Villain Ch 308. BattleGoddess

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room shifted from casual excitement to tense anticipation. The unexpected appearance of a player in their private guild hall left everyone perplexed.

“Can a player enter here?” Allen asked, seeking confirmation from Shea. He couldn’t wrap his head around how this could happen.

“Should not,” Shea said confidently, furrowing her brow in deep thought. “It’s highly improbable for a player to enter here without authorization.”

“Does that mean…” Vivian muttered, her eyes widening with realization. The truth was dawning upon them, and they already knew who this intruder was.

Allen took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “It seems she is more impatient than I thought. We should welcome her then,” he said, trying to hide the exhaustion in his voice. He knew this confrontation was inevitable.

They left the throne room with mixed emotions and exchanged glances filled with anticipation. Allen was mentally preparing himself for the upcoming encounter with this player.

As they stepped into the yard, their eyes immediately fell upon the player standing in front of the gate. Her long silver hair flowed like liquid metal, catching the light and giving her an ethereal aura. The silver armor she wore was intricately designed, emphasizing her status as an advanced class of swordsman—a knight. The armor hugged her body, accentuating her lithe and athletic figure. 𝘰𝑣𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Her eyes were a piercing shade of blue, filled with determination and an unwavering sense of purpose. Her gaze was fixed on Allen, and it was evident that she was here for a specific reason. The rapier at her waist indicated that she favored speed and precision in her battles, and her posture suggested that she was always ready for action.

Above her head, in bold letters, the name “BattleGoddess” floated, signifying her in-game identity.

“Good afternoon, Miss. What brings you to our headquarters?” Allen greeted her politely, his tone steady and composed. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and wariness, unsure of BattleGoddess’s intentions.

But instead of answering, BattleGoddess turned to him and started walking towards him with a purposeful stride. Allen’s heart raced slightly, and he instinctively prepared his skills, ready to defend himself if needed. After all, he was the villain, and any player didn’t need to send a formal duel invitation to challenge him.

To his surprise, she stopped just a few feet away from him and looked at him intently. Her piercing blue eyes bore into his, studying him with keen interest. It was as if she was trying to read his soul, searching for something that was hidden beneath the surface. Her gaze lingered on his face, examining his features in detail, but she made no move to draw her sword.

The silence stretched between them, and Allen could feel the tension in the air. He resisted the urge to fidget under her scrutiny, trying to maintain his composure.

The girls stood side by side, watching the strange encounter between Allen and BattleGoddess with both curiosity and concern. Vivian couldn’t help but whisper to Shea, “What is she doing? Is she going to attack him?”

Shea shook her head, her eyes still fixed on BattleGoddess. “I don’t know. Like I said before, she’s a little weird. But it doesn’t seem like she’s here to cause any harm,” Shea replied in a low voice, trying to decipher the intentions behind BattleGoddess’s actions.

Satisfied observing him, BattleGoddess stopped in front of Allen and extended her hand with a satisfied smile on her face. “Emma Goldborne,” she suddenly introduced herself out of the blue. Her confidence was striking, and despite the peculiar circumstances, she made it all seem perfectly normal.

Allen hesitated for a moment before accepting her hand. “Allen Grayblight,” he introduced himself, his confusion evident in his expression. He couldn’t help but wonder what this encounter was all about. They were in a game, after all, and players rarely introduced themselves so formally, especially in such a tense situation.

“Nice to meet you, Allen,” she greeted, her smile still present. Then she turned her attention to Shea and Zoe. “Ah, you must be Mrs. Shea and Miss. Zoe,” she said.

She walked over to them and observed their characters, examining the details of their appearances before flashing them a warm smile. “Ah, they followed my suggestion to attach more wings for your horns,” she said to Shea, referring to the aesthetic customization options in the game.

Shea raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the comment but quickly composed herself. “And I could say this is a nice accessory,” she replied, choosing to respond diplomatically to the unexpected remark.

Emma chuckled, clearly pleased with the response. “I know, right? It adds a unique touch to your character,” she said with genuine enthusiasm.

“So, what brings you here, Miss Emma?” asked Allen, his formal tone betraying the curiosity swirling inside him. The fact that Emma could bypass the game’s mechanisms and enter their headquarters indicated she held more power and authority than them.

Emma turned to him, her silver hair shimmering in the virtual sunlight. “I just wanted to say hello to you,” she replied with a lightness in her voice as if this were the most ordinary encounter.

“I see,” Allen responded, trying to maintain composure despite the wonder and intrigue inside his head. He couldn’t help but wonder why someone of her stature would seek them out in such an informal manner.

Luckily, just as the group was grappling with the unexpected presence, help appeared in the form of another character who materialized nearby.

“Miss, you can’t be here. This is against the rules,” Kafra said sternly to Emma.

Emma, undeterred by the warning, turned to face Kafra with a slight pout on her lips. “Did my father send you or that annoying CEO?” she asked in a tone laced with annoyance.

“It was your father,” Kafra responded, maintaining a serious demeanor. “He also ordered me to log you out by force if necessary. I’m here to warn you that you shouldn’t be in this restricted area.”

“Log me out by force?! Th—” Emma’s eyes widened in disbelief, her frustration evident in her tone. Before she could finish her retort, her avatar suddenly vanished from the virtual world.

The unexpected encounter with BattleGoddess, or rather, Emma Goldborne, had left the group bewildered and amused.

“Sorry for the interruption. Please continue whatever you are doing. I will excuse myself,” Kafra’s polite voice rang out before her avatar vanished from sight.

They all exchanged glances, still processing the peculiar chain of events. Larissa couldn’t help but vocalize the collective sentiment. “What the hell just happened?” she muttered with a cringe.

“She’s quite the character,” Zoe commented, finding the whole situation strangely intriguing.

“Told ya, she is childish,” Shea chimed in, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

Allen, who had remained composed throughout the encounter, let out another deep breath. “I can only hope she doesn’t get us into trouble,” he said with a mix of concern and amusement.