first time you’ve seen a man’s body?” I asked, chuckling.

“I didn’t see anything,” Alicia retorted, leading me inside the palace.

“I hope your twisted older brother isn’t here,” I muttered, looking around.

“My older brother is rarely here,” Alicia said with a stammer in her words.

Good then.

I didn’t know what he thought of me after I broke the engagement he had supported between Adrian and Alicia.

“What about your grandfather? I insulted him not long ago,” I asked.

I didn’t know how to deal with him yet.

Alicia seemed dumbfounded at my words but forced herself to ignore them.

“This is our guest, Amael Olphean. He needs some treatment,” Alicia announced as we arrived in a peculiar room, where people were already working on other patients.

“Princess?!” The man at the front flinched upon seeing Alicia.

“Do I need to repeat it?”

“N-Not at all, Princess, but you said Olphean…?” The man looked at my face before widening his eyes.

…

…

“It should be alright now, but you’re putting too much strain on your body, Lord Olphean. Your body is in a very broken shape, if I may say so… you will need better treatments from more skilled healers,” the healer said after examining me.

Judging from his serious gaze, it seemed more severe than I had initially thought.

That deterioration started after I sacrificed my Falkrona Legacy and continued since then, worsening further after I used Nevia’s Needle of Fate.

“Better healers like the Saintess?” I asked the healer.

“Eh?!” The man was startled when I mentioned the Saintess.

“She should be capable of treating me, right?” I pressed.

“Y-Yes, of course, but… the Saintess is dead, Milord.”

Not exactly dead. She’s in a coma state but considered dead by everyone to protect her. But I

wasn’t talking about her.

“Lucky me, I know the future Saintess.”

Pretty sure whoever ends up being the Saintess of the Holy Garden between Maria and Seraphina will agree to help me out. It might not work if it’s Helena though… Whatever.

“The future Saintess?!”

“Alright, we are leaving,” I said, ignoring their stunned reactions.

As soon as I finish this year, I should see those two by the way.

I don’t trust that Pope at all.

“By the way, aren’t you going to ask me about what’s happening between your father and

me?” I asked Alicia.

“I don’t care.”

“Actually, I asked your father to teach me his Raven Arts in exchange for getting you out of

Adrian’s grasp. Quite a caring father, wouldn’t you say?”

“If you are treated, you should leave, Senior,” Alicia said curtly.

“I will eat dinner with you,” I shook my head.

Alicia glanced at me, clearly annoyed.

“Otherwise, it would be too awkward for both of you, and I’m hungry as well,” I shrugged.

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Despite my attempt to save both James and Alicia from an awkward dinner by joining them, it

seems even more uncomfortable now.

“I don’t remember inviting you, Amael,” James said with a stern gaze.

“Alicia insisted on me taking part in the dinner. She can’t stand the awkwardness,” I said,

eating a piece of meat. “Delicious.”

Alicia shot me a glare that I ignored.

“I—I see,” James, as gullible as ever when it comes to his daughter, nodded.

“By the way, is that wine or blood?” I asked, poking the glass of red liquid with my fork.

“It’s wine, of course… what is this question?” James grimaced.

“I mean, you guys are vampires. Don’t you drink blood like water or grape juice?” I raised an

eyebrow.

“Blood raises our pulse and heightens our senses, taking us deeper into our instincts, but we don’t drink it whenever we’re thirsty. Usually, we would even avoid such things but we do it in

case of urgency,” James explained.

“I see…” I glanced at Alicia.

That time when she licked her blood was like an instinct to her, as she had gone through her awakening then? Or that time when she was in a weakened state, I had to carry her toward her

room because she was exhausted and needed blood.

Or maybe I just read too many novels in my previous life…

Then remembering something, I quickly spoke up. “What about biting on the neck? You’ve already done that, right, Professor?” I asked seriously.

“Pffff!” James, who was drinking his wine quite elegantly until now, spat it out.

“M-Milord!” The maid came quickly, handing him a kerchief, but I noticed that all the vampire maids had embarrassed, blushing faces.

Only Alicia didn’t show much reaction, bringing her fork to her mouth and eating peacefully.

Wiping his mouth with the kerchief, James shook his head. “Um. How should I put it… biting

the neck isn’t really that…” He stopped, glancing at Alicia before continuing. “It’s a myth

too.”

“A myth… I don’t think so… the other day Elizabeth bit my neck and drew a fair amount of my blood,” I replied, a bit confused.

“Kuh!” This time, it was Alicia who reacted strongly.

She coughed a bit before quickly gulping down a glass of water, her face flushed entirely red

as she tried to cover her embarrassment. “T-That’s…” James was speechless at my words, as were the others who were blushing red. “Okay, listen. Yes, the neck-bite isn’t a myth. Actually, it’s as common as an intimate act. It’s

something people would only do-”

“On a bed?” I interrupted.

“Yes…” James sighed.

“Then why did you lie?” I asked with a smile.

“I didn’t want to taint my daughter with such explanations!” James snapped.

I glanced at Alicia, who was eating normally and seemed unfazed, but her blushing cheeks

and fidgeting fingers betrayed her.

“Well, one day she’ll eventually be the one biting someone’s neck, so…” I trailed off.

-Thud!

Hearing the clattering sound, we looked at Alicia. She had dropped her fork. She glared at me

with bright red cheeks, her mouth opening and closing several times before she stood up and

left.

“You really don’t have any sense of shame at all, Amael Olphean. Your mother really managed

to pass her worst side to you,” James glared at me.

“Well…”

[<You don’t have to worry about that, Amael. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have wet dreams about

that night with Elizabeth. I still hear you muttering her name at night->]

‘Shut up!’

It’s not my fault!