I Am The Game's Villain - Chapter 604 604: Fuck The Heads!

“Then that settles it,” I nodded. “Let’s kill her.”

Roda’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hesitation breaking through her otherwise calm demeanor.

“K–Kill her? You should really inform one of the Heads about this. Medusa is still incredibly dangerous. In my timeline… my uncle Jefer killed her. But he never recovered from it.”

That last sentence caught me off guard.

So, Jefer killed Medusa? Just like in the game. Except… there was no ‘never recovered’ part in that storyline.

“What do you mean he didn’t recover?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Are you saying he died?”

Roda clenched her fists at her sides, and she gave a silent nod.

“A year later. The wounds she gave him… they never really healed.”

So he died. After all that.

Honestly, part of me wanted to say, Serves him right. After all, he was supposed to be the one who betrayed Connor, wasn’t he? But I kept that thought buried. It wouldn’t help here. And Roda didn’t deserve to hear that right now.

Still, this could be a chance. A perfect moment to get a better sense of who Jefer really was. If I wanted to dig into Connor’s death, I needed to understand the people around him. Especially the ones who might’ve had blood on their hands.

I took a breath and went for it.

“Is he a good guy?” I asked, keeping my voice level.

“Hm?” she tilted her head, caught off guard by the sudden shift.

“Jefer,” I said. “Is he a good guy? He just… gives off weird vibes, you know like a creep? Always looking like he’s hiding something behind those unreadable eyes. So I’m asking.”

Roda’s expression immediately soured as her brows furrowed.

“Don’t disrespect my brother!” She snapped.

Right. Definitely touched a nerve. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have phrased it like that. My tongue slipped. That was on me.

But I couldn’t help it. Everything I’d heard about him made it hard to see Jefer in a good light. Still… there was always the chance he wasn’t the villain in this story. Maybe there was more to it. And if there was, I needed to know. I could at least give him the benefit of the doubt—just this once.

I stared down at my hands, curling them into fists.

I know this wasn’t about Behemoth. Or Medusa. Or strategy.

But this might be the last real chance I’d have to dig into what happened to Connor. In a month, I’d be as good as banished—restricted to the Olphean Kingdom within Sancta Vedelia. No more running around, no more secret investigations. Just exile with a fancy name.

If I wanted to uncover the truth… it had to be now.

And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t even my need to know—but Amael’s. His lingering emotions, the ones still buried somewhere deep in my soul, were clawing at me. Urging me to find justice. Or at the very least… closure.

Because if I could do that—if I could figure out who really killed Connor—then maybe I could finally leave Sancta Vedelia without anything weighing me down.

Without worrying about Christina or Alea anymore.

I was obviously done pretending we were family.

What happened… and what Kleines did… fractured everything between us beyond repair. It wasn’t just a wound—it was a shattering. Even if they came around someday, even if they offered some kind of acceptance, the truth would still be there, carved into stone:

They would never look at me and see Amael again.

I think Christina and Alea… they had already made peace with it, in their own way. Maybe not peace, but acceptance. That Amael was gone. Dead. For Christina, her brother. For Alea, her son. There was no way around it. They must have come to that conclusion, especially after everything Kleines had shown them. It was inevitable.

And yet, even knowing all that, I couldn’t help but feel a strange kind of gratitude for the year I’d spent with them. For the warmth they gave me. For the illusion of a family I never thought I’d get to experience again. Christina as an older sister constantly worrying about me. Alea, always pushing forward, always caring, always there. For that… I owed them. At the very least, I owed them the truth.

I had to find out who killed Connor for them at least.

“As I said… you should ask for the help of one of the Heads to take Medusa down,” Roda said, calming her anger down seeing me falling quiet. It was the second time she brought it up.

But this time, her words hit a raw nerve.

My mood darkened instantly, like a switch had been flipped.

Every single time someone mentioned the Heads, it brought me back to that day—the day they looked at me like I was less than nothing. The way they dismissed everything I’d done. The way they erased my efforts like they meant nothing and then, together, without a shred of hesitation, exiled me. Banned from all of their lands like I was some sort of threat they couldn’t bother to understand.

“In accordance with my title as the Guardian of the Holy Tree of Eden. I am calling for a vote. A vote for the definitive banishment of Amael—Edward Falkrona—from the grounds of Sancta Vedelia.”

“The Dolphian Kingdom prohibits Edward Falkrona from stepping into our territories.”

“Ravenia as well.”

“Elaryon.”

“Fangoria votes in favor.”

“You are prohibited from setting foot in our kingdom as well.”

“Zestella also prohibits you from entering our lands.”

“Central Vedelia and the Holy Tree of Eden are no longer places you are permitted to approach.”

I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. I could still hear their voices in my head, still see their faces. Cold. Distant. Condescending. Those gazes—those disgusted, pitiful gazes—I remembered all of them. Every last one.

Just thinking about them stirred something deep inside me. Something bitter and violent. A feeling I hadn’t felt since I was Nyr. A feeling I had never felt while being Amael.

Because unlike Amael—I held grudges. I remembered. I never forgot those who hurt me.

“Medusa is dangerous, you know,” Roda continued, oblivious to my darkened expression. “You could even ask my brother. Or maybe I could—”

“Fuck the Heads!” I snapped, my voice rising loud as I pushed myself to my feet.

Roda blinked, startled into silence. She hadn’t expected that. Hell, I hadn’t expected it either, but I was done.

“Fuck all of them,” I repeated, this time quieter but far more disdainful. “They’re not going to do a damn thing. They’re corrupt. Every last one of them. I’m not putting my trust in any of those bastards ever again.”

“Wh–What?” Roda’s brows knit together in confusion.

I scoffed, unable to hold back the bitterness bubbling up. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You’re from the future. You’ve seen how deep the rot goes. These Heads—these noble families—they’re corrupt to the bone.”

My voice turned cold as I stepped forward, my eyes narrowing.

“Braham Moonfang’s leading Behemoth. Dereck Zestella schemed against the last Prophetess. Edea and Rolaem Elaryon? Traitors who sided with Utopia. Kendel Teraquin too. And Lazarus Raven?” I sneered. “He’s the worst piece of filth in all of Sancta Vedelia. I shouldn’t forget about Duncan Tepes either.”

What he did to Elizabeth’s mother… what he did to his own granddaughters. I shook my head, a fresh wave of disgust hitting me.

And don’t even get me started on the Olphean Family. Kleines created Durathiel. He is the main reason behind the Utopian War to begin with.

Every last of these Houses.

“…” Roda didn’t say a word.

She stood there quietly, her expression darkening. Irritation flickered behind her eyes, but she didn’t deny it. Not a single name I listed.

So yeah, she knew more or less for them.

Of course she did. She’d seen the future.

“There isn’t a single one of them with clean hands,” I continued coldly. “Not even Jefer Moonfang. He’s on my list too. In fact, there is a high probability he is the one who killed Connor Olphean in this timeline.”

Roda’s eyes flew wide open, genuine shock written across her face. She shook her head hard. “N–No! Uncle would never—”

“I don’t care.” I cut her off. “I’ll ask him myself. But first, Medusa.”

I sighed slowly, reigning my anger back in before it pushed me too far.

“Tell me where to find her. I’ll deal with her myself.”

“You’re still going on about this?” Roda snapped, her voice rising, frustrated now. “I told you already—it’s dangerous! You don’t know her like I do.”

Her glare was almost resentful. But I didn’t care.

“I told you—I don’t trust any of your beloved Heads. For all we know, some of them might be working with Behemoth,” I said.

Who knows.

Because the truth was, in the end, the only person I could really trust was me in this matter.

If I handled this alone, there’d be no leaks. No meddling. No one to tip off Behemoth. I’d move in silence, strike without warning. Take her down before they even realized what hit them.

Sure, I could’ve gone to John or Victor. They would’ve helped—no questions asked.

But when I pictured their faces, the way they were living freely, smiling, happy… I hesitated. I didn’t want to drag them into this mess. Not yet. Not like this. They should be focused when Behemoth will be attacking.

And besides… if that damn Prophecy was right, I wasn’t supposed to die right now. Not now. As long as I didn’t do anything truly reckless, I should be safe from Behemoth—for the moment.

Which meant I had time. Not much, but enough.

So I looked Roda dead in the eyes. “Are you going to tell me or not?”

She stared back at me, seeing I wasn’t bluffing. I was serious. Dead serious.

After a long pause, she clenched her fists, clearly battling with herself before finally speaking.

“…Fine,” she said.

Finally.

“Then—”

“But I’m coming with you.”

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