I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 471: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [13] A Nearly Good Princess



After what felt like an eternity, our procession of carriages finally reached the gates of the castle. Its imposing structure loomed before us, but it was not the majestic grandeur I had imagined for an Elven castle. Instead, it exuded an air of ostentation, designed not to inspire awe but to flaunt wealth and power. The same could be said for the city itself in fact.

As we arrived, I dismounted from my horse. I turned to help the boy from descending. His small frame trembled as he descended, his wide eyes darting around the scene with fear. "What's your name?" I asked gently, crouching to his level so he could see my face clearly. "Ron..." He mumbled. Tears welled in his eyes, and his small hands clenched tightly at his sides.

He was only six years old. His fear was etched into every line of his face.

That wasn't the expression a child should make.

"Where are your parents?" I asked hesitantly, though a sinking feeling told me the answer before he spoke.

The question was a mistake. His small body began to shake, and tears streamed down his face as he rubbed at his eyes.

"T-They killed my father...they took my mother away."

I didn't need to ask to know what had likely become of his mother. There was a low probability of seeing her again and good health.