I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 482: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [21] Brísingamen Again



"What are your thoughts on Utopia, Princess?"

Grukel asked as he and Alvara strolled through the bustling streets of the Utopian City escorted by Utopian Elite Knights trailing behind at a cautious distance.

"Nothing," Alvara replied curtly. She didn't bother to mask the contempt in her expression.

Grukel chuckled softly at her brusque answer.

"I must extend my deepest apologies for the incident in Vanadias. The Behemoth's attack was never our intention. We had merely tasked them to ensure Princess Bryelle's safe passage to Utopia as a measure of goodwill in our agreement. Unfortunately, it seems they had...other plans."

"Spare me your lies. You may deceive my elder brother with such hollow words, but I am not as naive as he is."

Her voice dripped with contempt, and her composed demeanor cracked just enough to reveal the simmering anger beneath the result of what happened to Bryelle. She didn't believe for a moment that Utopia had intended to keep Bryelle alive. To her, it was obvious-they would have been equally content with her alive or dead, so long as it suited their agenda.

"I assure you, Princess, I speak with the utmost sincerity. I do hope the young princess is safe and unharmed."

His tone was gentle, but his words felt barbed, probing for information. Alvara's eyes narrowed further, her instincts screaming that his concern was more like a calculated maneuver to discern Bryelle's current whereabouts.

"Now, now," Grukel continued, raising a hand as if to calm the rising tension. "There's no need to be so wary of us, Your Highness. Especially not when you are soon to become a part of Utopia. His Majesty has high hopes for you."

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