Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1

The memories of my previous life came to my mind suddenly after one year of birth. I was reading a novel because of a friend’s recommendation. The first part of the novel is where the female protagonist defeats the villainess who’s been harassing her, and then marries a wonderful male protagonist.

The villainess dies eventually and the protagonist soon gives birth to sons and daughters while living a happy life. And I became the reincarnation of the villainess’s daughter, not the child of the protagonists.

In defeat, the villainess commits an unforgivable sin and was confined to a very high tower by the male protagonist. Damn it, there was no detailed explanation of the crime. Born as the daughter of a villain in such a low-fidelity novel.

When the memories of my previous life flashed before me, only then did I understand this dark environment in front of me.

Even though I’m a sinner, I can’t be separated from my mother, so I’m sure I’m living here too.

“Hyu~”

I peek into the place where I heard a weeping sound.

“…I miss you, Duke. Did you really forget me…”

The villainess in the novel, who is my mother, missed her ex-husband from China, and couldn’t look outside the window except for when she breastfed me. This gloomy spire wasn’t very suitable for parenting, but in the end, I had to cut it off here. Because that would be my destiny, the daughter of a villainess.

***

There was a huge contradiction in the happy ending of this novel. The protagonists were married and spent three years together, as well as being a good-looking couple and always being polite to each other.

However, with the villainess around, the male protagonist was threatened.

She couldn’t just look at them, she tried to keep her place to the very end. However, the novel’s fate was on the side of the heroine, not of the villainess. The hero regarded the effort as defeat, and said she had committed a terrible crime that couldn’t be forgiven, she was proclaimed a sinner and was locked up in the tower.

And here.

Interestingly enough, the villain’s body already had the fruit of the male protagonist.

That fruit was me.

The daughter of a villainess and the male protagonist.

But the Duke wasn’t interested in me at all, and my mom misses the Duke all day long, ending up with her spending her nights in tears.

If my destiny is to be born the daughter of a villainess, then so be it.

It’s just a fixed story.

And if you don’t believe so, then you’d think this was just harsh reality.

But believing will open your mind.

***

Time has passed and I am now two.

When I was able to completely live on my own, I left my mother.

It seems that my mom still misses my father because when I left she didn’t care about me.

I can’t really remember the details.

Wouldn’t it have been a little sad, though?

Is it just my wish?

I left my mother behind, and I entered the doomed orphanage in the empire.

I’m only two years old and can barely walk. And the people who were interested in me just looked at me silently.

She’s the daughter of that evil woman, will she be like that woman as well?

Are you going to starve her this much?

Wouldn’t the Duke prefer it if she were dead?

They were busy gossiping among themselves even though the boat was making a rumbling sound. It was an environment that was different from the tower. It is dark, dull, and deserted, and it’s an environment void of affection.

If I hadn’t remembered my previous life, I would be crying everyday. I am fortunate to have the memories of my past life. Shedding tears, it must have bothered me more to see it.

I began to gradually adapt to this malice.

But it seems a little bit painful.

***

I am now six.

At some point, the nursery staff began to bother me.

“I called you. Didn’t you hear it??”

He appeared suddenly and made a nonsense argument.

“Are you staring at me? You look like your mother, so you’re a match for the west reading!”

It was already difficult to withstand the neglect and coldness, but the most difficult part was the sharp words they would say.

I didn’t want to become familiar with this. However, the reality was so harsh that I wasn’t able to withstand it.

By the time I became insensitive to this reality, no matter how secretly it has been happening, I was finally noticed by the nursery school director. The nursery manager looked at the embarrassed staff with a lazy and grumpy stare and quietly turned his head to me.

“Who would know if it doesn’t leak out?”

The words of the nursery head didn’t sound like she was blaming the staff, but rather small permission to encourage what they were doing. From then on, they didn’t feel guilty.

***

I am seven years old.

I know it shouldn’t be, but now I’ve been held back.

‘Damn story. Damn story’

Should I blame my wicked mother?

Or should I blame those people who made me like this?

Or should I blame the main characters of this novel?

‘I want to live in peace.’

During my days of depression, someone new entered the nursery. A pretty woman with a clear and good expression treated me kindly, different from the others. If I get hurt, she would take me somewhere to help clean and heal the wound.

I was very satisfied with this peace, which I’ve longed for a long time.