The Villain Reborn as Game's Final Boss

I didn’t interrupt Nemur’s laugh, though I had quickly become bored by it.

Anyone in my shoes would have said the same, as I didn’t think anyone would enjoy an old man laughing creepily before their eyes, and that too, when no joke had been cracked throughout the entirety of their conversation.

"Kael Frost... to talk like that in my presence, either you are some genius or a completely idiotic fool."

"..."

"If you ask me, I would surely lean towards the second outcome."

"..."

Nemur had now stopped laughing, though the words he was uttering at the moment weren’t something that I could enjoy listening to.

Every cell in my body screamed to take out my sword, and behead the ugly head before me.

Only after making that ball of flesh and bones roll on the floor, would I feel some sense of satisfaction.

Though my thoughts were as such, I was sane enough to understand who I was sitting before.

Controlling the train of my thoughts—

"No sane person would be a fool to speak such words in my presence or in the presence of any Sovereign. Even a mere Diamond Core would be enough to snuff out your life, yet here you are, acting all high and mighty."

Nemur pretended to wipe the corner of his eyes, as he focused his gaze on me.

"Now I can’t help but feel this urge to test your limits and see that backup option of yours... something that is allowing you to carry yourself with such confidence."

Maybe, I had gone a little far with my words.

Honestly, I didn’t think Nemur would be petty enough to be offended by my words, like the other people in positions of power.

But maybe... I had misjudged his temperament.

"Were you hurt by my words."

It was time to use the softest version of diplomacy but with a twist of my own.

The air around me seemed to have frozen as Nemur narrowed his eyes while staring into mine.

I felt my body stiffening the moment Nemur’s entire focus was on me.

He must have been doing it purposefully, as I didn’t consider myself weak enough to be influenced by the subconscious will of others.

"I must apologize if my words sounded rude or... inappropriate to you."

I uttered the last words in a slow manner, stressing their importance to Nemur.

"I was just hoping to secure her admission before leaving for the Levaith Duchy, so it would have been a great help to me if you could speed up the process—"

"Stop it."

An emotionless voice made me pause at the end, though I didn’t show even the slightest hint of being intimidated by it.

Looking at Nemur, I had a strong feeling that his patience had reached its limits.

My apology seemed to have irked him further.

Though I wasn’t afraid of him... antagonizing the headmaster of Namda served no purpose for me.

Having a good relation with him, or at least a neutral relation, was far better than getting on his bad side.

The thought of having to control my words only because I didn’t want to waste the benefits that I could derive from the man before me left a disgustingly bitter taste in my mouth.

I didn’t like when someone’s position or power was the reason behind my decisions.

My choices had to be mine with no interference in them whatsoever, but clearly that wasn’t the case here.

Sigh.

Still, I was practical enough to understand what was at stake, and what I had to do to remedy—

"I hope this girl would be the last one."

"She would."

I was quick with my answer, as I knew that Nemur didn’t like bending his own rules.

Once or twice could be considered his limit, and anything more than that could trigger a backlash that would be a hassle for me to deal with.

And honestly, who would I even want to be admitted here?

Sophie was just a variable that had to be kept in my vicinity.

Looking at Nemur, he seemed to be in deep thought, so I sat patiently waiting for his train of thought to end.

The headmaster seemed to have returned to his natural self, as I didn’t feel any signs of instability in his emotions.

"Is there anything else?"

Taking Nemur’s question as the hint of him accepting Sophie’s admission, I stood up from my chair so as to leave the office—

"Actually there is something that I wanted to mention."

"..."

Though Nemur didn’t utter a single reply, his gaze was enough to feel the frustration trapped within his mind.

Being able to anger a Sovereign... maybe I had a talent for these things—

Hm?

The influence of Kael’s soul seemed to be far deeper than what I had assumed.

Or else such childish thoughts would have never sprouted in my mind.

"I hope Sophie is placed in my class. She has a good talent, and it would be a waste if the poor soul is left to her own devices. As her friend, I think it’s my responsibility to take care of her."

Saying the words, I didn’t wait for Nemur’s reply, as my legs moved on their own, leading me out of the room.

Click.

Closing the door, I let out a sigh, as a realization struck me like a bitter pill.

Kael... he had already begun to awaken during my conversation with Nemur, which was why my thoughts seemed to have changed and aligned into what Kael would have thought at the given point in time.

Sigh.

Maybe it really was the last time that I would be able to take control over the body while making Kael forget about the same.

Rewriting his memories to look like it had been him who had done everything was a challenging task, and the current situation made it even more difficult for me.

Though I would be able to manage it this time around.

Haa—

My thoughts felt slower and more foreign as Kael’s soul began to take back the control over his body—