How a Villain Defies Destiny Chapter 133

The reality was completely different.

 

We had only vaguely guessed what lay ahead based on the information gained through repeated regressions. Neither Selene nor I had any actual foresight abilities.

 

Especially now, with various variables thrown into the mix since I possessed this body, it had become impossible to predict even a moment into the future.

 

Just the incident where Selene unintentionally absorbed Lord Huluppu’s divine power and caused a major event was proof enough of that.

 

However, Fenrir was unaware of these circumstances. 

 

Moreover, since there had been incidents that were resolved by seemingly using foresight, it made sense for him to bring it up as evidence.

 

The incident in Dilbat was something even the Pope and the High Priest were aware of.

 

There had been plenty of witnesses, so it should be enough to strengthen Fenrir’s trust, or so I thought as I opened my mouth to speak.

 

“Thanks to Laura’s foresight, we were able to prevent a great disaster where a dragon destroyed an entire city with magic.”

 

Right on cue, Yves brought up the event and chimed in, and I nodded in agreement.

 

“That’s right. Though it’s not something I can use freely at will, and I haven’t had any clear visions of the future since then, so I thought it had disappeared.”

 

[Hmm…]

 

Fenrir still looked doubtful, but he didn’t interrupt me.

 

“But that ability shifted into a subtle form in my dreams. Instead of foresight, I was able to see past events.”

 

I vaguely described Selene’s memories, I had seen through the screen in the darkness—Of course, only the past from this current life, excluding any previous regressions.

 

[So what you’re saying is, that strange space is linked to your unique ability, and because you met Lady Astarte in that space, you’re claiming it wasn’t a dream but something real?]

 

Fenrir, who had been listening intently, calmly summarized the long explanation to confirm whether he had understood it correctly, then asked again with composure.

 

“That’s right.”

 

“If it’s true, then it’s an astonishing matter. Since the birth of the Oath of the Gods, this would be the first time someone has a unique ability to directly meet a god.”

 

Fortunately, it seemed Fenrir was beginning to be persuaded, at least a little, after previously assuming I had been hallucinating or mistaken.

 

I seized the moment, planning to ride the momentum and bring up the story about meeting the goddess Astarte, but before I could, Fenrir’s voice rang out in my mind.

 

“But the god who first granted you their blessing…”

 

Strangely, Fenrir, who had been muttering like he was talking to himself, suddenly trailed off mid-sentence.

 

He even seemed to ignore me as I stood there staring at him in confusion, furrowing his brows deeply, lost in some deep contemplation.

 

“Is there a problem with the god who blessed me?”

 

It was especially unsettling because he suddenly went silent while bringing up the god whose name I still didn’t even know.

 

It made me all the more uneasy.

 

“Although… Lord Huluppu did once advise that it might be best not to know too much about that god…”

 

I was about to let it go, but felt a lingering discomfort. 

 

Watching Fenrir’s expression, I carefully asked, “Is something wrong?”

 

“No, it’s nothing. Ahem… more importantly, tell me what kind of conversation you had with Lady Astarte.”

 

Fenrir gave an obviously forced cough and clumsily changed the subject. His awkward demeanor clearly suggested he was hiding something, but recalling Huluppu’s warning, I decided not to press the matter.

 

“Alright.”

 

I simply pushed the questions circling in my mind to the side and slowly began to speak.

 

In the dreamscape filled with nothing but darkness, I began recounting the encounter with the goddess Astarte, who resembled Yves.

However, since our original conversation had been short, and I had left out Selene’s regression issue, the entire story ended up so brief it was hardly worth calling a tale at all.

 

It could be summed up in a single, clean sentence.

 

“So, Lady Astarte gave you a divine message to go find a dragon you already know of?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And that’s why you suddenly asked me whether I knew anything about dragons?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Alright. Then I’ll help too. So, which dragon is it?”

 

“I already mentioned it earlier when I explained about the foresight.”

 

Yes, I had.

 

The only dragon I knew.

 

The one that had appeared in the game, shrouded in mystery aside from its species, and had to be faced every time because it played a key role in an essential event — the dragon that attacked Dilbat.

 

“The one that tried to destroy a human city using magic?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Any other distinguishing traits?”

 

“None.”

 

“…What?”

 

Fenrir’s light blue eyes, looking up at me, were filled with clear disbelief.

 

“Come on, enough with the bad jokes. Tell me properly.”

 

“That’s really all I know. All I ever saw was it spamming magic from the sky. That’s it.”

 

This was the truth, without even a hint of exaggeration.

 

Despite encountering it repeatedly in the original game, the only information I had was that the dragon attacked Dilbat during a specific point in time and only used magic — not even a single breath attack.

 

“Honestly, I never had to think deeply about the dragon during gameplay.”

 

It made sense, though — in those kinds of games, a character’s significance could often be guessed from their design.

 

For example, someone like Endymion’s aide, who couldn’t be pursued romantically but still played a major role in the story, was most likely to be designed with attractive features.

 

In contrast, the dragon that appeared in Dilbat was depicted only as a pitch-black shadow, without even a standing CG.

 

“It had no name, no lines, and didn’t even show its face—of course I assumed it was just a background extra.”

 

On top of that, I had also been influenced by a full-clear review written by another player that I came across while looking for strategies.

 

Players who posted game walkthroughs were usually incredibly persistent.

 

They would obsessively dig into even the most seemingly pointless parts, needing to uncover every overlooked hint and hidden Easter egg before they could be satisfied.

 

Naturally, a dragon that appeared in a main event would have been worth investigating.

 

However, the review I found didn’t contain any side stories related to the dragon—just a lament that not even a teaser for the next series or an Easter egg had been discovered.

 

“So I naturally assumed it was just a plot device to awaken Selene’s powers.”

 

I had thought it was simply meant to highlight the heroine’s amazing abilities in recovering from a catastrophe on the level of a natural disaster.

 

As I retraced the game’s storyline, I fell deep into thought.

 

“Did you remember something?”

 

Fenrir’s voice reached me, tinged with hope. He must have assumed my long silence meant I had recalled some important clue.

 

“No.”

 

I felt sorry to disappoint him, but I honestly shook my head. Nothing at all came to mind.

 

“By any chance, did anything I said remind you of someone, Fenrir?”

 

“Even though the number of dragons is small, just saying one attacked a human city with magic isn’t nearly enough for me to know who it is.”

 

I wasn’t really expecting anything, so I wasn’t disappointed—but unexpectedly, Fenrir looked disheartened.

 

“If only Huluppu were here… he would’ve figured it out right away.”

 

Well, with his ability to observe everything happening in the world through his roots, Huluppu surely would have figured out which dragon fit the description right away.

 

“Huluppu…”

 

Thinking of Huluppu, who still hadn’t regained consciousness, seemed to sadden Fenrir all over again.

 

To comfort him, I gently began speaking.

 

“Don’t worry too much. Seeing how his roots are steadily growing, Lord Huluppu should be waking up soon.”

 

Right now, Huluppu looked no different from an ordinary tree, just as Yves had described.
But I could clearly feel it—

 

Even at this very moment, while we were talking, his roots were continuing to grow without hesitation.

 

Fenrir’s eyes widened in surprise.

 

“Didn’t you say you couldn’t sense divine power?”

 

“It must be thanks to the increase in my divine power—I can sense it now. Oh, come to think of it, I forgot to tell you.”

 

Suddenly recalling that Fenrir had stepped away before I spoke privately with Selene, I began to explain what had happened in the private prayer room.

 

“After you left, in the private prayer room—”

 

“I know about that.”

 

But he cut me off before I could even start the explanation, as if he already knew everything.

 

“How?”

 

I was the one who ended up startled. I had no idea how he could possibly know.

 

“The one next to you brought you there after you collapsed.”

 

Fenrir’s gaze shifted toward Yves, a strangely weary look in his eyes.

 

“Sir Yves?”

 

“Yes. He kept insisting something was wrong with you, even after I told him multiple times that you were fine. It was a real headache.”