Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 203: Close Call For Thorn

"Good." Ren said without looking up.

Elias tilted his head. "So, I've been meaning to ask… why did you tell Halwen that we wanted the entire settlement to come with us to the next city? Wouldn't it be easier to just head there ourselves?"

"Simple." Ren adjusted his bracers one last time, then turned to Elias with a smile on his face. "Because walking into a city as survivors raises suspicion. Especially with the state we're in. New faces, a ruined city behind us, no clear documentation. Questions will pile up fast. Especially as we're the only people to escape Rainhold alive. And with not a single scratch."

Elias raised an eyebrow. "So your solution is to… bring an army of witnesses?"

"Exactly." Ren said, gesturing with a flick of his wrist. "We'll be seen not as survivors, but as saviors. Chosen who helped rescue a struggling settlement, cleared an infected village, and led people to safety."

He leaned back on his cot. "It gives us credibility. Favor. Trust."

"And," he added more quietly, "these people are good. They deserve better than waiting here to starve or be overwhelmed. If we can help them start over, it costs us nothing but time."

Elias looked impressed. "You really thought that through."

Lilith smiled softly against Ren's shoulder. "He does that sometimes."

A moment later, the tent flap rustled again. This time, three young women stepped inside, each carrying a tray of steaming bowls.

They hesitated when they saw the group, but the moment their eyes landed on Ren and Lilith, they froze.

Ren glanced up.

The women stared.

Lilith's white cloak, the sharpness of Ren's jaw, the confidence in his posture. Even if they weren't sure that Chosen were among them before, they had now confirmed it. After all, what would the beautiful people be if not Chosen?

To the young girls, the couple looked ethereal. Like they belonged in a temple mural.

One of the women dropped her gaze quickly, blushing furiously. Another whispered something, giggling, while the third placed the tray down with trembling hands.

Lilith's smile vanished.

Her gaze turned sharp, eyes narrowed like a wolf staring down prey. She didn't move. Didn't say a word. But her posture changed.

The temperature in the room seemed to dip.

The women exchanged nervous glances and quickly made their exit.

As the flap closed behind them, Ren chuckled, wrapping an arm around Lilith and placing a kiss on her temple.

"You scared them." He teased her.

"They were giggling." She said flatly, not looking at him.

"I noticed."

"They were giggling at you."

Ren laughed. "That tends to happen."

She pouted.

"I'm not amused."

He leaned closer. "Then allow me to change that."

She huffed and turned her face away, though Ren could see the blush on her face.

Ren chuckled as he picked up one of the bowls of broth and walked over to Thorn's cot. He placed it gently on the stool beside it, then leaned down and shook Thorn's shoulder gently.

"Hey." He said softly. "Time to wake up."

Thorn groaned. His eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking against the soft firelight.

His gaze landed on Ren's face.

"Oh no." He muttered groggily. "I've died. And a very pretty woman has come to take my soul."

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Ren burst into laughter. "Sorry to disappoint, but it's just me."

Thorn blinked again, his vision clearing.

"Dammit." He muttered, voice hoarse. "Take me back. Send the angel again."

Elias chuckled from the other side of the tent. "Sorry, but our ugly mugs are all you're going to get."

Ren helped Thorn sit up carefully, placing a rolled blanket behind his back. "Come on. You need to eat."

He dipped the spoon into the broth and brought it to Thorn's lips.

Thorn sipped, then made a face. "Tastes like goat spit."

"It's stew." Ren corrected. "And that's gratitude I hear."

Thorn groaned again. "If I die, it'll be from your cooking."

Ren grinned. "Trust me, if I were cooking, you'd already be dead."

Then Ren froze. He could feel… something.

And why does the tent seem darker than before?

He turned slowly to the side and almost choked. Lilith was watching them with an intense expression on her face, her eyes burning.

Ren's eyes widened slightly as he noticed the faint twitch in her brow, growing nervous. Her eyes were locked on him feeding Thorn, and there was a certain… possessiveness in her eyes that he recognized.

"Right." Ren said quickly, standing and placing the bowl in Elias's hands. "Your turn. I, uh, forgot I'm horrible at this."

Elias blinked. "What—"

"Thorn needs moral support while he eats. You're the most morally upright person here. Enjoy."

Ren returned to Lilith's side and picked up her bowl.

Her expression had already shifted.

Soft. Bright.

"You're feeding me?" She asked sweetly.

"Wouldn't dare not to." He muttered.

She smiled, radiant and innocent.

If any of the villagers walked in now, they'd see a glowing, adorable girl being doted on by her fiance.

If only they knew that this same girl could rip their soul out through their teeth.

And as for Thorn, he was quite lucky to be alive.

That had been a close call.