A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Tough Battle (1)

“Your Majesty confessed your love to Deculein,” Rohakan said.

The blunt and unrestrained voice of Rohakan shattered the fragile stillness that cloaked the darkened chamber.

“... What,” Sophien murmured.

It wasn’t confusion, but sheer disbelief—a statement so outlandish it left her momentarily stunned. The crimson glow of the moon poured through the window, washing over Sophien’s face like a soft blush.

“You, lower than filth—I’ll rip apart that mouth spewing such lunacy,” Sophien growled, advancing toward Rohakan with wide, unblinking eyes, her body swaying like a specter, a ghostly aura coiling ominously around her.

At that moment...

“Your Majesty! It’s Gawain!”

Outside, the shouts of the approaching knights rang out loudly, and just beyond the chamber door, they paced restlessly, their footsteps scraping the floor in a rhythm of anxious impatience.

“Your Majesty! If you remain silent, we will be forced to—”

“Stand down,” Sophien commanded. “If you dare set foot in my chamber, all of you will face execution. Leave at once.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. My deepest apologies. The sudden surge of mana compelled us to act...”

“There is nothing to worry about.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I shall obey.”

The fading footsteps on the stairs echoed from the distance, leaving the space steeped in silence. Sophien turned her eyes back to Rohakan, who was once again shrouded in the embrace of shadows.

Click—

Rohakan switched on the light, illuminating the chamber into brightness and exposing his face. However, he looked far younger than before; the deep wrinkles that once marked his features had disappeared, leaving his skin smooth and devoid of any hint of his former age.

"Did you sell your soul to a demon? That ridiculous claim about seeing the future, and now your unnaturally youthful face—if that’s the price, it would explain everything," Sophien said.

"How could I dare to do such a thing, Your Majesty... Tch."

At that moment, Rohakan clicked his tongue, and in an instant, the Runic Binding that Sophien had used to restrain him dissolved into nothingness.

“This much formality is unbearable. Far too uncomfortable, I’d say,” Rohakan said, sitting down, his posture as relaxed and irreverent as it had been in the past. “Let’s put an end to this. In the laws of the desert, there’s no place for such formalities—no matter if you’ve become an Empress. It’s been a long time, Sophien.”

Bloodshot veins surfaced in the eyes of Sophien. While she often dismissed formalities and decorum as tedious, the audacity of someone displaying such flagrant disrespect before the Empress of all beings drove her anger to boil over.

“The only reason I’m not killing you this very moment is that, to some degree, you’ve managed to pique my interest,” Sophien said.

Rohakan observed the subtle yet unmistakable aura of murderous intent that seemed to ripple around Sophien.

“However, unfortunately, I am not in a pleasant mood. Be mindful that my curiosity does not give way to the urge to end your life. From this moment forward, speak only to answer my questions.”

The child who was once so small has become such a stern and commanding ruler, Rohakan thought, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

“Rohakan, did you truly glimpse the future?” Sophien asked.

"That is correct. It means that my time in this world is nearing its end. It seems I have the peculiar attribute of my talents blossoming all the more as my remaining days dwindle," Rohakan replied.

The Final Radiance—an attribute that brought brilliance to the twilight of Rohakan’s life.

"The sun shines brightest just before it sets. My death is just around the corner, and right now, I might even surpass Demakan in greatness," Rohakan said with audacity as he dared to speak Demakan's name.

Although it was such an audacious remark, Sophien could sense it instinctively and see the vibrant essence coursing through Rohakan’s entire being, along with the glimmer of transcendental enlightenment in his eyes.

“To satisfy your curiosity, I will say this—Sophien, you will come to love Deculein,” Rohakan said, his smile curling at the corners of his lips.

Sophien closed her eyes for a moment, but even those few words ignited a searing heat within her. An unstoppable rush of blood pounded at the crown of her head, an unfamiliar sensation she couldn’t quite place. Out of the countless cycles of death and rebirth, she could not recall ever feeling so enraged.

Rohakan continued, “Sophien, I cannot imagine how someone like you could ever come to love another. Perhaps even you don’t know it yourself. However...”

Then, a faint smile touched Rohakan’s lips.

“I saw the look on your face as you confessed your love to Deculein. Sophien, you were fumbling with emotions you had never experienced before in your life, and—”

"Shut the fuck up with that nonsense! Do you believe such childish fantasies of romance could still remain within me?" Sophien snapped.

“It seems it did remain... like a lone blossom,” Rohakan replied.

With a cold expression, she narrowed her eyes in disdain, tilted her head slightly, and in a voice laced with quiet menace, Sophien asked, “Is that the only reason you risked your life to stand before me? To warn me about some impossible emotion that could never take root within me?”

Rohakan locked his eyes on Sophien for a moment before letting out a bitter smile, shaking his head, and saying, “Sophien, you must already know.”

The tone of Rohakan gradually deepened, settling into quietude.

“Everyone who walks alongside you meets misfortune. Not a single one is spared.”

Sophien's murderous intent faded, and the hard edge in her eyes eased ever so slightly, trembling for the briefest moment.

“That is the curse you were born with. Knowing this, you chose to keep Kreto at a distance. And it is for that very reason that I had to take your mother’s life.”

Rohakan's eyes fell on the table before him, where a snow globe stood.

“I did not come here to warn you about your emotions. I came here to protect that boy, Deculein.”

As Rohakan spoke of Deculein, his thoughts turned to the man himself—a man who had once been without talent, despised by his own father, and left with nothing to his name but the fragile remnants of his pride.

However, through sheer effort alone, he climbed to his position, earning acclaim for saving his mentor’s life and discovering the exceptional talent of Epherene.

Guided only by his unique insight, he uncovered the truth—that the true threat to this world was not the Scarletborn, but the Altar.

“Of course, I’ve done little for him as his mentor, and he, in turn, has done nothing but take from me. But even so, he is one of the few I can call my protégé.”

Sophien remained silent.

“In a life without children, with nothing left but death waiting on the horizon, if there is still a purpose to be found, it must lie in doing something for the sake of my protégé.”

Rohakan quietly looked at Sophien, a daughter of Crebaim, yet burdened with a fate that marked her as something apart from humanity—a child born to carry a curse as heavy as iron, a monster bound by her own tragic destiny.

“The danger in you loving Deculein lies not in the love itself, but in the fact that you are the one who loves, and that is what makes it dangerous.”

The mana within Sophien began to ripple through the air, and the electric lights slowly faded, surrendering to the crimson glow of the moon spilling into the chamber like liquid fire.

“Sophien, you must never let yourself love anyone.”

Rohakan slowly replayed the fragments of the future he had seen in the depths of his mind.

“You gave your heart to Deculein...”

One day, whether in the distant future or one not so far away, Sophien would give her heart to Deculein. However, as time continued its inevitable progression...

“You killed him with your own hands.”

Rohakan had seen Sophien take Deculein’s life with her own hands.

“I cannot stand by and simply watch it come to pass—that is why I speak to you now.”

Sophien stared at him with indifferent eyes, devoid of any trace of emotion.

“Sophien, if you really care for Deculein, or should you come to love him, I have a favor to ask of you.”

The atmosphere thickened, a weighty current wrapping around the two, attaching to their very skin, while a suffocating silence descended, merging with the shadows that swallowed the room.

“Please, keep your distance from him,” Rohakan concluded.

Even then, the Empress's expression remained unchanged, as if she were untouched by the weight of the moment.

“Is that what you call protecting Deculein? By talking out of your hat?” Sophien asked.

“I came here at the risk of my own life, didn’t I?” Rohakan said with a bright smile.

... Though I speak like this, there is one last thing I must give to Deculein, Rohakan thought.

"Well, I shall take my leave."

“Stop right there. Do you think you can escape whenever you please?” Sophien said, muttering the runic language directly at Rohakan.

“There is no need to rush, Sophien,” Rohakan said with a single wave of his hand, dispelling her runic language as if it were a mere thread of smoke.

The neck of the continent's most infamous criminal, the dimming embers of an old man's waning life.

“We will meet again before long.”

Rohakan chose to offer his final breath to Deculein.

***

... In the Northern Region of Rekordak, the southern advance of the demonic beasts ramped up with unstoppable intensity.

The automatic crossbows on top of the walls had run out of arrows, the mages were drained of mana, and the knights and prisoners beyond the wall fared no better. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

“Hmph. Then you will probably meet your end here—or rather, it will be Deculein who binds you to your fate.”

“Hmph! And yet, I hear Deculein dines on all kinds of fine delicacies in the comfort of his mansion.”

“... Hmph.”