Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 82: Furiosa

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Lilith welcomed Ren with a bright smile, immediately wrapping her arms around him the moment he stepped into his room. "You’re back."

Ren chuckled, returning the embrace. "Of course, I am."

She pulled back slightly, looking at him with expectant eyes. "So, what happened at the palace? Did you register for the tournament?"

Ren hesitated for a split second before deciding to rip the bandage off. "Yes, but… there’s something else."

Lilith’s expression shifted. "What do you mean?"

Ren exhaled. "I accepted a duel. Against one of Vesper’s men."

"And?"

"If I win, I get a million gold coins. But if I lose, I die."

For a moment, Lilith didn’t react. Then, her entire posture stiffened, her grip on his arms tightening. "What?"

She glared at him, her eyes intense enough to set the entire house on fire.

"A million gold coins, Ren? A duel to the death?!" She paused. "What in the abyss were you thinking?!"

Ren winced in response.

He watched as she began pacing the length of his room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"Why would you even accept the duel?" She snapped, turning on her heel to face Ren, eyes burning with fury.

Ren sighed, removing his coat and tossing it onto the chair. "It wasn’t exactly planned, Lilith."

"That’s what makes it worse!" She shot back. "You let Vesper manipulate you into this! And now you’re up against one of his men!"

"Lilith." Ren said calmly. "I know what I’m doing."

Lilith stormed up to him, her fists clenched at her sides. "Do you? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just gambled your life for the sake of pride. And if you lose—"

"I won’t lose." Ren cut her off with a smile. "And it wasn’t about pride. It was about making sure Vesper had something real to lose."

Lilith narrowed her eyes. "You think he cares about money?"

"He doesn’t. But when it’s a million gold coins? He definitely does." Ren held her gaze. "And I don’t plan on giving Vesper any advantage going into the tournament."

Lilith studied him for a long moment, her fury giving way to frustration, then begrudging acceptance. "You’re an idiot."

"You’ve mentioned that before."

Lilith groaned, rubbing her temples before exhaling sharply. "Fine. Whatever. I know you’ll win. You better win. But if you even think about losing, I’ll kill you myself."

That was the moment Thorn chose to enter the room. "I think I’ll start planning Ren’s funeral just in case."

Lilith shot him a glare so fierce that Thorn actually held up his hands in surrender. "Kidding. Kidding."

Ren smirked but quickly grew serious. He could recognize the worry in Thorn’s eyes. "What’s going on?"

Thorn hesitated, glancing at Lilith.

"Just say it, man."

Thorn nodded, walking closer. "I asked around about Roger, just in case, and word on the street is that Roger’s Rank 4."

"What?" Ren blinked.

"Yeah. I heard he recently advanced to Rank 4 and was keeping it quiet but because of the duel between you two, the news spread."

"Vesper stiffed you, Ren." Thorn said solemnly. "Your opponent is Rank 4."

"Fuck!" Ren cursed. "Fucking Vesper."

"At this point, we can’t back down. We’ll have to hope your battle experience trumps whatever he’s been taught, because that’ll be your only edge."

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"So," Lilith’s voice reached their ears, almost a whisper, making them stiffen. They’d almost forgotten she’d been in the room. "You’re telling me that Ren’s opponent is a Rank4?"

In that moment, Ren regretted asking Thorn to speak freely.

"Lilith—"

He didn’t get to finish what he was about to say. Lilith’s fury reignited instantly.

"That bastard Vesper set you up!" Lilith snarled. "This was never about gaining any advantage. He wants you dead before the tournament even begins!"

Ren had no idea what to say to her.

Lilith turned on her heel. "I’m going to challenge Vesper myself. If he wants unfair fights, let’s see how he likes one."

Ren caught her wrist before she could storm out. "Lilith, no."

"Ren, let go."

"No. Listen to me." He tightened his grip slightly. "Vesper wants to get under my skin. If you fight him now, you’ll only give him a reason to cause problems later. He’ll twist it into something that benefits him."

Lilith clenched her jaw. "And what? We just let him get away with this?"

Ren smiled. "We don’t let him get away with anything. We just make sure he’s the one paying the price."

Lilith searched his face before letting out a slow breath. "You better destroy Roger."

"Oh, I will."

She stepped closer, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I’ll be there tomorrow."

Ren hesitated. "Lilith—"

"No one can stop me, Ren. I will be there."

Ren exhaled. "I figured as much."

Lilith’s grip tightened slightly. "Good. Because if anyone does try to stop me, there won’t be a capital left standing."

Thorn muttered under his breath, "I really should plan that funeral."

Lilith ignored him, her gaze still locked on Ren’s. "You’re going to win. No matter what."

Ren nodded. "No matter what."

Lilith finally let him go, stepping back with a huff. "Then get some rest. You’ll need it."

As she left the room, Thorn shook his head. "You know, she might be scarier than Roger."

Ren chuckled. "Might be? Thorn, she is."

As she left the room, Thorn let out a breath and turned to Ren. "So, about those people tailing you guys. What’s the plan?"

Ren leaned against the table, arms crossed. "They haven’t made a move yet. That means they’re just observing."

"Could be Vesper’s men." Thorn shrugged. "Maybe this was his plan all along and he’d been keeping an eye on you since."

Ren nodded. "That’s my guess too. If it were someone more dangerous, they would’ve acted by now. For now, we ignore them. If they get bolder, then we deal with them."

Thorn scratched his chin. "And if they’re not Vesper’s?"

Ren’s eyes grew cold. "Then we find out who they are and make sure they regret following us."