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Since When Were You The Villain?

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Since When Were You The Villain?

Prologue Episode 1

"Oh, I got caught."

Especially beautiful night when the full moon rises.

Red eyes thinned.

The silhouette under the moonlight was stealthy and black as if it had melted into darkness. And yet its presence was sharper and more intense than anything else.

It was breathtaking.

I shivered and eventually dropped a glass of water. But in black leather-gloved hands, the cup with water fell before it fell to the ground.

"You will wake people up. Sophie...?"

The corners of his lips gently rise. Even in the deep night, his red eyes were shining exceptionally like fireworks. But soon the gaze fell.

"It's okay. My throat tingled.”

He brought the glass to his lips and drank the water I was holding.

The sound of swallowing water echoed.

Suddenly, the glass was completely empty, and only a few drops of water in the glass sparkled in the moonlight.

Very slowly he placed the empty glass on the patio railing, and I stood there and did nothing.

Then it came into my eyes...

I covered my mouth with my hands and looked at his waist.

Red blood flowed over his torn white shirt as if it were something. He was injured.

Noticing my gaze, he pulled the black robe to hide the wound.

The cold sweat on his white forehead shone faintly in the starlight.

His slow gaze touched me, white.

"Well, Doc...!"

A strong force grabbed my wrist while I was belatedly trying to get up and run for the doctor. It happened in an instant. His body was dragged by an irresistible force and bit his lips.

The scent of familiar body and blood stirred and grazed the tip of his nose. Black hair, grazed by the wind, tickled his cheeks.

His heart thumped as if to wake up the world.

My head was dizzy because of feelings such as surprise or fear.

Slowly he spoke.

"Forget what you saw tonight, Sophie."

A low voice, mixed with breath, came to the wind. Gradually, the strength of his hand that held me slipped out.

and

Before I could catch him, he was gone like smoke.

I ran to the terrace railing and looked down, but all I could see was the dark moonlight.

But the bloodstains and the empty glass on the railing proved that what had just happened was not a dream.

My legs were weak and I fell.

There was a red mark on my wrist that he caught.

The rough heartbeat showed no signs of calming down.

"Me... Me... I was mistaken."

I got it wrong.

He wasn't a male protagonist...

~*~

- When I opened my eyes\, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Too boring sentences, those boring and common scenes were a reality before my eyes.

The same 'incident'I've read thousands of times has happened to me.

My only hobby was reading web novels.

Even in a busy life, I collected a hundred and two hundred won and bought a few years of happiness in the belief that it might be a jackpot or fail.

I was immersed in almost every piece.

So when the 'event', which I have read millions of times in the novel, happened, I felt a subtle excitement rather than fear.

Every day, I wandered through typography, and what I imagined actually happened!

"Possession book", which is like an old-fashioned artefact.

'Yes. Who would own a book, if not a fan of his own?'

I laughed into it.

Maybe I was waiting for this moment.

A day to get away from stuffy reality and live in a vast fictional world!

I couldn't just lie down with a pounding heart.

'When the owner opens his eyes, he has something to do.'

It is true that reading is the food of the mind.

Thanks to the indirect experience he had in reading web novels, he had the basic Book of Book possession in his head.

'Foremost, I need to know what novel this is and who I am...'

I woke up in bed and looked around.

'Anyway, there must be something somewhere in the room!'

As expected, an old mirror hung on the wall next to the bed.

Anyway, a person who is attracted to a book is obliged to look in the mirror and admire my beautiful appearance.

I woke up in bed to look in the mirror.

At the moment, his head pinged and his eyes darkened.

His body trembled, but he skillfully leaned against the wall.

This, too, was as expected.

'It's a possessed body, so I thought it would be this much.'

In general, possessed bodies are sickly or just over the threshold of death.

Orthostatic hypotension may appear, even if it is not incurable.

I took a deep breath skillfully and woke up.

Gradually, the field of view cleared.

As I turned my eyes to the mirror, I gradually revealed the appearance of 'I'.

In the mirror was a woman in her 20s.

Her light brown hair, green eyes, pale white skin, long and slender neck, bla bla bla...

It's so beautiful to explain, so I'm tired of explaining.

"It's true."

I have long faced unreal beings in the mirror.

As time passed, the embarrassment passed over my flawless face.

'Well then...Who are you?'

I really don't know.

Who do I own? "I" in the mirror is pretty,but aren't all the main characters in the original novel pretty?

In addition, brown hair and green eyes are common, regardless of leading or supporting roles.

When I read hundreds of works a month, I don't remember exactly who it was in which work.

'You see, I'm not an obnoxious villain...'

Beautiful, gentle, but modest look.

In this case, in general, three roles can be inferred.

First the heroine. It's not a gorgeous appearance, but it's perfect for a good starring role.

Secondly, the extras. In the novel, the extras are pretty.

Or the third, insignificant villain, the role of pretending to be ingenuous and getting the main character into trouble.

I own one of the three ...

'How did the other owners look at their faces and guess what books they had...?'

More hints were needed.

At least the name " I " should be found.

I turned my eyes from the mirror and looked around.

Through a belatedly widened view, the old attic was visible. Low, sloping ceilings, creaking beds without canopies, small desks and rustic wooden chairs, old-smelling bookshelves, low closets that can also be used as dressing tables.

'Where did the gorgeous aristocrat's room where the main characters used to go?…?'

It was a very poor environment.

But I was not disappointed.

'Yeah, for the main character, this uncomfortable environment was kind of like a setting.'

I proudly raised my hand to my waist.

I think I'm rather lucky, because it's not a bad director and an orphanage, a dark dungeon, a cold palace.

The original protagonist begins unhappily and ends with a happy ending.

'Isn't this the way to get a family, a castle, an empire?'

It is impossible for the main character holding the book to continue rotting in the attic.

I didn't have to worry because I know so well what the endings of most books are like.

Bad work with an ending is one-tenth, no, more rare than that.

'Well, by the way, someone needs to give me basic information...'

In most novels, the maid comes and says, ' Wake up, lady!'He says.

However, the old-looking wooden door was quiet from the old days. The maid came to this attic and said, ' Lady!I don't think I'm going to say, ' Oh, my god.'

I nervously patted my fingers.

'Wait!'

My patience was too hasty to wait for the next character without conviction.

'It's foolish to just sit still and wait for the next part of the story to proceed.'

Like Koreans attacking the game with superpowers, began to actively collect information about 'I'.

After searching through the small attic, I found a diary in a desk drawer.

'This is it!'

Is there a better item than this to understand the situation? I saw the name on the old leather cover of the diary.

[Sophia Fraus.]

It was my name.

And in the middle of the diary, a letter with the seal of the family.

[Count Fraus.]

'Then I'm a lady?'

I looked back at the shabby attic, where the ceiling creaked in the wind.

When I thought it was a collapsed family, I heard loud laughter outside the sunny window.

Looking out through a small window on one wall, I saw the garden of Count Fraus.

Unlike the old, shabby attic, the outer landscape was gorgeous and magnificent. The lawn was wide enough for horses to jump on, and there was also a fountain that made a rainbow of sperm surrounded by flowers in full bloom. The crest of the family on the large front door of the mansion was clearly like the crest of a diary.

In other words, it was not a situation where you could live in another room.

'I'm a little girl who lost a family...?'

Like Cinderella.

It was common for young children to be left behind in their families.

Honestly, how many heroines have been loved and happy since the first time?

'Then everyone is smitten, not just the male protagonist.'

Foreseeing an immeasurable future, he picked up his diary.

At that moment, something fell from the diary I was holding.

'Letter?'

I picked up a few envelopes that fell on the old floor. The callers are all 'Sophia Fraus'.

It was a letter that 'I'had not yet sent.

'Was this letter 'I'going to send to the same person?'