Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss Chapter 49: The Moment Of Truth

Two weeks had passed since they’d left Ross castle, and they’d settled into a routine.

Wake up, eat, ride in the carriage, have lunch, ride so more, have a few snacks whenever Lilith feels like it, settle down in an inn or a camp for the night, eat, sleep, wake up, and repeat.

Everybody was beginning to feel a special kind of lethargy from the constant monotony of travel, but the steady movent forward toward the capital and the change in scenery kept them engaged.

The landscape around them changed as they moved deeper into Albion, passing from the less fertile and rugged borderlands into the lush and prosperous territories of the richer lords.

Around them, rolling fields and beautiful estates filled the horizon, a different picture from the harsh lands they had lived in and left behind.

One could tell those among the caravan who hadn’t left their lands before by the craning of their necks to take everything in. But there was only so long a person could be entertained by the scenery.

Now, they were in the domain of House Rosefield, where endless fields of roses stretched as far as the eye could see. The air carried a faint floral scent, and the red and pink blossoms swayed gently with the breeze.

Inside the carriage, Ren and Lilith were engaged in a debate.

"I still think the land was nad first." Ren said, leaning slightly toward the window as he watched the fields pass them by.

Lilith scoffed. "That makes no sense. Why would soone na themselves and their land Rosefield if there were no roses here yet?"

"Maybe the first settlers just liked the na and decided to make it fit." He countered with a grin. He knew his argunt was unlikely but he did enjoy ssing with Lilith. "Or maybe they planted the roses to match the na."

Lilith shook her head. "No, no, no. The roses ca first. They ca to land with the roses already there and decided to take up the na."

"Think about it." She leaned forward. "The na is descriptive. Naming sothing Rosefield without roses would be ridiculous."

Ren smirked. "Then explain Blackwater. There’s no black water there. Or Greenhill, where the hills aren’t always green."

Lilith narrowed her eyes, pointing a finger at him. "That’s different."

"You—" Mid-sentence, Ren suddenly felt a familiar sensation. A pulse from one of his Bloodbound coins.

Not just any coin. The one he had given to the Ross soldier two weeks ago.

It was clear in his mind. The coin had experienced rapid movent, like being bounced hard on a floor. The prearranged signal.

The soldier had reached the capital.

Ren froze for just a fraction of a second before continuing as if nothing had happened. "You can’t just ignore those because it fits your argunt."

Unfortunately for him, Lilith was sharp. She tilted her head, having noticed his montary distraction. "Sothing wrong?"

Ren shook his head casually. "Just thinking about how stubborn you are."

Lilith smirked. "I’ll take that as a complint. Now, back to the debate."

The discussion continued as they each defended their stances.

Ren played along, all while his mind worked in the background.

The soldier had made it, which ant they now had two weeks to eliminate the necessary Fuchsia mbers before their actual caravan appeared in the capital.

The mont of truth has arrived.

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That evening, the party arrived at one of the large towns within Rosefield lands, close to the noble family’s castle city.

The town was bustling, its streets lively even as the sun dipped below the horizon. The rich floral scent lingered in the air as they secured lodging at a well-kept inn near the town square.

Dinner was a lively affair. The group occupied a private dining space, servants ensuring their als were well-prepared.

Ren and Lilith continued their playful debate, and while they were still talking about roses, the topic had shifted slightly.

"What would happen if all the roses disappeared overnight?" Lilith mused, twirling a spoon between her fingers. "Would they rena the land? Or just replant them all?"

Ren smirked. "Knowing our peers, they’d probably refuse to acknowledge it and keep the na anyway."

Lilith chuckled. "Or maybe they’d panic and import thousands of roses overnight just to maintain the image."

Ren eyed her warily as a thought occurred to him. "Lilith. You’re not thinking of testing this, are you?"

He knew she could make flowers die in an instant without touching them, even if that was sothing she rarely did.

Lilith gasped, placing a hand over her chest dramatically. "How dare you? Would I, an innocent lady, even consider such a thing?"

Ren gave her a flat look. "Yes."

Lilith giggled. "Alright, fine. I’ll behave."

Just as they were finishing their al, Elias and Thorn stepped aside, allowing a ssenger in rose colored noble livery walk to their table. He bowed respectfully before addressing Lilith.

"Lady Underwood, Lord Vesper Rosefield has—"

"Who?" Lilith frowned in confusion.

The ssenger choked, his eyes bulging and his mouth moving as if he wanted to speak but his brain was still caught up on Lilith’s words.

"You don’t know Lord Vesper Rosefield?" He asked a second later with an incredulous look before controlling himself, rembering exactly where he was.

"I don’t care who this Vesper is." Lilith said dismissively.

Ren knew he should be taking offence at the fact that the son of Lord Rosefield had sent for his fiancee with him present but the current situation was just too funny. As if Lilith would even give him the ti of the day.

The ssenger cleared his throat as if doing that would reset his mory and began again as if nothing had happened.

"Lady Underwood, Lord Vesper Rosefield has sent an invitation. He has heard of your presence in the town and wishes to extend his hospitality. He is currently staying at an inn nearby."

Lilith didn’t even hesitate. "Declined."

The ssenger blinked again, not knowing what to do. "My lady?"

"I’m not interested." Lilith said simply, taking a sip of her drink. "You may inform him so."

The ssenger hesitated, looking between her and Ren. He had definitely never gotten a rejection as fast as this before.

Ren, having no intention of interfering, simply leaned back.

After a few seconds of silence, Thorn stepped forward. "Apologies, but Lady Underwood is quite firm in her decisions. Thank you for delivering the invitation."

The ssenger hesitated before bowing. "I understand. I shall relay your response." He then took his leave, still looking sowhat bewildered.

Once he was gone, Thorn chortled, speaking under his breath but everybody heard. "Didn’t even let him finish the sentence."

Ren chuckled. "Lilith knows what she wants."

Lilith smiled sweetly. "Of course. Why waste ti on soone irrelevant?"

"Well," Ren suddenly stood up, "I’m going to sleep."

Lilith blinked, tilting her head. "Already? It’s early."

"I’m tired today." Ren said with a smile.

Lilith narrowed her eyes slightly but decided to let it go. "Alright. Sleep well, Ren."

Ren gave her a nod before heading upstairs. Thorn followed him, waiting until they were safely inside the room before speaking.

"So?" Thorn asked, closing the door behind them. "I can see you’re definitely not tired."

"The soldier made it." Ren turned to Thorn." He’s in the capital."