Otome Game Mob Villain Chapter 669

"Dear Lord Rid Baldia,

I hope this letter finds you well.

First, I must sincerely apologize for the impropriety of delivering this ssage through Capella Didor.

As you may have guessed, I chose Capella as the ssenger to avoid causing unnecessary concern to the rest of the Baldia family.

However, I was shocked to learn that should you be defeated in the preliminary battles before the Beast King Tournant, there are talks of arranging a marriage between Baldia and the tribe that produces the next Beast King.

Thus, I felt compelled to write with urgency.

Lord Rid, you once declared before His Majesty Elias and myself:

'The mont I t Princess Fara, it was love at first sight. Please beco my bride. I swear I'll make you happy.'

To which Fara responded:

'I too have feelings for Lord Rid. Nothing would make happier than to marry him.'

Though young, their mutual affection undoubtedly forms a solid foundation for positive relations between our two houses and nations.

However, we need show no rcy—none whatsoever—to those who would cast shadows over their future.

Should Lord Rid lose the preliminary battles, the bloodline of the Renalt royal family might be transferred to another nation.

This poses a grave threat to relations between our houses and countries.

In such an event, I intend to have Fara return to Renalt while maintaining the marital alliance.

Furthermore, I shall make known to all nations how Zveera acted with such vulgarity—and publicize the heartwarming exchanges between these two young lovers.

Rest assured, preparations for her return are already complete.

P.S. His Majesty Elias has been privately inford of this matter. I sincerely hope you will proceed with full awareness of the stakes.

But these are rely contingencies for the worst-case scenario.

I have every confidence that Lord Rid will erge victorious.

May fortune favor you in battle.

Eltia Riverton"

As I read the sharply penned yet elegant letter—its strokes like sword slashes—I felt the blood drain from my face.

The paper felt ice-cold in my hands, making my fingertips tremble.

By the ti I finished reading, I'd turned pale, my mouth agape as if my mories—no, my very soul—were escaping.

Mother Eltia is seriously angry.

Moreover, the exchange between Fara and quoted in the letter happened over three years ago.

Comparing it to my mories, every word matched perfectly.

The realization sent a chill down my spine, and I gulped.

And then there was this line:

"The mont I t Princess Fara, it was love at first sight. Please beco my bride. I swear I'll make you happy."

I ant every word then, and I still do now.

But even now, rembering how I said that in front of everyone—on Elias's orders, no less—makes my ears burn with embarrassnt.

Ugh, it's so hot, so hot!

Overco with sha, I clutched my head and groaned.

Mother Eltia cos from the Riverton family, which oversees intelligence operations.

She understands the importance of information, so she must have recorded everything on paper.

For all I know, she might have docunted every word I spoke during my ti in Renalt.

"Of course I did."

I could almost hear Mother Eltia's cold voice in my head, sending a shiver down my spine.

I hastily straightened my posture and glanced around, but no one was there.

Capella, Tink, and the others had all tactfully moved to the front seats.

It must have been my imagination.

"Lord Rid, is sothing wrong?"

Sensing my distress, Tink peeked back from the front seat.

Startled, I forced a laugh and rubbed the back of my head.

"Ah, no, it's nothing. Haha..."

"Are you sure? If anything's troubling you, please don't hesitate to say so."

"Yeah, thanks."

As Tink turned away, I took a deep breath, pressing a hand to my chest.

Then I looked back at the letter.

Reading it again, it was clear just how furious Mother Eltia was.

The re fact that she threatened to publicize Fara's and my sweet exchanges across the continent showed she wasn't holding back—even toward .

On the surface, the goal was to expose Zveera's vulgar actions and sway public opinion.

But the real aim was likely to pressure and intimidate .

Noble society places great importance on reputation.

If I failed to protect the one I loved, my na would be mud, and the Baldia na might suffer irreparable damage.

Though I might die of sha before that happens.

Most striking was the declaration that, should the worst happen, Fara would return to Renalt "while maintaining the marital alliance."

And the line: "His Majesty Elias has been privately inford of this matter."

She actually told Elias?

Knowing Mother Eltia, she probably laid out a flawless, logical argunt with a perfectly straight face.

In any case, if these asures were enacted, relations between our houses and nations would undoubtedly deteriorate.

The free trade agreents and tax benefits between Renalt and Baldia would surely be reexamined.

All our efforts to avert the condemnation would be for nothing.

It might even affect Mother's treatnt, though she's recovering.

So, from the Empire, we have Her Majesty Matilda, and from Renalt, Mother Eltia.

Either way, if I lose the preliminary battles, averting the condemnation will beco far more difficult.

Matilda the Empress, who issues imperial decrees; Sektos the Beast King, who issues royal commands; and Mother Eltia, the Shadow Queen, who issues grand edicts.

Why, oh why, am I surrounded by such formidable won?

They're incredible allies.

But since they're all neutral parties, the mont our interests diverge, they beco terrifying opponents.

"Lord Rid, you've been groaning, clutching your head, and staring at that letter. Are you truly alright?"

"Huh...?"

At Capella's voice, I snapped back to reality to find Amon, Tink, Chris, and Emma all tilting their heads in concern.

"Ah, haha. Well, reading Mother Eltia's letter made think of Matilda and Sektos..."

"Ah, I see. They're not the type to be easily handled, after all..."

Chris nodded deeply, her gaze drifting to the sky outside the window.

Having t Matilda, Mother Eltia, and Sektos, she must have her own thoughts on the matter.

If even Chris—who's negotiated with countless rchants and nobles—says so, then Matilda and the others must be among the continent's most formidable won.

"Juggernauts" might be a better term.

Though Chris, Tink, and the others are plenty impressive themselves.

With a wry smile, I quietly slipped the trembling letter back into its envelope.

Even if we proceed smoothly through the tribal territories, I'll have at most a month to train for the preliminary battles.

For the condemnation's reversal, for Baldia's future—I must steel myself.

Just as I resolved this, the carriage jolted violently.

Though the bovine tribe's territory is flat, the roads aren't well-maintained.

The shaking was more than enough to reawaken the motion sickness I'd been suppressing.

"Ugh...?!"

My head spun, my vision warped, and though I was seated, I felt like I was floating.

This is bad. Worse than ever.

Why now? Why so intense?

As I clapped both hands over my mouth, the smiling faces of the bovine won flashed through my mind.

"Lord Rid, please eat as much breakfast as you like."

That was undoubtedly the cause.

I couldn't refuse, so I'd eaten a larger portion than usual.

"...?! Lord Rid, are you alright?!"

"Ugh... Y-yeah. More importantly..."

"R-right! Just a mont!"

Capella and Tink sprang into action, anticipating my needs.

"Lord Rid, I have candy. Open your mouth."

anwhile, Chris approached with a piece of candy, gently offering it to .

But I...

As screams and chaos erupted in the carriage, our charcoal-powered vehicle continued onward, leaving the bovine territory behind as if nothing had happened, entering the ursine tribe's territory .