Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss Chapter 118 118: I'm Not A God

Ren sat on the roof of the castle right above his room, legs dangling over the edge as he watched the sun set below the horizon. If anyone from earth had been watching him, the scene would've looked cinematic as the wind tousled his hair.

That had been one of the changes that had been surprisingly easy to explain to his family. He hadn't even had to explain. They'd taken his increased attractiveness in stride. After all, they'd all seen much weirder things.

In a world where it's possible for soone to create an imbuent to shoot rainbows out of their ass, soone getting more handso within a month wasn't even that impressive.

But the secret he hadn't expected to get out had been figured out by his father. The man he wasn't even sure paid any attention to his kids. It seed like they'd all misunderstood their father.

His mind kept circling back to all that his father had told him yesterday, and surprisingly, he hadn't been shook by the revelations of Calamities and his Divine Gift as much as the flaws his father had uncovered in himself.

The wooden slats behind him creaked.

Ren didn't turn.

"You always pick the best view. It's kinda like a talent." Thorn said as he climbed up, before sitting beside him.

They sat in silence for a mont, legs swinging in unison like they were little kids.

"What are you thinking?" Thorn asked.

There was a few seconds of silence before Ren sighed. "My father was right."

Thorn arched an eyebrow. "About what?"

"I got complacent. I got arrogant."

"Complacent? Isn't this a break before we head to Elnoria? You were relaxing." Thorn yawned. "Not the sa thing. Even the greatest of heroes need a break before the next challenge."

Ren shook his head. "Relaxing is fine if nothing's happening. But sothing is happening."

"The border's too quiet. The barbarians are not doing anything. That's the most suspicious thing they could ever do. And I just... let it go. I told myself I knew what was coming. That I could afford to sit around doing nothing."

Thorn was quiet for a second. "You were going off the knowledge you had. You're not a god, Ren."

"No." Ren muttered. "But I let myself believe I had more control over everything than I actually did. The fact that the Penny Prince was Kingpin... I didn't see it coming. And that ans I don't know everything."

None of them said anything for a few seconds, knowing Ren was right.

Thorn leaned back, resting his weight on his hands. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Ren was silent for a mont. Then he spoke.

"The scouts at the border? They can't go deep into barbarian territory. Too dangerous. All they've seen is patrols. And that in itself is strange. Barbarians don't patrol. They don't organize like that. They just attack and retreat for the next wave."

Thorn nodded slowly, his brows furrowed. "It sounds like sothing is brewing out there."

"Exactly." Ren said. "So now, I need to investigate for myself."

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that? You don't have a coin there anymore."

Ren exhaled. "True. I didn't leave one behind when we left. I thought I'd never need to go back."

Thorn smirked. "Then send one."

Ren turned to him, eyes narrowing.

"With the next shipnt to the border." Thorn added. "Food and soldiers leave tomorrow. It's perfect. Just slip the coin into one of the crates or hand it off to soone you trust."

A slow smile blood to life on Ren's face. "You're brilliant."

"I know." Thorn replied smugly. "Took you long enough to notice."

Ren hopped to his feet, careful not to slip on the slanted tiles. "I'll be back."

He could've teleported but that was just being too lazy. Besides, he'd always wanted to take a trip over the rooftops.

He walked over the tiles, passing the stones that he'd been told protected the castles before reaching the far side of the castle where the training yard and supply center was.

He slipped to the ground floor, where Sir Robert, the sa knight that had trained him and was in charge of the border shipnts, was barking instructions to a pair of squires when Ren approached.

"Sir Robert." Ren called.

The man turned, a laugh bursting from him. "Lad! What brings you here? Need more training?"

"Fuck no." Ren laughed. "You'll have running laps while carrying sacks tied to my back."

"It builds endurance."

"And you're just sadistic."

They both laughed at that.

"So, what actually brought our youngest lord here?" Sir Robert asked, scratching his beard.

Ren fished into his pocket and pulled out one of his hundred coins. He'd been slowly building his collection, leaving them almost everywhere he went. He extended the coin towards the Knight. "I need this delivered with the next supply shipnt to the border. Discreetly, if possible."

Sir Robert turned the coin over in his hand before slipping it into his pocket. "Consider it done."

They exchanged their goodbyes, and Ren left. Instead of heading directly to his room, he decided to take the long way around and sightsee. Thorn wasn't entirely wrong. He should take the ti to relax and clear his mind.

He strolled through the quiet paths, places he'd explored when he was younger, his boots crunching softly on the gravel.

He smiled as he passed an old, cracked statue of so long-forgotten ancestor, knowing he was near his mother's garden.

A minute later, he got there, smiling at the flowers. As he followed the path, he paused as he caught sight of her, kneeling over a cluster of bent stalks.

She held a broken stem in her hands, cradling it like a fragile child. Her fingers moved gently over the plant, and before his eyes, the stem knitted itself back together, buds blooming into flowers.

Ren's eyes widened, the word slipping from his mouth before he could stop it. "Mother?"

She looked up and smiled, beckoning him forward.

"Was that... Druidic magic?"

"Yes." She said with a light.

"B— But that would an." He almost stumbled as he stepped closer. "You're from the north. You're a…" He whispered.

"Barbarian. Yes." Lady Maria chuckled as she grabbed his hand, pulling him down till he was crouching beside her.

"Don't bother hesitating to use that term just because you've learnt I'm a barbarian." She chuckled. "Albion didn't na us. We nad ourselves. It ans to be wild and we're proud to be wild."

"H— How?" Ren stamred.

She cupped her hand over another stem, using her magic on it before she turned to smile at him. "I guess it's ti I told you a story."