Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 78: Bad Things Happen At Midnight

The city of Steadfast was quieter at midnight, but never truly asleep.

The streets beyond the noble districts still bustled with those who thrived in the dark, but the heart of the city, near the palace, was still and cold under the moonlight.

Lilith moved through the empty paths like a wraith, her dark cloak blending into the shadows of the night.

She’d left the Underwood manor unnoticed, slipping past guards and servants with ease. Tonight, there was only one goal.

Gwen Hart.

She’d thought about Ren’s words and while he was right, as always, she couldn’t let things go.

Gwen had provoked her, acting like a thorn digging into her side. She could see it in the lady’s eyes. She wanted to take Ren from her. And that couldn’t be allowed to happen.

So, here she was, following the faint trail of Gwen’s soul traces, allowed her Gift to guide her.

Even without direct sight, she could feel the presence of Gwen’s soul, like a fading ember of light flickering against a slight breeze.

She followed it before it could die entirely, and it led her past the main roads, deeper into a secluded courtyard near the outer edges of the palace walls.

And there, standing under the cold glow of the moon, was Gwen.

She leaned casually against a stone archway, her silver-blonde hair catching the dim light.

There was a slight smirk on her lips as she crossed her arms, her rapier strapped neatly at her side.

"Took you long enough." She drawled, her voice teasing. "I was beginning to think you weren’t coming."

Lilith stepped forward, her gaze locked onto Gwen with a cold intensity. "Stay away from Ren."

Gwen let out a small laugh, tilting her head as if considering the demand. "Or what? You’ll glare at me until I feel bad?"

Lilith’s fingers twitched, resisting the urge to summon her energy. She’d promised Ren before they left for the capital that she won’t be reckless. That was the only thing holding her back right now.

"You think this is a game, but it’s not." She growled. "I don’t share. I don’t tolerate. And I do not lose."

Gwen’s smirk widened. "How fragile your confidence must be if my mere existence threatens you."

Lilith gritted her teeth. "I do not care what you think, Gwen. Find someone else."

Gwen hummed, her finger on her chin as if she was considering it before she nodded and answered. "No."

Lilith exhaled, trying to calm herself. Her fingers twitched at her side.

"And you know what?" Gwen stepped forward, her smirk widening. "I’ll enjoy prying Ren from your hands, bitch."

Lilith’s patience snapped.

Without another word, she lunged, summoning a translucent, crackling blade of energy in her hand as she slashed at Gwen.

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Gwen barely dodged, her rapier unsheathing in a blur of silver.

She stepped back, deflecting Lilith’s reaching hand, but she wasn’t fast enough to avoid the wave of force that followed.

It hit her like a hammer, sending her skidding backward.

Lilith didn’t allow her to get her bearings. She pressed her attack, giant claws of blue energy forming in her hands.

She attacked again and again, each attack growing faster.

Gwen parried and dodged, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was being overwhelmed.

Her expression grew panicked and quickly morphed into desperation as Lilith fought like a storm, unpredictable and merciless.

"W— Wait! We can—"

She didn’t get a chance to finish as Lilith’s energy claws sliced across Gwen’s rapier, breaking the weapon in half.

The noblewoman barely had time to react before Lilith grabbed her by the collar and slammed her into the stone wall. The wall cracking.

Gwen gasped, struggling against Lilith’s grip. "Wait! Wait a minute! Let’s not do this!"

Lilith’s crimson eyes burned. "Are you sure? What happened to the Gwen who was convinced she’d already won?"

"I was just joking, Lady Lilith." She laughed, the sound high and filled with fear. "I’m sure you can understand."

"Unfortunately for you," Lilith raised a clawed hand, "I don’t give second chances."

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Meanwhile, within the palace, the Penny Prince glanced around the room.

The higher ranked nobles milled around, drinking and celebrating. They’d left the lower ranked nobles in the outer palace ball.

He sniffed, watching them parade around like pheasants. Are they really worthy of following him when the time comes? Or would his true followers be the underprivileged? The ones stuck outside this… party?

He watched the festivities but eventually, his interest had waned.

He slipped away, making his way toward a private chamber where Lars awaited him.

The room was bright with the light of the lanterns hung around, chasing away all the shadows. He was a believer of conducting all business under bright light.

Standing by the window, his posture stiff with anticipation, was Lars.

"Report." The Penny Prince ordered, pouring himself a glass of deep red wine.

Lars spoke without hesitation. "Ren and Lilith have been active in the capital, but their movements have been expected. They’re adapting well to life in the city, but Lady Underwood’s temper remains an issue."

The Penny Prince chuckled, sipping his wine. "A known flaw. And Ren?"

"Still unpredictable. He’s careful but confident. Too confident." Lars hesitated, then added, "Lady Hart had an encounter with Lady Underwood earlier tonight. It escalated."

The Penny Prince’s brow lifted. "Did it now?"

"Lady Hart wanted a dance with Ren but Lilith was… possessive of her fiancee. It almost resulted in a physical altercation."

The Penny Prince hummed in amusement. "That woman is never boring."

Lars hesitated again. "I’ve made the arrangements, my lord. The assassin has been secured."

The Penny Prince turned fully to him, setting his glass down. "The Rank 4 assassin? Butcher?"

"Yes."

The Penny Prince smiled, the movement slow and eerie. "Perfect."

Lars stepped forward. "The order is simple. Butcher will attack Ren in Lilith’s presence. Then we observe."

The Penny Prince’s golden eyes gleamed. "Let’s see what happens when you push a monster too far."

He swirled the wine in his glass, staring into the deep red liquid as if seeing the future within it.

"And when she finally breaks… we’ll be there to pick up the pieces."