I Am The Game's Villain - Chapter 389 Randor Ironbeard [2]

Chapter 389  Randor Ironbeard [2]

Randor’s talent was undeniable.

His home, though modest and designed for a single occupant, held an expansive area dedicated to smithing. Despite this, no weapons were in sight. Instead, the room was adorned with beautifully crafted shelves displaying statues and other intricate souvenirs, each bearing Randor’s signature. If the world knew these pieces were his, they would fetch a fortune.

“My room.”

Despite his evident dislike for me, Randor was willing to speak privately.

“Amael,” Celeste grasped my arm, her gaze stern and filled with unspoken warnings. That look, strangely familiar, held a depth that resonated with me.

“Don’t worry,” I reassured her, stepping into the room.

Celeste sat quietly on the sofa as Randor and I entered his private space. Once the door closed, I took a seat opposite him, the tension between us palpable.

Randor sat across from me, his expression hardened by years of regret and sorrow. “Sara… she was like a little sister to me,” he began, his voice strained. “I only wished for her happiness. She was happy with that brat Herve.”

“She was,” I acknowledged. “But you could have done more to protect her. Even though Manuel Hylkren sought the Prophetess’s power, he also wanted you, the greatest smith of Ante-Eden. She refused everyone who wanted to see you, letting you hide as long as you needed. But one day, a bastard couldn’t stay still and killed her. I don’t think I’m wrong in saying you are partially responsible for her death.”

Randor’s silence was thick and heavy, the weight of my accusation settling over him.

“You are right,” he admitted finally, his voice a whisper. “I am partially responsible for Sara’s death.” But he quickly added, “But you’re wrong in some points, brat.”

“What points?” I asked a bit curious.

“Celeste shouldn’t know anything about this but… Dereck Zestella.”

“Celeste’s grandfather? What about him?” I asked.

“He plotted against his own family. He should be held accountable for Sara’s death,” Randor said through gritted teeth.

Well, that much was known.

“Dereck Zestella was a man of ambition. He always had been. As soon as he learned that I was under Sara’s care, he wanted to use me to enhance his kingdom’s power. Sara’s greatest mistake was confiding in her father-in-law, believing he was a good man. Unfortunately, he was among the worst. He plotted with Manuel to take Sara away. Manuel intended to force my location out of Sara,” Randor explained.

I had some doubts before, but I was never certain of this. That man truly betrayed his daughter-in-law just to get his hands on Randor? It wasn’t just about Celeste’s mother, that much, I knew but I was still skeptic. Looks like Randor was is true aim in the end.

Suddenly, Randor chuckled, a sound that felt out of place given the gravity of our conversation.

“Something’s funny, Randor?” I asked, scoffing.

“No, just I feel a sensation of deja-vu. A few years back, where you are seated was Connor.”

“What?”

“He questioned me as well. He wasn’t there for any weapons but for some truth. He was brilliant and kind, but I knew that if he continued his quest for the truth like this, he would die soon. I warned him, but he simply smiled at me.” Randor shook his head.

“Do you know who killed my brother?” I asked coldly, momentarily forgetting my purpose.

“I don’t know who killed your brother, but I know your brother is the one who killed Dereck Zestella.”

“Are you serious about this?”

Randor nodded. “I have no doubts. Your brother liked Sara a lot. The look he gave me when I talked about Dereck said it all. But he probably didn’t do it alone. Dereck was strong, after all. Your brother told me he was accompanied by a trustworthy and strong person.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know. But both of them did kill Dereck Zestella. I don’t know if your brother had other reasons,” he said.

“Did my brother have other enemies who would want his death?” I asked. “Someone trying to avenge Dereck maybe? Surely that guy had other allies? What about my father?”

“I understand you want to know what happened to your father and brother, and you deserve to know, but I can only say what I know,” he said, shaking his head. “The rest you will have to find out yourself.”

Did Dereck kill my father then? Well, he seemed alive now, but I needed to know. Maybe that’s why Connor killed Dereck? To avenge both father and Sara? But then who killed Connor? The only clue is the person who accompanied Connor to kill Dereck. Who could that be? If I find him, maybe I will find out who killed Connor as well? Melfina… She must have known Connor killed Dereck. Does she know too who was with him?

“Brat, people kill for my weapons. That’s why I stopped,” Randor interrupted my thoughts.

“It didn’t change much, as people would still kill to get you back,” I replied.

“Indeed. Are you one of them?” He asked, staring intently.

I sighed, leaning back in my seat, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. “I just want a weapon to fight against those who will, without a doubt, try to harm my loved ones. I will never harm innocents. Yes, I have taken lives, but never the lives of the innocent. I believe you are already aware of the impending war?”

Randor nodded solemnly.

“I don’t know when I will have to fight, but I need a weapon I can trust, something reliable. It’s tragic what happened to your people in Edenis Raphiel, and believe me, I harbor no love for those responsible either. But is that a reason to halt everything? Your weapons, as much as they are instruments of death, also save lives—innocent lives,” I implored. Nôv(el)B\jnn

“You speak well, boy. But how can I trust that you will use it for noble purposes?” Randor asked, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“It would be easy to claim I want to save the world by kicking some asses, but I know that wouldn’t be enough to convince you,” I laughed lightly.

Randor’s laughter echoed through the room. “This world is doomed from what I’ve seen in my life. Even with my weapons, you won’t be able to change that, boy.”

“It will be doomed, yes, if we do nothing but stand by and watch it fall apart,” I retorted, standing up. “I won’t force you to make me a weapon, but I swear I won’t let this world be destroyed. Not for the sake of everyone, but for the sake of my loved ones. For them alone, I will fight to keep this world from crumbling.”

“…”

“You are right, I am selfish. But my selfishness will save billions. They will all be grateful in the end. Where will you stand at that time, Randor? Will you continue to hide in your cave?” I asked earnestly, without a hint of mockery.

Randor tapped his fingers on the armrest, his gaze piercing into mine.

Then he asked, “Is little Celes among your loved ones?”

Closed ones you mean?

“Yes, she is,” I replied.

Randor closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Now, what will your answer be?