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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- pbcRgDx2Vc]

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Helena [1]

Dried leaves blew in the breeze, curling up in tiny whirlwinds over the Royal castle of the Pargoina Empire.

Arianell quietly walked toward the front entrance of the castle along with her siblings, seemingly going to welcome someone.

Her expression clearly stated she didn't like being here.

What she liked was solitude—being alone, all by herself.

Her gaze moved with the rustle of the wind.

She wondered how good it would be to be like the wind.

A thing without thought, caring, or hurting… nothing but free.

"I heard from Father last night," Arianell's gaze turned towards the strawberry-blonde-haired girl, Sylvania. "… About you being Moshel's Sword Maiden."

Johnathan, the first prince, also nodded gently as he too was present at that time.

"And?" Arianell asked, looking forward.

"I apologize for all the things I did as a child," Sylvania whispered, her voice low. "I didn't know why Father always prioritized—"