Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 109: Sons Of Ross

Ren teleported into Lilith's room, her fingers still curled lightly around his from where they'd been holding hands.

She blinked as they arrived, her eyes flicking up to meet his with the softest of smiles.

"Are you really just going to leave me like this?" She asked, before a blush crawled upon her cheeks. "We can continue what we were doing before, you know."

"Don't worry." Ren smirked. "I'll be back before you miss me."

Lilith arched a brow. "I already miss you."

Ren chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss against her forehead. "Go have some fun. I'll see you soon."

And with that, he vanished, reappearing in his own room back at Ross Castle.

The moment his boots touched the floor, the door crashed open, and Thorn stepped in, his sword held at the ready.

The moment his eyes landed on Ren, he dropped it with a sigh. "I'm getting more sensitive to changes in information." He groaned.

"That's a good sign." Ren grinned. "It means you're getting closer and closer to Rank 3."

"Yeah " Thorn sheathed his sword before looking up with a frown at Ren's face. Specifically, the stupid smile that was still plastered across it.

He snorted. "Should I even ask?"

Ren stretched, grinning like an idiot. "Probably not."

Thorn folded his arms. "I swear, if you're glowing any harder, the sun's going to get jealous."

Ren laughed, shaking his head. "Jealousy is an ugly thing, Thorn. It doesn't look good on you."

Thorn rolled his eyes. "Right. Well, since you're clearly in no danger and back from your secret rendezvous, I'll be taking the rest of the day off. Try not to teleport off to anywhere that might get you killed while I'm gone."

Ren smirked. "No promises."

With a mock salute, Thorn turned and left, shutting the door behind him.

Still feeling lighter than air, Ren left his room and made his way to the training yard, humming a tune under his breath.

The castle grounds were alive with more activity than usual, a few Knights having taken on squires and running drills with them before they left for the border.

But Ren wasn't interested in them. Instead, his attention was drawn to the center of the yard where Felix and Darius were currently sparring.

Felix, who was dressed in stylish yet functional training attire, moved gracefully, his sword whipping through the air like he was dancing with it.

Darius on the other hand, stood there like a tree of brute strength wrapped in a mountain of muscle.

He didn't dodge much, and frankly, he didn't need to. His sword fell like boulders rushing down a mountain, forcing Felix to keep moving if he didn't want the match to end with a single hit.

Ren watched for a few minutes, admiring the way they moved. Two warriors with entirely different styles, yet equal in skill.

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They weren't fighting with their Bloodbinding enhancements or strength, only raw talent and experience.

A few minutes later, Felix disarmed Darius with a new skill he'd kept hidden, stepping back with a smug smirk. Darius huffed, shaking out his sore arm.

"Not bad." Darius admitted. "For someone who takes longer to pick out a shirt than he does a sword."

Felix tossed his hair dramatically. "One must look good while fighting, dear brother."

Ren clapped his hands as he approached. "That was impressive. Felix, congratulations on reaching Rank 4."

Felix grinned, flipping his sword theatrically. "Took long enough, didn't it?"

Darius smirked. "And yet, Ren will still tear you to shreds in a fight with just swords."

"Not like you'll fare any better. It'll take us both to defeat the little shit in a pure swordfight."

Darius turned to Ren with a playful grin. "Then, we should put it to the test. Maybe it'll make the shit a little less arrogant."

Ren smirked, adopting a mock arrogant look. "Oh? So you think it'll take the two of you to bring me down?"

Darius stepped forward with a grin, rolling his shoulders. "You're a cocky little brat. That's a yes."

Ren's smirk widened. "Alright then. Let's make this interesting. What are we betting?"

Felix tapped his chin. "Loser calls the winner master for a month."

Ren laughed. "You both get to call me master? You're going to regret that."

They moved into position, the three of them standing in a loose triangle and the duel began.

Felix moved first, his sword flashing towards Ren's side.

Ren twisted, barely dodging before Darius came from the other side, his sword swinging more like a hammer. Ren ducked, narrowly avoiding a hit that would have rattled his bones.

Felix didn't stop, his sword darting in lightning-fast, as if he wanted to wear Ren down with a thousand cuts.

While he did that, Darius came in like a storm. Ren danced between the two of them, his accumulated experience aided by Unfettered Enhancement coming in useful.

He deflected, countered, and dodged, never letting either of them land a single hit.

Felix's sword whistled through the air, aiming for Ren's shoulder. Ren caught it against his blade, twisting it to the side as Darius lunged forward with brute force.

He sidestepped his brother's attack, spun, and swatted him in the ribs with the flat of his blade.

Darius grunted, stumbling back, leaving Felix alone to face him.

Felix knew he had to end the fight as fast as he could, so he didn't stop, his sword moving, almost like it was in two places at once.

Unfortunately for him, Ren was faster.

A feint. A step forward. A twist of the wrist.

And Felix's sword was knocked from his grip.

Ren grinned as he pressed the tip of his sword against Felix's chest. "Yield."

Felix sighed dramatically. "Fine."

"Fine what?" Ren asked, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Fine, master."

Ren stepped back smugly. Darius huffed and sat down heavily on the ground. Felix joined him, brushing sweat from his brow.

Ren collapsed beside them, laughing.

Felix reached out and ruffled Ren's hair. "You're ridiculous."

Ren smirked, pushing his hand away. "Takes one to know one."

"Maybe I should also go and spend four years at the border." Darius smirked.

"Are you sure you can do that? Don't you have a barony to run, Baron Darius?" Ren chuckled.

"I still don't believe you just gave up the barony to me." Darius turned to his brother with a grateful look in his eyes. "Tha---"

"Don't bother thanking me." Ren looked away with a soft smile. "Just take care of your people. And on that note, shouldn't you be travelling back by now?"

"I would have but not yet." Darius' tone turned serious. "There hasn't been a raid at the border in months. It's too quiet. I'll stay longer. Just in case."

"Yeah." Felix nodded, the smile also slipping from his face. "The barbarians aren't the type to simply give up."

Ren leaned back, staring at the sky. "I think they finally learned their lesson." After all, there was nothing in Eternal Souls lore about the barbarians ever succeeding in getting through the border.

Darius scoffed. "That, or they're planning something bigger."

"And if that happens, we'll crush them before they can step a toe into Albion." Ren said with finality.

Felix clapped his hands together. "Enough doom and gloom. We've got training to finish."

Ren grinned. "Call me master and we'll go again."

"Arrogant little shit." Darius rolled his eyes with a grin on his face as they all stood up. "One day, I'll wipe that grin off your face."

"In your dreams."