The Villain Can't Lose

There was an important person in the novel who was supposed to appear after three years from now on.

But I couldn't wait for that to happen and needed it now.

"Zuri, could you find out about a person named Ace Hildon?" I took a step back and asked her.

Her reaction surprised me, but still, I continued.

"He will be someone who will appear after three years from now and I want to know as much as I possibly can about him," I didn't hesitate.

I needed to meet him before all those events and get him on my side. If he was willing to become a help to me, then he could be considered my best ally right now.

I had no idea where this guy was from whatsoever, but I knew that I had to meet him as soon as I could.

I didn't really care about his appearance, all I wanted was to know more about his personality and abilities.

[I'll find it for you,] she assured before closing her eyes once more, [give me a day.]

With her last sentence, she vanished into thin air in an instant leaving me amazed, 'that surely was fast...'

I really liked the way this situation was going so far. I was simply gathering every single of the protagonist's allies in the story on my side, but that was not it, the villains were also someone I needed even more on my side too.

Finishing the soup, I placed the empty bowl on my desk and called Serenu to pick it up, but then I heard a loud noise at the entrance of the mansion. I went closer to the white-painted window and looked through it.

Through the gate, I could see a black carriage with golden wheels and the symbol of a white dragon enter, and the symbol was something that I knew very well, I could recognize it anywhere and at any time.

"Irene!" My eyes widened as my jaw dropped, it was the one and only Irene herself.

She was standing next to the driver of the carriage and waving to the maid in front of her.

She was Rowen's older sister and also the one who died after Rowen was possessed by the demon.

Irene had a kind expression on her face, the type that no one could talk bad about her even if they wanted to.

Her round cheeks and those short blue hair that reached her slim shoulders only made her look so innocent.

While I watched her, she suddenly stopped and turned around slowly. She stood there for a long time as if she was waiting for something, "What are you waiting for?" I mumbled as I kept looking at her.

After a few minutes of silence, she then walked inside the mansion.

Maybe she was waiting for the twins to greet her, as I'm sure that it wasn't me whom she wanted to see the most.

Irene's and Rowen's relationship wasn't the best to be considered but they did get along. And after many years, Irene was the one who found a way to cancel the contract with a demon, but Rowen refused it.

I was sure that I wouldn't need it as well since I was going to destroy that demon as soon as it tried to enter my body.

But Irene was always against violence, she was the one who always allowed Rowen to act as arrogant as he wanted but silently reported everything to Herena, their mother.

"I need her," I whispered to myself as I walked away from the window back to the chair.

I needed her fast thinking and genius mind.

Irene was one of the smartest people in the academy right now, and her intelligence was the reason why she was chosen by Dante to become his partner, yeah the very Dante.

But I didn't want to think about that now.

I needed her now, I needed her help not only with this mission but also with her power because I knew that she would be able to use magic and her abilities to their full potential in a matter of time.

Thinking it through, I rushed downstairs and right into the hallways of the mansion's main building.

By the time I arrived on the main staircase, I saw that everyone was gathered around and talking.

Irene was leading the conversation, of course, and I could almost hear her saying 'tell me about Rowen!'

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom I felt like a little boy, being ignored by all these servants surrounding her.

She was liked by everyone in this place even though how shy she was before she left for the academy.

One month after entering it, she had changed completely, and the author didn't tell us why in the book, so I guessed that was on my own to figure it out.

I and Irene shared one thing though; our dark past and the never-ending hate towards Hector.

"Irene..." I spoke slowly while walking down the stairs.

She turned around and looked at me, "What is it?" She asked me softly.

The corners of her lips lifted and I could see her beautiful smile from a few steps away, "How was the trip back?" I asked her in return.

Her smile vanished immediately and her eyebrows wrinkled together, "It was horrible."

She continued bitterly, "there were storms and rivers that were too wide to cross, so we had to find another way around them."

"I'm sorry," I replied and bowed my head, "I heard that you had a nice time in the capital though."

"How could I possibly enjoy such a boring city? There is nothing there except the castle and the academy." She shrugged her shoulders, pursing her lips.

"You should have seen it when you were a child, the fountain that was built by the crown and those other buildings that were built by the previous owners," I remembered how Rowen used to spend hours playing with her outside, on the grass around the palace and all the other buildings.

"Maybe you should visit it again someday," she mumbled, staring at the floor.

"Why don't you walk with me, I'll take you to your room," I looked her in the eyes as I slowly picked up her suitcase from the ground, "and you can rest on the bed there."

She smiled at me and asked, "You really think that I should go to sleep after such a long journey?" While continuing after a laugh, "it's late already, I think you should have dinner first."

I nodded with a simple smile, "Yes, I agree with you."

"I agree too!" An old and annoying voice spoke from afar, as I turned in to see who was speaking, my fist around the suitcase's handle tightened as my jaw clenched on its own, "Hector..."

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