Villainesses in Romance Fantasy Become Obsessed

1. There is no evil woman in the world (1)

1. There are no bad villains in the world (1)

There is no villain without a story.

All villains have their own stories and become villains by their will.

I was born wanting to be a villain, so I wasn’t born.

They all became villains because they were placed in an environment where they had no choice but to become villains.

I firmly believe. No, it is a theory that must be firmly believed.

“Sinclair Damian.”

I turned around at the voice I heard.

“Yes, mother.”

“Do you really have to leave? I’m so worried about you. You haven’t even had a coming-of-age ceremony yet.”

My mother, Sinclair Eusephine, looked at me with a worried expression.

I understand.

A boy who is only 12 years old is going on a dangerous trip to another country.

If I were a parent, I would have stopped it with a slap on the face.

However, I have a situation where I have to go on a trip as soon as possible.

I had to rehabilitate the immature villains.

“Mother.”

“Yes, my dear son.”

I am calm.

Showing a composure inappropriate for her age, she spoke calmly to her mother.

“This is Sinclair Damian. I’m sorry to say this, but what was the result of all the work I put my hands on?”

“Beyond just doing well. Great achievement… “

“I made it. At such an early age that he hadn’t even gone to an academy yet. However, the older I get, the more I will be deprived of my freedom and have a hard time studying. That’s why I am right now. I want to see more of the world with my own eyes.”

It’s a lie.

I have no intention of wanting to see the world in my eyes.

However, my mother will approve of my light lies.

‘Because I made it so that I had no choice but to give permission.’

Euséphine let out a sigh and replied in a tone full of worry and concern.

However, unlike the first time, her facial expression was much relaxed.

“If you are… Don’t bother drying it. But, please keep your promise. I will definitely return to my family before I turn 14.”

Nod-

I answered her with a confident nod.

“Yes, I will definitely come back. A genius born by a mother. Please believe in me. I’ll send you a letter from time to time, so don’t worry.”

“How could I not worry. He is a precious and lovely son… I don’t want to let you go, son… “

Warak-

My mother hugged me with tears pouring from her blue eyes.

A touching farewell between mother and son.

However, even at such a moving moment, emotions could not enter my head.

‘We have to stop… ‘

Because there was no room in my head, and it was full of other thoughts.

‘We have to stop… ‘

We have to stop the villainess from becoming the villainess.

I have to keep my family and others’ peaceful lives from collapsing.

We must prevent the fall of the empire.

“We have to stop at all costs… “

“What did you just say son?”

“… No, I didn’t say anything.”

Inadvertently spitting out the obsessive thoughts I had since childhood.

I left the carefree and happy arms of my family.

It was to find the evil woman scattered around the world.

***

When I woke up in the world of this novel.

I am.

‘Mmm-!’

I was lying on the bed as a newborn baby.

At first, I thought, ‘Is this a previous life? It was also in the Middle Ages?’ And was filled with strange anticipation.

With a modern education up to the age of 21, I would have the knowledge close to a genius here.

However, the moment I overheard my parents talking while lying on the bed.

My anticipation exploded with a pop.

‘The head of Vertium in the east is said to have died.’

‘… I heard it too. They say all but one daughter are dead. He must be the same age as our Damian.’

‘Relatives must be the problem. They wouldn’t be able to leave such a young child alone. I feel sorry for her.’

At first, I thought it was an ordinary thing like a power struggle in the Middle Ages.

However, the content of the conversation felt strange the more I chewed it over while lying on the bed.

‘East? Vertium? Where did you hear this name? And, only one daughter kept her life… ?’

Ah, I saw this somewhere.

When the idea reached that far.

I realized.

About what kind of world I was reincarnated into.

‘When it comes to the death of the head of the family of Vertium, it’s something from a romance novel I’ve seen. But this world… ‘

It’s a f*cking dead end.

The title of the impoverished Romance novel is ‘The fiancé who punishes wicked women.’

According to the official introduction, a novel in which the heroine’s fiancé becomes a hero by saving the world from an evil woman.

According to my unofficial introduction, a novel in which the heroine puts up her fiancé to get ahead.

The scale doesn’t look too big, and the heroine’s fiancé seems to do everything.

In fact, if you look inside, the contents are completely different.

In a bad way.

The number of people killed by the evil woman in the world of this novel is approximately tens of millions.

The collapse of the city is natural, and the citizens who die miserably are also natural.

The more I read the novel, the more people die and become insensitive to the deaths of the people around me.

By the way, the place where the Sinclair family lives is also a city that will be destroyed by the wicked woman.

That too in a pretty brutal way.

‘Ah, I was born wrong.’

To think of death from the moment you were born.

Then, should I not be thinking about weddings in my life anymore, but about funerals?

‘I hope not many people come to my funeral. Do I have to prepare modestly by myself?’

No.

Absolutely not.

To think of a funeral and wait for death.

It’s still too early to think about a funeral.

‘I was reincarnated, but I can’t die this easily. Either in the last life or in this life. There are so many things I haven’t tried.’

From the moment I knew the truth of the world, every moment I thought, ‘How can I not die in this world? How can I prevent many people from dying?’ I always thought about it.

‘Should I run away? Would I rather kill them all before becoming a villain? If not, would I stick by the heroine’s side?’

At first, all the thoughts I had were close to wrong answers.

Every plan had its flaws, and it never changed the fact that innocent people die.

It doesn’t matter if someone you don’t know dies, ‘Is he a part-timer?’

I wanted to save as many people as possible if I could.

As I erased my thoughts with the feeling of saving as many people as possible, the best way I came up with was this.

‘If those women are rehabilitated before they become evil women… ? Then there’s no need to kill the wicked woman… ? You don’t have to make a villain from the beginning.’

Make a situation where the villain does not appear.

Creating a world without villains.

To be honest, it’s a method close to gambling.

There is no guarantee that the villains will be regenerated unconditionally, and even if they do, they may have another accident.

‘But what if this plan succeeds?’

Innocent people don’t die meaninglessly, and villains don’t become villains, so this world can have a happy ending.

The wealthy angels named parents who gave birth to me in this world will be able to live safely in a peaceful world.

‘No one is born bad. According to what I saw in the novel, even the villains were kind at first.’

I am the only one who knows that they will become wicked women and drive the world to the brink of destruction.

So, I will regenerate them and make this world peaceful.

This is something only someone who has read all the novels can do.

No, that’s what I have to do.

‘Start slowly. Plan step by step First thing you need to do is… ‘

Gaslighting my mother and father.

‘I have to instill an image of my competence so that nothing can get in my way.’

I set up a justification that cannot stop me just because I am young.

I used the knowledge of my previous life to take the first step in my plan to build my parents’ trust, create an image of myself doing well, and gain a reputation comparable to that of a genius or gifted child.

So he will suddenly agree to my eccentricity of going on a trip to meet the villains without taking all the classes.

All you have to do is outline the justification for the trip.

‘I succeeded in everything I touched using the knowledge of the novel, so there’s no stopping me.’

The perfect plan.

Perhaps it was because both of my parents were born and raised in wealthy families, and I had a round personality with a weak sense of reality, so it was more difficult to fail.

In the end, things went according to my plan, and my parents, who had strong trust in me, did not block my journey.

As a result, I was able to lightly set foot on the first step of the plan, the journey.

Clap clap clap-

‘… Still, it’s too early to celebrate. First step. You have to eat hard and stay calm. I still haven’t succeeded in my plan. The current world is very likely to perish.’

Whoop-

Take a deep breath and stay calm.

The villainess will see every single action I take.

You must set an example above anyone else and be careful with your actions.

Because villains are basically people with extreme personalities.

***

A sunny spring day.

In the yard of the mansion, the girl squatted on the grass and looked down at the floor.

“It’s an ant.”

The ants are returning home in a long line like a train.

As she watched the actions of the ants in silence, the girl began to be overcome by an impulse.

‘What will happen if you press the ant with your finger?’

Kwajik-

First, curiosity.

The ant pressed by the girl’s finger split into two in an instant.

“Hey.”

Kwajik-

Twice is fun.

Kwajik-

Three times fun.

The girl continued to kill her ants with her fingers, with a nonchalant expression.

I didn’t feel particularly guilty.

Because it is natural for the weak to die to the strong according to the logic of power.

The girl kept killing her ants.

The neatly arranged procession of ants was made into a corpse path, not a train path.

“What?”

But maybe it’s because I killed too many?

The ants broke off the line and ran away in a panic.

The girl lost interest easily at the sight of her scattered ants.

“It’s not fun.”

“What were you doing? Vertium Nadia, the head of the house?”

Nadia raised her gaze indifferently.

There was a boy who seemed to be Nadia’s age with a parasol to block the sunlight.

This is a boy who came in two months ago as Nadia’s attendant.

His name is…

“I was killing ants. Darmian.”

Damian.

He said, smiling sweetly at Nadia.

“Baron Medeus is looking for you.”

“My aunt is looking for me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

Nadia stood up, brushing the dirt off her skirt.

Damian put a parasol on Nadia and said small words.

“Yes, and the next time you kill an ant, you better not use your hands.”

“Why?”

“Your hands get dirty.”

“… That’s right, next time I won’t kill with my hands. Give me your hand.”

“Yes.”

Nadia held Damian’s hand with the hand that killed the ant.

So the two left for the office together holding hands.

It was a sunny spring day.