My Wife Is The Author?

Chapter 25: Confrontation

"Why are you doing this?"

Charles asked the question that had been plaguing his mind from the very beginning.

This wasn’t a villain that Charlotte had written into her novel. This was her brother, who was a real, living human being. His decisions were his, and not determined by writing.

Dante smiled, glad to see that fighting was no longer necessary.

"Why? Because it is fun," he responded.

It was the worst answer that Charles could possibly hear.

Those villains in novels who had no ulterior motives and were purely evil for the sake of being evil were villains who could not be reasoned with.

There was no point speaking to them. Charles was only filled with the desire to kill the man in front of him.

But he couldn’t. He was still too weak.

Dante walked over to his sleeping sister and stared at her for a few moments.

"You are much like her. You have been given a chance at a new life, and yet you choose to live following the same moral code as the old world. Why is that?"

"Because I am the same man that I was on Earth," Charles responded without hesitation.

Dante paused for a few seconds, as though in thought.

"I see. I wonder how long that will last. You know the horrors of this world as much as I do. They can change a man."

As this villain continued speaking, Charles never let his guard down.

In fact, the longer the conversation dragged on, the more he tried to find an opening in the man’s defence. How could such a man be beaten?

"So what are you going to do next? Just keep attacking your sister, slowly taking the life from her?" Charles’ voice became aggressive towards the end of the question.

Dante shook his head as if the question were crazy.

"No. You have what you need to heal her, right? Go ahead and do it, so that things remain fun. Right now, my focus is on the war."

The war...

Charles suddenly remembered that, as he spoke, this city was being marched upon by three neighbouring kingdoms.

He had no fealty towards the Silverblessed Kingdom, but for some reason, it felt wrong.

Dante began to rub his chin.

"Will your morality let you just watch this kingdom be destroyed by its enemies? They are innocent, you know. Or perhaps you are too focused on killing me and preventing the Fifth Apocalypse?"

Just as Charles was about to respond, Dante held up his hand and stopped him.

"I think... I will participate in this war. If I leave it up to the three kingdoms, they risk making things boring. Let’s not just defeat the Silverblessed Kingdom. Let’s enslave and torture them as well."

Dante broke out into a maniacal laugh. It was filled with such evil that Charles had already started preparing his next spell.

However, before he could act, Dante drifted over to the shattered window and sat on the edge of it.

He crossed one leg over the other whilst the backdrop of Elurion City lay behind him.

"Perhaps I will see you on the battlefield..."

And then, he fell backwards.

Charles sprinted towards the window and looked down, expecting to see Dante falling from the 100th floor of Elurion Tower.

Instead, he was nowhere to be seen.

"..."

Charles fell into the chair beside Charlotte’s bed and took a few deep breaths. The climb of the tower and his short battle against Dante had truly drained him.

It seemed adrenaline was keeping him up, but now fatigue was starting to take hold of him.

His eyes were blurry, and he started to feel light-headed.

The next thing he knew, he was collapsing forwards towards the bed where Charlotte lay.

It was the first time he had slept since entering the novel.

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Charles woke up after an unknown amount of time. The room was as it had been left.

Glass had been shattered across the floor, and Charlotte still lay in her bed, sleeping.

The events of the past jumped to the front of Charles’ mind, but for now, he ignored them.

Have to heal her...

Charles reached into his body and withdrew the King Slime Gel and the Blue Queen Bee’s Tea.

He hurriedly fed the two magical items to Charlotte and watched as the effects took place.

Her body immediately started to look healthier. A faint silver aura surrounded her entire body, gently stirring her awake.

Charlotte’s silver eyes opened and glanced around.

Despite everything, Charles found himself smiling. It felt like it had been years since he had last seen her.

And from the look on her face, Charlotte was equally happy to see him.

Her eyes glanced around the room, and suddenly, that smile was wiped away.

"He was here, wasn’t he?" She somehow was able to tell.

Charles’ expression changed.

"Yes... I tried to fight him and kill him like you asked me to. But I failed... I’m—"

His words were cut off as he was suddenly pulled into a hug.

Charlotte had wrapped her arms around his head and rested his face against her chest.

Charles was immediately brought to silence, but he enjoyed the embrace.

"You did not fail... We will get him next time."

We. Charlotte is in a state to fight beside me now...

Charles swiftly explained his encounter with Dante, explaining what the man had said about the war and what he would do to the Silverblessed Kingdom once he won.

The words seemed to affect Charlotte deeply. It was as though she were a mother to all the people of the world and had a duty to keep them safe.

"Then we know where we have to go next. We must visit the king and join the fight," she said.

Charles stared at her blankly. "Does that mean..."

Charlotte nodded her head and rose to her feet. For the first time, she seemed to have no trouble standing.

"Yes... It’s time for us to leave the tower. I have not told you yet, but I have written myself into the novel as King Brandon’s daughter. He will be expecting me."