Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 64: Don’t Fail Too Quickly [Bonus Chapter]

The Penny Prince lounged in his lavish quarters, an elegantly dressed nobleman seated across from him, speaking in the usual manner of inner Albion nobility that just made him want to punch them in the face.

This was one of the reasons why he didn’t like using his palace quarters so much. His presence there was like an invitation for people to visit him for no reason other than trying to gauge where he stood.

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Some came to see if they could use him for their own ends while others came to spy on him for his older siblings. If only they knew what he was planning.

Fortunately, the current conversation was inconsequential, a matter of minor noble politics, one of the many masks he wore as a prince.

He played the part well, nodding along, making witty remarks that entertained, but in truth, his mind was elsewhere.

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation.

He looked up as Lars, his ever-loyal right-hand man and personal guard, entered with his usual stoic expression, leaning in to whisper something only he could hear.

"Lyon is dead. The manor is lost."

The Penny Prince’s smile didn’t move an inch from his face, but something in his eyes changed. "I see."

His third Swordsman was gone. Only one remained. Giles.

He turned back to his guest, offering a warm but dismissive smile. "Forgive me, my friend, but urgent matters require my attention. Let’s resume this discussion another time."

The noble bowed respectfully and took his leave, and once the door clicked shut, the Penny Prince’s expression grew hard.

"So," he mused aloud as he stood, "whoever this assassin is must be at least Rank 3. How did he kill Lyon?"

Lars began explaining their findings to him as he walked out of the sitting room, into his bedroom and moved towards his wardrobe, pulling open its heavy doors to reveal an array of meticulously tailored outfits.

By the time he had selected a deep black coat embroidered with gold accents, Lars was done with his report.

"Keep the city guards out of this. Tell them the palace guards will take care of it. Investigate it yourself and shut it down. A fire in the inner city? We don’t need more attention towards Fuchsia."

"Understood, my lord." Lars bowed.

"Tell me, Lars," The Penny Prince tried on the coat, before checking himself out in the mirror, "what do you think?"

Lars stood by the door, arms crossed. "I still think they’re looking for information. But with how many guards we had around the manor, they couldn’t take the time to torture Lyon. They also couldn’t take him with them to risk us tracking them."

"Which means they’re primary objective is to destroy Fuchsia’s leadership, and the secondary objective is the information they want." The Penny Prince chuckled. "That’s interesting."

He adjusted the cuffs of his coat and turned to Lars. "What information could they possibly be looking for?"

Lars opened his mouth to answer, paused, and tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something no one else could see.

"My lord, you have a visitor." He finally said. "Octavian Underwood."

And in that moment, the Penny Prince almost slapped his forehead with a groan.

Instead, his eyes gleamed at the sudden realization. "Ah." he muttered. "And suddenly, things start to make sense."

He had been too focused on who was behind the attacks to consider why.

The biggest job they had right now was killing Lilith Underwood. And there was someone who didn’t want them to do that.

Someone who wanted to know who ordered the job.

And Octavian was here to see him. The Penny Prince chuckled in amusement. How fortuitous.

He motioned to Lars to allow Octavian in, walking to the sitting room to take a seat as he waited.

Octavian Underwood entered the room with the air of a man who expected everything to revolve around him.

Tall, with striking red eyes that supposedly mirrored his sister’s, but devoid of warmth, he carried himself like a king who had yet to claim his throne.

The Penny Prince gestured toward a seat. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Lord Underwood?"

Octavian remained standing, arms crossed behind his back like a ruler. "Lilith is three days from the capital."

The Penny Prince leaned back in his chair with a nod of acknowledgement. "Ah, and you’ve come to check on the status of our arrangement?"

Octavian smirked. "That, and to hear what excuse you’d have prepared. I’ve heard of Fuchsia’s... internal strife. Losing four of your inner circle isn’t exactly a promising sign. I want to know if the job is still on."

"The job is very much still on, Underwood." The Penny Prince bared his teeth. "Lilith Underwood will die. One way or another."

Octavian laughed, a sound lacking any real amusement. "You really believe that?"

He chuckled. "Do you have any idea what you’re up against? Lilith isn’t like every other noble girl with a dangerous power. She is an Underwood."

"You cannot hope to kill her, Penny Prince. I didn’t hire you because I thought you’d succeed."

Lars tensed at the words, but the Penny Prince merely raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then why hire us?"

Octavian’s smirk deepened. "Because you will try to kill her. And in doing so, you’ll accomplish one of two things."

"Either she loses control and proves to the world that she is a threat, giving me the reason I need to put her down permanently..."

He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive. "Or she doesn’t lose control and proves that she is useful to me. If she can survive an assassination attempt from Fuchsia and remain composed, then she is worthy of the Underwood name. For now."

The room was silent for a long moment. Then the Penny Prince chuckled. "You’re a calculating man, Lord Underwood. I do admire that."

Octavian tilted his head. "I deal in certainties, not risks. Either way, I get what I want."

The Penny Prince tapped a finger against his chin. "And what if she survives and refuses to be useful to you?"

Octavian smiled coldly. "Then I’ll break her like any other obstacle in my path."

The Penny Prince studied him for a moment longer before rising from his chair. "Then it seems we are in agreement. The job proceeds as planned."

Octavian nodded once before turning on his heel. "Good. Try not to fail too quickly."

As the door closed behind him, the Penny Prince’s amused expression faded slightly. He glanced at Lars. "Well, that was enlightening."

Lars frowned. "You still plan to go through with it?"

The Penny Prince smirked. "Oh, absolutely. But now, we do it my way."

He turned to the window, gazing out at the city below. "Let’s see what happens when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object."

"Life just got more exciting. Lilith Underwood is walking into a war. And I, for one, am eager to see who comes out alive."