I Am The Game's Villain-Chapter 630: [Event] [The Beauty And The Beast] [10] The Genius Princess of The Dolphis House

Chapter 630: [Event] [The Beauty And The Beast] [10] The Genius Princess of The Dolphis House

As we wandered deeper into the museum, we found ourselves standing before the grand exhibit dedicated to Deborah Dolphis.

I turned toward Roda, who had slowed to examine a massive oil painting—a portrayal of Deborah Dolphis herself astride the back of a monstrous Behemoth as she led a legion of Hybrids into battle.

I gestured toward the artwork. "What do you know about Deborah Dolphis?"

Roda narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the painting."Not a lot, honestly," she said after a pause. "I know she’s the one who created the Hybrids and the Behemoth... and that she sided with Xenos Arvatra during the Third Great Holy War against Celesta."

She glanced at me briefly. "If you’re looking for deeper insight, you’d probably have better luck talking to someone from House Dolphis. They might know more—assuming they’d even want to talk about her."

I gave a short laugh. "Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Let’s just say the Head of that House and I don’t exactly exchange holiday gifts. And somehow, I doubt asking about the black sheep who smeared their House’s honor is the best conversation starter."

Roda looked up toward another painting. "She might’ve been just a High Human, but Deborah Dolphis managed to traumatize my entire country. Even now, long after her death, her legacy still haunts Sancta Vedelia. The damage she caused... it’s not just political or historical—it’s cultural, spiritual. After the Vampire Witch, I’d say Deborah is probably the most dangerous woman Sancta Vedelia had ever known."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "What, Roda? You turning racist now? Got a grudge against all High Humans?"

She rolled her eyes. "If I were, would it matter to you? You’re head over heels for Alvara, and it looks like the feeling’s mutual."

I sighed. "Love makes people do all sorts of irrational things. We’re willing to overlook a lot when it comes to the ones we care about."

Her tone shifted slightly, just enough to catch the edge of something more serious. "Even when that person’s responsible for burning people alive? Killing dozens... hundreds?"

I let out a long breath. My gaze dropped to the floor for a moment before I met her eyes again. "Alvara’s different. She didn’t start out like that. As a child, she was locked in a cage, starved, tortured mentally. She watched her family get... violated and murdered—by both Humans and Hybrids. She survived things no one should."

It felt like I was trying to excuse her. Maybe, on some level, I was. But more than that, I just wanted Roda to understand.

"It’s not about justifying what she did," I added. "It’s about understanding why. The most important is that I stopped before she could do the irredeemable at the Utopian War."

"Yes and I am impressed you did that. I just didn’t want to see another Deborah Dolphis because the Alvara I had known was close to become like her when it came to killing innocent people," Roda said.

"Innocent people, huh..."

The words lingered in the air longer than they should’ve. I found myself staring blankly at the exhibit, but my mind had already drifted elsewhere—to a certain boy

Joshua.

Jayden’s little brother.

The first... and only truly innocent soul I had ever killed.

He hadn’t deserved it—no, not really. But from the start, he had been nothing more than a pawn. Used and discarded by Caishen, manipulated by Brandon Delavoic without even his own knowledge.

Still, I had made the call. I killed him not because of what he’d done—but because of what he might do.

Could there have been another way?

I’d told myself it was necessary. Clean. Logical. Preventative. But deep down, I knew the truth.

It wasn’t just about Joshua.

It was about Jayden—how he abandoned me against Leon. It was about the pain of losing Mary... and Jarvis. The rage I buried behind cold decisions. And maybe... maybe I just wanted to hurt him back.

"Are you curious about Deborah Dolphis?"

A voice snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I turned instinctively, and so did Roda.

Standing just a few feet away was a young man in a museum uniform, complete with a brass name tag and the faintly bored-yet-pleasant smile of someone who’d given the same speech a thousand times.

"Would you like me to enlighten you about the infamous Deborah Dolphis, sir and miss?" He asked cheerfully, clasping his hands behind his back like a well-trained tour guide.

I arched a brow, immediately wary. "Do museum staff always eavesdrop on visitors’ conversations?"

"Apologies, truly. I simply happened to be nearby when I overheard your discussion. But more importantly, my role here is to enrich your visit—to share history with context. That’s all."

I eyed him for a long second, silently assessing. He didn’t look suspicious—no telltale signs of deception, no shift in his tone or stance. Just a guy doing his job.

Still, I hated how quickly my instincts defaulted to paranoia these days.

"Fine," I said with a small sigh. "Go ahead. Give us the grand tour."

Roda stepped beside me, curious as well. "Might as well. We’re already here."

"Wonderful," the guide said with a grin. "This way, please. We’ll begin at the start of Deborah Dolphis."

He led us toward the beginning of the exhibit, to a wall adorned with a sweeping mural of a young Deborah.

For someone branded a terrorist and a sworn enemy of Sancta Vedelia, Deborah Dolphis had still earned an entire floor in this museum. She was infamous, yes—but legendary all the same.

It was truly amazing how heroes tend to fade into the footnotes of history... but villains? The world never forgets them.

Deborah was getting more attention than Quinn Victor Raven himself—the legendary warrior who had singlehandedly slain the Behemoth and saved the entire nation of Fangoria from certain destruction. It was almost absurd.

Then again...there were exceptions like Eden himself.

A name so universally recognized, so deeply embedded in the consciousness of the world, that even Lucifer—the archetype of evil in most cultures’ stories—stood in the back while Eden as the hero and savior stood at the far front.

"Deborah was born the second daughter of King Adrian Dolphis," the guide began as I thought about that. He stopped in front of a massive portrait framed in silver and aged gold. "She wasn’t the firstborn, and she wasn’t a son. Her elder brother, who was both, was also gifted. Naturally, her destiny was expected to revolve around politics—specifically, a marriage alliance with one of the other Great Houses of Sancta Vedelia."

"Back then—nearly three hundred years ago—royal daughters were viewed more as bargaining chips than potential heirs or leaders in their own right," Roda muttered.

Yeah, well... things were different now. Times had changed. We lived in a more modern era, at least officially. Even if old prejudices hadn’t died out entirely, they were more subtle now.

The staff nodded, a small smile curving his lips.

"Despite the expectations placed on her," he continued, "Deborah was... not what anyone anticipated. She was speaking and writing fluently before the age of three. Her learning curve outpaced even her brother’s—who, mind you, was five years her senior. Her parents were quick to notice her brilliance, but they severely underestimated its depth—and its danger."

He took a few slow steps toward the next painting.

"At the age of five," he said, lowering his voice, "Deborah killed one of the noble children she was meant to be playing with. She dissected him—methodically. Not out of rage. But out of curiosity. She wanted to see what was inside him."

Damn...

"The discovery was documented in horrifying detail by the maid who found the body," the guide added. "She kept a diary—one that was, thankfully, preserved. But Deborah’s parents, being the reigning King and Queen, swiftly covered up the incident. There were no consequences. No punishment. Just silence."

He turned toward us.

"They convinced themselves it was an accident. Or worse—they willfully ignored the implications. They misunderstood their daughter in the worst possible way. And Deborah... well, she understood perfectly what that meant. She understood very early what her status as a royal meant—and what kind of reaction her first murder would provoke. So, from that moment on, Deborah crafted a flawless persona. To the world, she became the embodiment of the perfect royal princess: elegant, refined, obedient. But behind that carefully polished mask, she continued pursuing the only thing that truly fascinated her—her experiments."

He paused, eyes flicking toward me.

"All of it was done in secret, of course. Hidden deep within a sealed, isolated chamber beneath the Dolphian Royal Castle. A place none but a few ever knew existed."

Yeah, I knew exactly which place he meant. The same cold stony one where I’d fought Lomar. The same cursed room where one of the Horns had been sealed. That eerie place was once Deborah’s personal laboratory. No wonder the truth had been buried—it had been repurposed as a site to contain Horn, rather than reveal its origin.

"She grew stronger there," the guide continued; "She studied, experimented, evolved... all while remaining completely undetected. No one in her family noticed anything—nothing at all—until it was far, far too late."

He glanced toward a peculiar projection this time showing the figure of Deborah Dolphis facing a certain man. "There are discrepancies regarding the exact timeline, but according to the fragments of evidence we’ve recovered, Deborah Dolphis likely made contact with Xenos Arvatra when she was around twelve years old. From that point forward, she didn’t just support him—she became his equal partjner. Some historians argue she may have played a far greater role in the third Great Holy War than anyone suspected."

"Didn’t she attack with the Behemoth and those Hybrids at the same time Xenos assaulted Celesta?" I asked, recalling what I learnt from the game.

"Actually, our most recent findings suggest otherwise. Deborah launched her offensive slightly later—after she likely learned that Xenos Arvatra had fallen. It’s possible she was driven by rage. Or perhaps she believed she could finish what he started."

I frowned. That tracks.

Xenos had razed Celesta, but afterward, he should’ve moved to support Deborah’s invasion of Sancta Vedelia. She couldn’t conquer the kingdom on her own—not completely. And yet, even without his help, she struck.

And when she did?

She unleashed devastation.

Not through armies. Not with politics.

But with the monstrous thing she had created—her greatest experiment.

The Behemoth.

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