Reincarnated as the Villainess’s Unlucky Bodyguard

"Shut up and get ready," Daena growled as the rumble intensified, her flames crackling in anticipation. She squinted into the distance, expecting yet another oversized monstrosity to emerge from the dunes, all teeth, claws, and bad attitude.

Instead, what appeared was... a caravan?

The trembling earth settled into a rhythmic thud, accompanied by the sound of jangling bells and the occasional off-key hum of some ancient tune. Cresting a nearby dune, a mismatched procession emerged—two enormous sand beasts, like oversized lizards with humps, pulling a creaky wooden cart.

Daena blinked. The cart was draped in a riot of mismatched fabrics: vibrant reds, tattered golds, and faded purples. It swayed precariously with every step, and atop it sat a figure clad in what could only be described as the remnants of ten different wardrobes.

"Am I hallucinating?" Daena muttered, her flames fizzling out.

Nyssara, leaning lazily on her staff, raised an elegant brow. "If you are, then I am too. Though I must say, this is a far more peculiar sight than the last fifty abominations we fought."

The caravan stopped a few meters away. The figure atop the cart stood, balancing on the edge with outstretched arms like a circus performer.

"WELCOME, TRAVELERS!" the figure bellowed, their voice unnervingly chipper. They leapt down with surprising grace, revealing themselves to be a wiry man with mismatched eyes one green, the other a shocking shade of pink. His wild mane of hair was half braided, half free, and his clothes jingled with every movement from the sheer number of trinkets hanging off them.

Daena's lip curled. "Oh, great. A lunatic."

The man ignored her disdain, bowing deeply. "I am Marvello, purveyor of wonders, dealer in curiosities, and guide through the great, perilous desert!" He straightened with a flourish, his trinkets jingling obnoxiously. "What brings such fine ladies to these forsaken sands?"

Nyssara tilted her head, her expression calm but curious. "We're lost."

Daena shot her a glare. "Don't tell him that!"

Marvello gasped theatrically. "Lost, you say? How tragic! How dreadful! How... utterly ordinary for these parts."

Before Daena could retort, a second figure emerged from the cart. This one was hulking and broad, wrapped head to toe in layers of cloth, with only a pair of piercing yellow eyes visible. They carried a staff taller than Daena, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly with every step they took.

"And who's your terrifying friend?" Daena asked, her hands twitching toward her weapons.

"This is Beezle," Marvello replied, patting the giant on the arm. "My loyal assistant, bodyguard, and occasional cook."

Beezle inclined their head silently.

Nyssara's lips twitched. "Charming."

Marvello clapped his hands. "Now, as much as I adore meeting new people, I must ask what are you doing out here? Surely you didn't wander into the Abyssal Rift by accident?"

"That's none of your business," Daena snapped.

Marvello's mismatched eyes gleamed. "Ah, mysterious! I like it. But if you're hoping to leave this place alive, I suggest you make it my business."

Daena stepped forward, flames sparking to life in her palms. "Listen here, Marvello—"

Nyssara grabbed her arm, her grip surprisingly firm. "Wait."

Daena glared at her. "Wait for what? For him to start juggling flaming swords?"

Marvello, overhearing, grinned. "I could do that, if it would help earn your trust."

Nyssara ignored him, her gaze fixed on the caravan. "Look closer, Daena."

Reluctantly, Daena followed her gaze. The cart, which at first glance had seemed like a chaotic mess, now appeared... deliberate. The fabrics bore faint runes, some glowing faintly in the shifting light. The sand beasts weren't ordinary creatures either their scales shimmered with an unnatural sheen, and their eyes glowed faintly.

"They're not as simple as they seem," Nyssara murmured.

Marvello clapped again, this time more softly. "Ah, she notices! Yes, yes, we're far more than we appear. Now, how about we make a deal?"

Daena crossed her arms. "What kind of deal?"

Marvello's grin widened. "I'll guide you out of the Rift safely, mind you in exchange for a small favor."

"And what favor would that be?" Nyssara asked, her tone measured.

Marvello's eyes gleamed. "There's a... trinket I've been trying to acquire. A small thing, really. But it's currently in the possession of a rather stubborn guardian. Help me retrieve it, and I'll get you where you need to go."

Daena rolled her eyes. "Of course. Let me guess it's in some deathtrap-infested ruin, and the 'guardian' is a thirty-foot-tall nightmare?"

Marvello shrugged. "Something like that. But hey, you two seem more than capable."

Daena opened her mouth to retort, but Nyssara cut her off. "We'll consider it."

"What?" Daena hissed.

Nyssara gave her a pointed look. "Do you have a better plan?"

Daena glared at her, then at Marvello, then at Beezle, who stood silently like a looming shadow. Finally, she sighed and muttered, "Fine. But if this turns out to be a trap, I'm burning that cart to ashes."

Marvello beamed. "Wonderful! Let's get started, shall we?"

As the caravan began to move again, Daena muttered under her breath, "This better not be the dumbest decision we've ever made."

Nyssara smirked. "Given our history? That's a high bar to clear."

Daena snorted despite herself. "Fair point."

Daena trudged along the sandy trail behind Marvello's gaudy cart, her patience fraying with each jingling step. Beezle, the silent giant, walked beside her like a looming shadow, his presence unnervingly still despite his massive size. Nyssara, ever composed, strode with elegance as though the desert's heat and grit were mere trifles.

"So," Daena muttered, narrowing her eyes at Marvello's bouncing figure ahead, "how exactly do we know this isn't some elaborate scam?"

Marvello turned on his heel, walking backward with an infuriatingly wide grin. "My dear Daena, if I were scamming you, you'd already be penniless and probably on fire."

Daena raised a hand, letting flames lick at her fingertips. "Keep talking, and you might still end up on fire."

Nyssara interjected smoothly, her tone light but firm. "Daena, focus. If Marvello knows a way out of here, we need him for now."

"For now," Daena echoed under her breath. She wasn't convinced, but at least setting the cart ablaze was still an option.

The caravan creaked forward, the runes on the fabrics glowing faintly. Daena glanced at them again, her sharp eyes catching patterns that made her stomach churn.

"Those runes," she said, quickening her pace to walk beside Nyssara, "they're not just decorative. They're old magic. Pre-Abyssal Rift old."

Nyssara gave a faint nod. "I noticed. Marvello's not as simple as he pretends to be."

"That's what bothers me," Daena grumbled. "People who act like fools are usually hiding something."

As if on cue, Marvello spoke up. "You know, I can hear you. And I'm not hiding anything! Well, not much."

Beezle made a low rumbling sound, which might have been a laugh.

Nyssara raised a brow. "Not much?"

Marvello winked. "Everyone has their secrets. But trust me, mine are mostly harmless."

Daena snorted. "Harmless secrets don't come with ancient runes and a guardian to fight."

Marvello tilted his head. "Touché."

They walked in relative silence for a while, the oppressive heat of the desert making the air shimmer. Despite her annoyance, Daena kept her senses sharp, scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. The Abyssal Rift was notorious for its unpredictability, and the last thing they needed was an ambush.

Finally, the caravan crested a dune and halted. Below them stretched a field of jagged black rocks, their surfaces gleaming like obsidian. In the center of the field stood a structure a crumbling tower, its silhouette stark against the golden sky.

"That," Marvello announced, pointing dramatically, "is where our little trinket resides."

Daena crossed her arms. "A tower in the middle of nowhere. How original."

Nyssara surveyed the scene with a critical eye. "And the guardian?"

Marvello scratched his chin. "Ah, yes. The guardian. Let's just say it's... not fond of visitors."

Daena rolled her eyes. "Great. Anything else we should know?"

"Well," Marvello said, grinning nervously, "it might be a teensy bit... cursed."

Daena's flames flared. "Of course it's cursed. Why wouldn't it be?"

Nyssara, unfazed, started descending the dune. "Let's get this over with."

Marvello followed eagerly, his bells jingling. Daena lingered for a moment, staring at the tower with a mix of suspicion and irritation.

"This better not be a waste of time," she muttered before trudging after them.

As they approached the obsidian field, the air grew heavier, thick with an almost tangible pressure. The runes on Marvello's cart began to glow brighter, casting eerie shadows on the sand.

Beezle stopped abruptly, his massive frame tense. He turned to Marvello and rumbled something incomprehensible.

Marvello frowned. "Oh, come now, Beezle. It's not that bad."

Beezle rumbled again, this time more urgently.

Nyssara glanced at them. "What's he saying?"

Marvello sighed. "He thinks we're being watched."

Daena tensed, her flames igniting instinctively. "Watched by what?"

As if in answer, the shadows around the tower began to shift. Shapes emerged from the obsidian rocks humanoid figures, their forms flickering like mirages. Their eyes glowed faintly, and their movements were unnaturally smooth, as though they weren't entirely tethered to reality.

Marvello clapped his hands together. "Ah, there they are! The welcoming committee."

Daena glared at him. "This is your idea of a welcome?"

Marvello shrugged. "Could be worse. At least they're not throwing fireballs. Yet."

One of the figures stepped forward, its voice a hollow echo. "Turn back."

Nyssara stepped forward, her posture regal. "We're here for the artifact. Stand aside."

The figure's head tilted unnaturally. "Turn back, or face the curse."

Daena grinned, her flames roaring to life. "I vote for the curse. Let's see what you've got."

Marvello groaned. "Why does it always have to be violence with you people?"

"Because it's effective," Daena replied, lunging forward.