I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 230 Connor Olphean

”Why do I have to go to the Academy today when the entrance day is tomorrow?” I questioned my mom while slipping on the white blazer of my uniform.

The attire was composed of a pristine white shirt, trousers, and the blazer, with the only color variation being my silver tie.

”Today, the new freshmen are given the chance to explore the campus and gain a better understanding of the place,” Christina chimed in, appearing in her own elegant white uniform. She winked at me. ”Donʼt worry, seniors like me will be there to show you around.”

”Wait a second... freshmen? But Iʼm not a first-year student. Iʼve already completed my first year in Celesta,” I said, a hint of annoyance in my voice.

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I did pass, though!

”True, youʼre a sophomore, but since youʼre new to this academy, you still need to get acquainted with it,” Mom explained, joining us in a skirt-like uniform.

”Come to think of it, why are both of you tagging along? I donʼt need protection—ow!”

Mom pinched my cheeks. ”I did mention that Iʼm a teacher here, didnʼt I?”

”Oh, right, I forgot...” I replied.

My mother, a teacher? It was a strange thought.

”Unfortunately, Iʼm taking care of the third-year students this year,” she sighed in disappointment, but secretly, I was relieved. Having your mom as a teacher would be kind of embarrassing.

”As for me, Iʼm helping out as a good senior should,” Christina added.

”But you already finished your last year,” I pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

”True, but Iʼve been accepted as Professor Priscillaʼs assistant!” Christina declared proudly. ”So, Iʼll be around if you have any questions, little brother! Anyway, bye for now, Iʼm off—”

”Wait right there, young lady!” Mom vanished and stood in Christinaʼs path.

”M-Mom?” Christina stammered, looking a bit nervous.

Mom glanced at Christinaʼs skirt, which was clearly above the knee, showcasing her legs. ”Is that a mini skirt?”

”Oh, come on, Mom! Iʼm nineteen already!” Christina protested.

”Donʼt ʼcome onʼ me, young lady. I donʼt want any inappropriate gazes on my daughter. Adjust it to be at least thirty centimeters longer,” Mom demanded sternly.

”Fine!” Christina pouted, lowering the skirt slightly, but certainly not by thirty centimeters.

”Thatʼs still not enough—”

”Goodbye, Mom. Bye, little bro!” Christina hurried off before she could get scolded any further.

”That girl!” Mom stomped her foot, then let out an exasperated sigh. ”Wait for me, Amael. Iʼll personally drop you off at school.”

”Am I a toddler, Mom?” I said with a grimace. I didnʼt want to acquire a new nickname even before my time at the Academy started.

Who gets dropped off by their mom at seventeen? Unless youʼre really very far away, but even then, it would be pretty embarrassing for me.

”Youʼll always be my cute little child to me, Amael!” Mom said, her eyes misty.

”I-Iʼll go on ahead!” I declared and started walking away, but Mom caught me by the tie and adjusted it with a sigh. Then she kissed my cheeks. ”Donʼt get into any trouble.”

”Donʼt worry,” I assured her and walked off.

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”Come on, trust me,” I replied, but then I remembered something and called out, ”Helga?”

The headmaid appeared promptly with a smile. ”Yes, Young Lord?”

”Can you take care of her for me?” I motioned to Annabelle.

”Wow, Papa! I was playing hide and seek with Samara sis!”

”Samara sis...? Whatever, Annabelle, you need to relax a little and learn about the world, so be kind to Helga.” I ruffled Annabelleʼs hair as she hugged me.

”Okay...” Annabelle nodded and joined Helga.

I didnʼt really want to be apart from her, but she needed more company than just me during my often-annoying days at the academy. She was still too young for that. I wanted her to enjoy herself a bit while still learning.

As for protection and assistance, I had Samara with me. That was certainly enough.

”Milord.” One of the butlers opened the door to a luxurious silver limousine.

Indeed, our family was quite well-off, and Mom had just acquired this limousine for me yesterday. There was a beautiful white car parked behind it, belonging to Mom, and the grey car that had just left was Christinaʼs. Just today, she was complaining about always having a driver to drop her off, but Mom was firm in her decision not to allow either me or Christina to travel alone. The drivers were Olphean Knights of high caliber, personally trained by Mom and Dad.

”I should perhaps tell her to sell the limousine and get a more modest car...” I didnʼt want to display affluence with a limousine, and it was somewhat awkward as well.

Oh well.

I settled into the backseat, and the driver started the car.

”Whatʼs your name?” I asked the driver, who appeared to be no more than forty years old.

”Francis, Milord,” he responded respectfully.

”Youʼre more than just a driver, arenʼt you? You seem quite strong,” I remarked with a grin.

Francis chuckled at my words. ”Indeed, Milord. I hold the position of one of the Commanders within Lady Aleaʼs Olphean Army. She personally requested me to look after you, and I was more than glad to comply.”

”Why?” I inquired.

”Because youʼre the last heir of the Olphean House, Lord Kleinesʼ youngest son, Lady Aleaʼs final son and youngest child, Young Lord Connorʼs younger brother, and Lady Christinaʼs remaining brother.”

I furrowed my brows slightly at his words.

”Lady Alea revealed your true identity to me to assist with my responsibilities, Milord. Itʼs truly heartwarming to witness you alive, Young Lord Amael. Youʼve developed into quite the man since the last time I had the honor of seeing you,” Francis said, his smile radiating warmth.

”You know my brother, huh? How was he?” I asked curiously.

”The Young Lord was someone truly attentive and caring,” Francis began with a pained expression. ”He would wake up early every morning to greet us in the training field, and he would often train with us in swordsmanship. He befriended many of us, and he felt like a son or a younger brother to us.”

”But you failed to protect him,” I said coldly.

”Indeed... Lord Connor was deeply concerned for his family. He would secretly assign some of us to ensure the safety of his sister and mother, even though I suspect Lady Alea was aware of it. But... Lord Connor was also a very emotional person. A few years after you ʼleftʼ due to the danger and your near-fatal experience, everything within your family began to fall apart. Lord Kleines was desperately searching for answers about what had happened to you and who was responsible, but he was also killed a few months later, leaving no clues. Lord Connor became more mature after that day and started investigating quietly into what had happened to his younger brother and father. Some of us were assisting him in this endeavor... Itʼs our failure... we couldnʼt protect Milord,” Francis said through gritted teeth.

I remained silent for a moment before sighing. ”I donʼt blame you. I failed too, just last year, losing people dear to me. But...” My tone turned neutral. ”I wonʼt make the same mistake twice, Francis.”

”Yes... I wonʼt either, Milord.”

”Good. Now tell me about what might have led to my brotherʼs death.”

”Milord…?”

”I know you likely have no information. Mother is also searching desperately, but sheʼs reluctant to involve me,” I sighed, understanding her concerns. ”However, I need to know for the sake of my familyʼs safety.”

I knew there was a vast conspiracy that led to my departure from the island at the age of four, my fatherʼs death, and my brotherʼs death. It all seemed to point to Sancta Vedelia, and I was determined to uncover the truth and exact revenge this year. There was no mention of anything like this in the Game, so I had no prior knowledge about it. Furthermore, in the Game, I destroyed the Olphean House even before the Game began, so the enemy remained unknown to me. But I was certain they were within Sancta Vedelia.

They tried to eliminate me for some reason and failed. When Father tried to unravel the truth, he was killed. And eventually, when my brother sought answers, he met the same fate.

I will never accept this.

They wonʼt get away with me.