Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 80: The Consequences Of Failure

The room went silent.

Everyone present knew the amount was astronomical. Even for a wealthy noble like Vesper, a million gold coins was far beyond what most could afford to wager in a mere bet.

Vesper hesitated, but Ren saw the flicker of pride in his eyes. The need to not back down in front of so many onlookers. That would be his undoing.

Ren folded his arms. "What’s wrong, Vesper? Too poor to match my bet? Or are you scared?"

That did it.

Vesper’s jaw clenched before he forced a confident grin. "Fine. But don’t forget. If you lose, you die."

The dull roar of the crowd filled the chamber as they began discussing what had just happened. They’d just witness a wager that would be spoken of for years to come.

A million gold coins or a life. Who would lose?

Thorn tensed beside Ren. "Ren—"

But Ren didn’t hesitate. He extended his hand, meeting Vesper’s gaze. "Agreed."

They shook hands, sealing the deal.

A dark smile curled on Vesper’s lips. "You’ve just signed your death warrant, Ross."

Ren smirked right back. "We’ll see."

Then, he gestured to the scribes. "Why don’t we make it official?"

Vesper couldn’t reject the offer. Not only was his personal pride at stake but the Rosefield family name was also at stake.

He’d made such a wager and if he didn’t have the strength to back it up, their family would take a hit.

The heir of the Rosefield family reneged on an agreement with a third son from an unknown family. It would be enough for people to find faults in the Rosefield family. And from there, it wouldn’t take long to end up in political suicide.

"Let’s." Vesper said with a confident smile.

Ren led the way to the scribes with confidence, presenting the wager he and Vesper had made.

The scribes, after exchanging glances and murmuring amongst themselves, recorded the details, stamping the document with the bureaucratic royal seal.

With that single act, the bet was now legally binding. There was no way for Vesper to back out anymore. His fate was sealed.

Vesper took his copy of the document with clenched fists. "You bastard." He hissed under his breath, his voice low enough that only Ren could hear.

Ren smirked. "What’s wrong, Vesper? Second thoughts?"

Vesper scoffed in response. "Hardly. I just can’t believe you were stupid enough to agree to your death."

"That makes two of us then." Ren quipped. "I was thinking the same about you."

A few of the people who had been watching chuckled at the exchange.

Unfortunately for Vesper, his pride had led him into a dangerous gamble, and now the entire court was waiting to see if he would sink or swim.

The scribe overseeing the bet cleared his throat. "The terms of the wager have been set and recorded. The duel will take place tomorrow at noon, in the training ground outside the palace walls. Do both parties agree?"

Ren nodded. "I do."

Vesper forced a smirk, though his fingers twitched slightly. "Of course."

The official gave them both a long look before nodding. "Then it is done."

With the wager sealed, Ren and Thorn left the chamber, made their way back to the stables, mounted their horses and made their way through the city streets.

The sun was still high in the sky and the festival had swelled even more.

Thorn shot Ren a look as they rode. "So… you’re really doing this?"

Ren gave a short laugh. "Obviously."

Thorn shook his head, his tone amused yet exasperated. "You do realize you just baited him into giving you a ridiculous sum of money, right?"

Ren smirked. "Exactly."

"Vesper knew he couldn’t stop me from competing, so he probably proposed the fight in hopes of getting me to use my abilities. That way, it’ll be easier for whoever faces me to fight me since they already know what I can do."

"But he also wanted to get inside my head before the tournament. His first mistake was doing this in front of a crowd. His second was to stake my life."

Thorn chuckled. "And now you’re going to rob him blind."

Ren nodded, the amusement in his eyes morphing into something darker. "That Roger guy is Rank 3, so this would only end with me winning. And when Vesper loses, he’s ruined."

Thorn chuckled. "Remind me never to gamble with you."

They rode in silence for a moment before a giant grin appeared on Thorn’s face. "Do you know what I just realized?"

Ren raised a brow.

"Someone has to tell Lilith about this."

Ren immediately groaned.

Thorn laughed. "I can’t wait for you to tell her. You might just lose your life before tomorrow."

Ren turned to him. "Why don’t you tell her for me?"

"Hell no!" Thorn snorted. "You’re the one fighting, aren’t you?"

"And you’re my friend. Shouldn’t you support me in times of crisis?"

Thorn’s smirk widened. "I support you. From a safe distance."

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Meanwhile, at the Rosefield manor, Vesper tried to maintain his usual bravado, laughing and drinking with his friends, but deep down, anxiety had settled like a stone in his gut.

He knew he had overreached by agreeing to a million gold, and he knew of the consequences for that.

Not that he wasn’t sure he’d win but that offering such an amount without approval might just result in his death.

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The door to the room suddenly burst open, and all laughter died instantly.

Lord Rosefield stormed in, his face twisted with fury.

The room fell into silence as the older noble strode forward, his presence suffocating. Vesper’s eyes widened in fear and before he could react, his father’s fist slammed into his face, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

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Blood dripped from his lip as he groaned, disoriented.

"You absolute imbecile!" Lord Rosefield’s voice thundered through the chamber. "A million gold coins?! Do you think money grows on trees?!"

Vesper, still stunned from the blow, wiped the blood from his mouth. "F-Father, I—"

Lord Rosefield grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up, shaking him violently. "What possessed you to make such a reckless bet?! Do you know how much of a fool you look like?!"

Roger, who would be fighting Ren tomorrow, stepped forward, gulping. "My Lord, there is no need for alarm. I’m a Rank 4 Knight, and Terence Ross is only a Rank 3. The match is already decided."

Lord Rosefield released Vesper, turning his cold gaze onto the so-called ’friend.’ "Is that so? And if you lose, what then? Do you think I will let this humiliation pass?"

Pressure descended upon the room. "If you fail to uphold my son’s wager, you will die by my hands."

The young noble paled, visibly shaking. "I… I will not lose, my Lord."

Lord Rosefield exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples before glaring back at Vesper. "And you, if you lose this bet, do not return home."

"I will disown you. You will be stripped of your name, your title, your wealth. I will not let you drag this house into disgrace."

Vesper swallowed hard, his bravado shattered. "I won’t lose."

Lord Rosefield’s gaze remained icy. "Then you had better pray that you’re right."

With that, he turned and strode out of the room, his anger leaving an oppressive silence in his wake.

Vesper, still bleeding and shaken, collapsed onto a chair, his heart pounding in his chest.

He had to win. There was no other option.