I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 509: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [48] Sancta Vedelia



"Do you know why Utopia harbors such hatred for humans, Loki?"

Seated behind her desk, Freyja asked me.

I stood in her grand, lofty office, a place that seemed crafted to mirror her image- immaculate and radiant. The walls gleamed white, adorned with golden ornaments, floral motifs, and elegant carvings. Polished white-and-gold marble tiles covered the floor, so polished they reflected my figure with startling clarity.

Her desk, however, was a contrast to the perfection of her surroundings-piled high with papers and documents. Despite being a Goddess, Freyja was deeply committed to her work. It was clear she labored tirelessly to maintain Elyen Kiora, the city she cherished. Every detail of its beauty and harmony bore the mark of her meticulous care.

It was no wonder the city was breathtaking-this was Freyja's vision brought to life and she was still continuously working to make it better.

Anyway...

Why did Utopia despise humans so deeply?

"Because they see humans as an inferior race?" I asked, offering the only explanation that came to mind.

At my words, Freyja chuckled cutely. "How naive you are, Loki," she said with a smile that was kind as if she had received a childish answer which I guess was judging from her reaction.

"Am I wrong?" I asked, quite curious.

"Not entirely," she admitted, shaking her head, "but that is not the main reason."

Setting down her feathered pen, she crossed her legs gracefully, her golden eyes locking onto mine.

"Eight hundred years ago, an event took place within the Holy Tree of Eden."

"An event?" I, raised a brow.

"Yes," Freyja nodded. "The Holy Tree's existence is commonly believed to have been identified a millennium ago. But the truth is far older-the Holy Tree of Eden has existed since time immemorial, dating back to an era when the children of the gods and the very first mortal races ruled this world."

"The children of the gods and the first mortal races?" I asked, puzzled by her words.

"Indeed," she nodded, bringing her face closer. "You see, what the gods desired most was worship-a creation that would adore them, fight for them, procreate in their name, and devote their entire existence for them. From Ymir's blood, the Mother of All, the first races were birthed."

"Among these were notably the giants, told in legends. But before even the Giants, Ymir gave life to beings far more primordial-her true sons, known as Ymir's Kings."

"Ymir's Kings?"

I wasn't aware of this at all so I was obviously getting engrossed.

"Eden was one of these kings-a being of immense power and significance. In time, he became the centerpiece of this world, which came to be known as the World of Eden."

"And they created the first races?" I asked.

"Using Ymir's Essence, anything is possible," Freyja replied. "With the right person and the right knowledge, you can even create a new body."

Her words made me widen my eyes, resonating uncomfortably with my own intentions.

I had already considered using the Holy Tree to create bodies for Anna and Samara. But what Freyja described was far more ambitious-creating entire races.

"Sancta Vedelia was established with a singular purpose," Freyja continued, as she leaned back slightly. "It was an experiment to observe how different races would interact. Could they coexist peacefully? Would they understand each other, ally with one another? Could they grow stronger together and prepare for the time when unity would be essential?"

"And the Tree..." I muttered, understanding something.

"Yes," Freyja said, her lips curving as she confirmed my thoughts. "The Tree was planted there by none other by the Goddess Freyja herself." She shamelessly complimented her own handiwork, radiating pride. "The Seed was created by Eden using Ymir's Essence, designed to strengthen the races living there. The Tree blesses them, and they, in turn, give birth to children already blessed by its power. This cycle continues endlessly. Before they knew it, their very existence depended on the Tree's blessing. It became their lifeline—and it remains so to this day."

Her explanation shed light on Shuria's and Edryn's words.

Utopia couldn't survive without the Tree. They had thrived for generations, but the drawback was beginning to take its toll after generations gone without being touched by the Holy Tree's blessing.

"High Elves, with their unparalleled mastery of mana. Werewolves, endowed with incredible physical prowess. Vampires, gifted with extraordinary regenerative abilities and the power to strengthen themselves through blood." Freyja paused, tilting her head. "Don't you see? They complement one another perfectly. They were designed to fight and flourish together, to prepare for future threats, and ultimately, to serve the gods."

If this were in a game, the High Elves, with their masterful control over mana, would excel as long-range artillery... raining down devastating spells from afar, weakening enemies before they even reach the front lines. The werewolves would form the vanguard absorbing the brunt of the enemy onslaught. Finally, the vampires, with their speed, regeneration, and blood- fueled spells, would operate as elite strike forces, I suppose...

Her words made sense, but something felt incomplete.

"What about the High Humans?" I asked, noticing she had yet to mention them. I wondered if she missed but no.

Freyja's smile deepened but it only made me think they weren't there for the same reason.

"Ah, the High Humans or Humans," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "They lack the extraordinary abilities of the other races. They neither outmatch the Elves' control over mana, nor the Werewolves' physical dominance, nor the Vampires' regenerative prowess. Yet, they excel in one critical area-one that sets them apart."

And what was that?

"Their ability to reproduce," she finally said. "Humans in general can give birth at an astonishing rate compared to the other races, who struggle with low fertility. That single trait made them invaluable."

I frowned deeply at her explanation. "So, their goal was for humans to reproduce with the

other races?"

I was quite disturbed.

The birth of Halves-was that what the Gods had intended all along?

"Of course," Freyja replied with a nonchalant smile. "Imagine an island populated only by three races with abysmally low fertility rates. Even now, Sancta Vedelia holds a countless number of Halves, many of whom aren't even aware of their mixed heritage. People who believe themselves to be full-blooded might never realize that their grandfather-or an even earlier ancestor-was human. Time erases physical traits, but not lineage. As it stands today, most inhabitants of Sancta Vedelia are Halves, with the notable exception of the Royals and the highest nobles, who have strongly guarded their pure bloodlines by pure obsession."

"....."

What was I supposed to make of this?

"So humans were created purely to produce soldiers and allies for the gods?" I asked.

"Precisely. Humans reproduce quickly. Their offspring adapt better when mixed with a 'higher' race, resulting in healthy, robust children. They are servile by nature, weak enough to be easily controlled. Men or women, they could be used endlessly as walking seeds for the higher races. This ensured Eden's World would flourish with a growing, strong army showing

no ends of supplies."

"For Sancta Vedelia, the plan was the same. But the Holy Tree of Eden intervened, granting humans superior traits. This was a blessing in disguise. Without it, mere humans would have struggled to mix with higher races. A normal human woman, for instance, would likely die giving birth to a child fathered by a Vampire or Werewolf. Her body wouldn't survive the strain. Thanks to the Holy Tree's blessing, they became 'Higher' Humans. Don't you think that's a remarkable solution?"

I could hardly contain the wave of disgust that welled up inside me. Freyja spoke with a smile yet I could sense her watching me carefully, gauging my reaction.

All this, so Eden and his gods could protect themselves? To create armies to fight their battles

on the ground against enemies like Samael?

How twisted was this?

"All the Elven races we see today- Blood Elves, for instance-are nothing more than Elves mixed with Vampires thousands of years ago. The Dark Elves? Their physical traits bear uncanny similarities to Werewolves, wouldn't you agree? And as for the so-called Elves..." "They're just descendants of High Elves and High Humans," I replied.

"Exactly." Freyja nodded with a smirk. "As time passed, these Halves evolved into their own distinct races. The only ones still worthy of being called pure Elves in Sancta Vedelia are the Teraquin and Elaryon Royals. But even they aren't true Elves. They're High Elves, just like me.

There's no difference between us."

Alvara and Cylien-High Elves, huh?

It made sense now. Between the High Elves of Utopia and the Royals of Sancta Vedelia, there were barely any differences. They were the same at their core, regardless of titles or borders. Freyja sighed, her expression turning dramatic. "Unfortunately, things didn't unfold as the Gods envisioned. In Sancta Vedelia, we began fighting among ourselves. The Halves, who were meant to be the hope for a stronger, united army, became outcasts. Discrimination against Halves and Humans reached unprecedented levels of violence, the likes of which hadn't been seen since the Holy Wars."

"Maybe," she continued, "that was part of the gods' plan for Humans all along. They were created to give birth to as many children as possible, whether willingly or unwillingly." "Then what Utopia is currently doing to the Humans they've captured-enslaving them-is just a continuation of those traditions, isn't it?" I asked biting back a scoff. Was that supposed to be their excuse for killing and treating living people like slaves?

"Not exactly," Freyja replied with a slight shake of her head. "Two thousand years ago, the people of Sancta Vedelia might have remembered the gods' will. But as time passed, the divine purpose was forgotten, twisted. What once was a mission to create a stronger army became a justification: 'They are a lower race, so we can enslave them.""

The ancestors of these so-called enlightened Utopians were pawns, manipulated by gods into subjugating others. But today's bastards? They didn't even have that excuse. They enslaved Humans, Halves and even other races for no other reason than sheer arrogance and cruelty. I wouldn't lump every Utopian civilian into the same category-there were innocent ones, surely. But those who participated in this monstrous cycle of slavery? They were worse than

beasts.

And you know what's ironic?

These bastards Elves of Sancta Vedelia, or that so-called army of Teraquin I was currently commanding? They're all Halves themselves. Half High Elf, half High Human.

I'd love to see their faces when they find out this.

"Then the hatred toward Humans... is entirely unjustified?" I asked, still grappling with the

twisted logic behind it all.

They hated Humans-why?

For not willingly becoming enslaved?

How pathetic could they be?

"No, the reason behind Utopia's hatred toward Humans isn't born from superiority. It's born

from fear," Freyja however denied my words.

"Fear?" I repeated a bit confused. Why would they be fearing Humans out of all the other races?

For a moment, Freyja fell silent, her expression unreadable. It was as if she were remembering something buried in the depths of her mind. Then, without warning, she stood

up.

"I'll tell you another day," she said, her voice suddenly sounding distant. "You've learned enough for today. I thought it was only right for my personal knight to know some truths."

The way she said 'my personal knight', like it was etched in stone, scared me a bit though...

Still, I couldn't ignore the shift in her demeanor. That reaction of hers... what was it hiding?

Regardless, I was grateful for her explaination. The Goddess Freyja herself had shared this knowledge, and that meant it had to be true. The history of Sancta Vedelia was clearer now-

and far more twisted than I'd imagined.

Everything had a purpose. A sick, calculated purpose.

But there was something else I needed to know.

"Your Highness."

Just as she was about to leave, I called out to her.

"Hm?" Freyja glanced over her shoulder.

"Do you also hate Humans? Do you uphold the traditions of enslaving them-forcing them to

give birth to create an army for Eden?" I asked.

Maybe it was because I already spent a lot of days with Freyja, speaking and learning from her but I wished she wasn't like these trashes who were enslaving Humans for pleasure.

Logically she shouldn't be since she chose honorable people among the army chosen to protect her. None of them enslaved people and liked it.

For a moment, Freyja simply stared at me. Then she turned away.

"What I hate...is everyone who betrayed and lied to me. Sancta Vedelia and the Gods."

And with that, she walked away.

"Do you know what happened, Cleenah?" I asked.

[<Edward... if you truly wish to know, I can tell you. But it's something buried and hidden,

even from most of the Gods. Freyja herself desires for no one to uncover it. If you want

answers, it's best you hear them from her directly.>]

Even Cleenah seemed reluctant or maybe was she feeling empathy toward Freyja?

I sighed and shook my head. "No, it's fine."

She was right.

Whatever had happened to Freyja was deeply personal. If I truly wanted to understand, I

needed to hear it from her when she was ready to tell me.

No, I doubted she would ever tell me to be honest.