Villain? Nah. I'm just here for the harem.-Chapter 25: A Battle of Strength and Truth

A Battle of Strength and Truth

Darkness consumed me.

Power surged through every fiber of my being, a force beyond anything I had ever imagined. My body moved on its own, wielding this newfound strength with terrifying precision.

Evelyn and her soldiers launched their attacks, but they couldn't keep up.

Every swing of my sword was met with effortless counters. My feet shifted as if I had danced on a battlefield a thousand times before. Blocks, parries, ripostes—each movement executed with inhuman skill. I was unstoppable.

Evelyn gritted her teeth, her strikes coming in sharper, faster, each one carrying the weight of her years of training. But no matter how strong she was, I was stronger.

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"The Goddess of War, Evelyn Frostbane," I mocked, my voice distorted with power. "Where is your pride? Where is that legendary ability? I am beyond you now. So tell me... what will you do?"

She clenched her jaw, raising her sword once more.

"Fight," I continued. "Fight for what? For justice? For revenge? What proof do you even have that Iris is guilty?"

Her golden eyes burned with anger as she struck again, her blade glowing with raw energy. Faster. Sharper. Deadlier. Every strike held the weight of a warrior honed by years of battle, yet I met each one with ease.

But even as I fought, my senses dulled. The power was consuming me.

I tried to focus. I needed to end this, fast.

"Tell me, Evelyn," I asked again, voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "Why does everyone want Iris dead?"

She didn't hesitate. "Ten years ago. The Azazeer Village Massacre. Every single person died—except one. Iris Nightshade. Over the past decade, every warrior, knight, or hunter who tried to kill her died. So don't tell me she's innocent!"

I stopped.

Then, I laughed. A deep, hollow sound.

"Ah... Evelyn, Evelyn. Last night, I had a dream." I grinned, stepping forward. "In my dream, I fought you and all your soldiers... but something was off."

She frowned. "What?"

"In that dream, your movements weren't your own. You were possessed—blinded. And now, as I stand here, fighting you in reality... I see the same thing."

Her brows furrowed, but I continued.

"You're possessed by rumors. Controlled by the thoughts and orders of others. You don't move freely—you're a puppet. And the blindness?" I exhaled, stepping even closer. "You're blind in your self-righteousness. So convinced of your justice that you refuse to see what's truly right and wrong."

Her grip on her sword faltered. Just for a second.

I exhaled sharply, my energy fading. My vision blurred. Nyx, stop.

The darkness receded instantly. My legs buckled. My body collapsed.

I gasped for breath, barely keeping my consciousness together. "Evelyn... I know the truth. I know everything."

She stared at me, uncertain.

"Promise me," I rasped. "Promise me you'll keep her safe."

Evelyn hesitated. Then, after a long silence, she gave a small nod.

"But if this is some kind of trick," she said coldly, "your head will be mine."

I laughed weakly. "Fair enough."

She stepped closer. "Now tell me what you know."

I grinned. "Come closer... lend me your ear."

She hesitated but obeyed.

The moment she leaned in, I whispered, "You smell nice."

CRACK!

A fist slammed into my gut. Blood sputtered from my lips as I coughed violently.

"Cough, cough— I'm sorry," I choked out between laughs. "Couldn't help myself."

She scowled, ready to punch me again, but I grabbed her wrist and whispered something into her ear.

Her eyes widened.

A mix of shock, horror, and realization flashed across her face.

And then—darkness.

I passed out.