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Reincarnated as the Villainess's attendant

Kuro Aku was a high-schooler who one day bought a game because he liked one of the characters on the cover. To his great surprise, that game turned out to be an otome game and the character he liked was the villainess who was destined for a bad end! He was desperately playing through the game in search of some sort of way to save the villainess but he died in an accident before he could achieve that, and got reincarnated into the world of that very game by a selfish being who began calling him its toy! In a different world, before the proper game started, and as a side character who doesn't even have a name fueled by a firm conviction to save the tragic villainess, he won't stop at anything to ensure her happiness! Is saving the villainess even possible? And what does being a toy of the mysterious being even means? Read now to find the answer! Former title: Reincarnated into an otome game and becoming the attendant of the villainess - For my master, I'm ready to even kill the heroine ********** *************** The story cover is made by an amazing @YumenoKiseki - thank you so much once again for such lovely art! *************** ********** New discord account: Sound_Hammer#0850

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Chapter 144 - Perserios territory - part 1- Settling in (part 3)

*knock* *knock*

"...huh...?"

On the morning of the following day, someone knocked on the door to Zoemi's room, causing the black-haired boy to raise his head from over the book he was reading to kill the time before breakfast.

The boy checked the time but since there was still a full hour before the scheduled breakfast for the troops that he and Burushi were supposed to partake in, he had no idea what it could be about.

"(It's the boy with the fake eye, master!)"

"...?"

The first sentinel called in to inform their confused host, making Zoemi raise his brows.

It was odd, considering that after the initial meeting Devios was so busy with his own tasks that he contacted Zoemi via messengers.

Maybe the mornings were the least packed time on his schedule...?

"I am opening."

Since he already knew who the visitor was, the black-haired boy did not bother with asking out loud for confirmation of the identity and just called out before opening the door.