Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss

The hooves of the horses thundered down the road but this time, it wasn't the smooth, well trodden path that led to the palace.

Ren's jaw was hurting from all the clenching he'd been doing as they rode towards the Underwood Estate, having teleported straight from the capital.

He could've teleported with Thorn straight to Lilith's room, but this wasn't a personal visit. Seeking aid from the king wasn't the only task he'd been given by his father.

His mind went back to Lord Rosefield's offer. Aid in exchange for the barony. If they wanted aid, there was nothing they could do.

This wasn't earth where one could go viral on social media and use public opinion to reach the president. Here, the way to reach the king is to go through those around him and right now, Ren had no point of contact between him and the king.

If Lord Rosefield waited until the Ross family was destroyed before acting, there would be no real consequences if he is able to stop the barbarians from going further than that. And from what he'd seen from the brief meeting with the man, Lord Rosefield probably had an elite squad of Rank 5 Knights on standby.

Will his father accept the deal if it meant protecting his people? Definitely. Will Darius give up the land? Maybe.

"We're here!" Thorn's voice cut through his thoughts as they thundered to the gate of the estate. They were quickly let through to the courtyard, where Sir Aldric, castellan of the castle, was waiting.

"Lord Terence?" The man asked, surprised. "What's going on?"

It was pretty common knowledge that Ren visited by teleportation. For him to come through the gates on a horse, something had to be very, very wrong.

"Sir Aldric." Ren and Thorn dismounted urgently. "I need to see Lord Underwood. The northern border has been breached."

"My word!" The man didn't need to be told twice. "Come with me!"

Their footsteps echoed in the halls as he led them straight to Lord Underwood's study.

"Err…" The man looked back. "Lord Underwood is not in a very… presentable state. You'll have to wait a bit before he arrives."

Ren remembered the last time he'd seen the man. Would he be in a state to help them? Why were House Ross' only options in this state when they needed them the most?

"We'll wait." Ren said as they reached the study.

Sir Aldric opened the door and led them inside. "Wait here."

Ren watched the man leave before turning to the large desk in the room. He stood there, Thorn beside him, waiting.

They both stood in silence, Thorn's feet tapping a fast rhythm on the ground and Ren's mind running in circles as it tried to come up with a way to pass through this war with negligible losses. There was none.

Minutes later, the door swung open and their head snapped up to it. Lord Underwood shuffled in, looking like he'd seen better days.

There were bags under his eyes and the whites in them had blood streaks in them, making it look eerie when coupled with his already crimson eyes. His posture was hunched, and he looked haggard.

"Ren?" He staggered into the room, obviously drunk, but not enough to completely rob him of his faculties. "What are you doing here?"

"My lord." Ren turned to the man, expression serious. "The northern border has been breached by a barbarian host. House Ross requests aid from its friend and ally, House Underwood."

"The border?" The man chuckled, swaying slightly as he dropped into his chair. "The barbarians? Those weak barbarians? Abram doesn't need my help. He'll take care of it, easy peasy."

"My lord." Ren stepped closer, his voice dropping as he spoke urgently. "The barbarian host had dragons. Dragons!" He hissed. "They killed Knight commander Arlen! We need aid, my lord!"

"Nope." The man yawned. "You don't need aid. I need aid. My son. Octavian. I need soldiers to find him."

As the words left his mouth, his demeanor changed. He slumped into himself even more, burying his face in his hands. "My Tavi! My Octavian. Where is he?"

Fuck.

Ren cursed in the privacy of his own mind. At this point, he was in a hell of his own making. Six months ago, he'd taken action. And now, he was reaping the consequences.

If he had never taken the bet against Vesper, Lose Rosefield wouldn't have a reason to withhold help from them. And if he'd just let Octavian go, Lord Underwood wouldn't be in this state.

If the barbarians killed everyone due to a lack of reinforcements, their blood would be on his arms.

His fingers dug into his palm, almost drawing blood with how tight his grip was. He stepped forward and slammed his fist on the desk, startling Lord Underwood. The man's eyes were wide as he stared at Ren.

"Octavian is missing. But what about your wife? What about your three daughters? What about your friend Abram? What about me? Your daughter's fiance? Do you want to lose even more?!" He snarled.

"You couldn't do anything about Octavian, but look! A chance has been brought before you! To do the right thing! To make sure that what happened to Octavian doesn't happen to someone else. So you don't lose more people that you care about."

"Are you going to sit there, wallowing? Or will you get up, rally your troops, AND FIGHT?!"

The silence that filled the room was only broken by Ren's ragged breathing as he stared down at Lord Underwood.

The man stared at Ren with wide eyes, all traces of intoxication gone from his face. A few seconds later, he blinked rapidly, shame covering his face. "You're right." He whispered.

"You're right." He looked up at Ren, this time with conviction shining in his eyes.

"You're right!" He stood, eyes blazing. "I won't lose anyone else! My friend has called for aid and House Underwood will answer!"

Without waiting for Ren, he strode out of the room. "ALRIC!" He bellowed, his voice filling the hallway. "WE'RE GOING TO WAR!"