Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 135: The Prophet And The Guilty

Bram Rosefield's boots echoed as he walked down the corridor of the inner palace. When the king sends a summons, no one keeps him waiting. Not even his First Knight.

A dark smile appeared on his face as he walked. He had a pretty good idea why King Kane had summoned him. Especially when his son's presence had been required.

He glanced back at the boy who trailed behind him quietly, his expression souring. "You should be thankful for this opportunity." He growled. "You cost us a million gold coins, Vesper. If not for the use the gracious king has for you, you would be on the streets right now."

"Yes, father." Vesper said quietly.

"Stand proud. You have been given a chance to redeem yourself. Don't fail me." Bram didn't bother listening for a response, anticipation curling in his gut as they approached the same room where it had all begun. The same room where the crown prince had died, sealing the future of Albion.

He knocked, and the king's voice resounded from within. "Come in."

Bram entered the room, Vesper following behind him.

King Kane sat at the head of the long dining table, looking resplendent in his gold threaded dark attire. There was a circlet on his head and with the setting sun from the balcony behind him, he looked like a figure out of a legend.

Bram and his son dropped to a knee in front of the king, their heads bowed. "Your majesty."

"Rise." King Kane said, waving a hand.

They rose.

"Vesper Rosefield. Step forward."

Vesper glanced at his father, who stood stoically, before stepping forward. The king rose and he hastily bowed his head.

"I have a task for you, Vesper." The king stood slowly, his chair scraping against the floor as it was pushed back. "There is no one I would trust more with this than my brother-in-law."

His hand snaked down, picking up a small ring box. He opened it, but instead of a ring, there was an innocent looking seed, crimson mist snaking out of it.

Even from where he stood, Vesper could feel the power from the seed.

"You've been chosen for a glorious purpose, Vesper." The king said, a dark smile appearing on his face.

"You shall be my prophet. You shall go before me to Elnoria. And you shall bring it to its knees."

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The Underwood estate was in a state of hyperactivity, like a hornet hive that had been destroyed by a particularly idiotic adult.

Ren knew it wouldn't last. The activity would eventually lessen as these things take time. Lord Underwood would be delayed by days. His Knights would be easy to assemble, but the ordinary soldiers would take time.

All this didn't matter to Ren at this point in time. His mind was on other things. Like Lilith. He strode down the hall to her room, Thorn following closely behind him.

"This is good, right?" Thorn asked, not a single trace of humor in his voice. "We got Underwood aid. Surely, we can do this without taking the deal with Lord Rosefield."

"That's not our call to make." Ren said. "We'll report to my father. He'll know what to do."

"But no one can force Lord Darius to give up the barony. Even if Lord Ross is his father, he no longer has any official power over Lord Darius."

Ren said nothing in response. They both knew Lord Abram would hand over the barony to save his people. But he wouldn't do it without Darius' approval. That was the key thing.

"This is all my fault." Ren whispered under his breath, so low even Thorn couldn't hear it. Because of him, his brother would have to choose between his newfound fortune as a Baron and keeping the Ross family alive. It would be unfair to Darius.

They got to the door of Lilith's room and he knocked, before pushing the door open. "Lilith."

Lilith was asleep on her bed, her eyes closed and face still pale.

Elias stood from where he sat, vacating the chair for Ren. "Lord Ren? What are you doing here?"

Ren didn't answer, taking the seat Elias had been using. He placed his palm over Lilith's forehead and hissed in pain, drawing it back immediately. Lilith was practically boiling! Her temperature had gone up. She was getting worse.

"She's burning up!" Ren said, interrupting Thorn's explanation of what was going on to Elias. "Isn't there anyone with an ice or cold imbuement? Shouldn't we lower her temperature?"

"I won't recommend doing that." Elias said, his eyes moving to Lilith. "Her Soul Dominion is fighting the consumption. That's why her temperature has increased."

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"Introducing cold or ice is giving Soul Dominion another enemy to attack. It'll treat the cold or ice like another enemy, using up energy that'll be better used on the consumption. All it would do is prolong her recovery time."

Ren said nothing, staring at Lilith. This was his fault too. He'd done this.

No one else in the Underwood estate had consumption, so it was obvious Lilith had to have gotten it from somewhere he'd taken her.

His teeth creaked from how hard he was grinding them together. He'd also managed to screw this up.

He'd screwed up taking out Fuchsia. He'd screwed up House Ross' chance at instant aid from the king. And now, this.

That was what he was. A screw up.

After a few minutes of watching Lilith and stroking her hair, he stood. It was time to leave. "Let's go, Thorn."

It didn't take long for them to be on their way, their horses thundering out of the gates of the Underwood estate.

Without a word, Thorn maneuvered his horse beside him. Ren touched his guard and in the next instant, they teleported mid galop.

He winced as he felt the significant amount of energy drained from him transporting two grown horses along for the ride as they both appeared in the field outside the Ross castle.

Lightning split the air, the screech of a wyvern following a second later.

Ren's head snapped up to see a red translucent barrier generated by the pillars, covering the castle and the village around it in a dome.

Outside the barrier were familiar men in armor battling familiar men in furs, riding winged creatures.

"What in the heavenly hells…"