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azura19 · 2 days

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Chapter 2.1 ↩

Chapter 2.2:

To say that the journey to the Duchy Encinereb was pleasant would be a blatant lie. And how could it be called enjoyable when Yuma had been almost, almost forced to participate in the charade with his Master?

No! He had already decided his own lazy itinerary and now he had to put up with a fearful protagonist and the dashing bravado of his elder brother. Did he even add that this brother was the favourite to be taken in holy matrimony? What a stupidity!

He belonged to only one man and that man was already dead! And if to be faithful to him and to carry on his memory he had to give himself up to celibacy, oh believe it, he was going to do it. No one was going to force him to marry, least of all a brother of the protagonist who was more focused on business than on love. Ha! That was the least of it.

Did they think that because he was a Doncel and had the duty of bearing children, he was going to act nice for this man? They were so wrong! They had yet to see the real Yuma Tsukumo.

He had never acted cute, and he wouldn't start now! That privilege died with her future husband! So, the only thing left for his to do now was to ignore how the white—haired man tried to appease the protagonist.

Hmp. didn't they know that this suffering was in vain? Soon Vector would arrive! The second protagonist, so why pretend to hide the tears? Ah, Yuma was upset. He was not even able to enjoy the ride in such a fine, expensive and beautiful carriage. No.

The world seemed to tell him that everyone should pay attention to the protagonist and his suffering, so after what he considered an eternal journey, it was time to get out of the carriage.

A gloved and elegant hand was extended to Yuma, but he, still annoyed, rejected that hand to almost jump out of the carriage and... It had been worth it.

At last he felt free! The sun was high overhead but it still didn't feel unpleasant! The flowers that adorned the entrance of the Encinereb mansion greeted him as beautifully as the first time, and what to speak of the immediate attention!

Ah! To be a millionaire should be a sin! Yuma thought with new enthusiasm. But again he was jolted back to reality when Christopher began to escort his brother and he had to stay behind the retinue.

Was this about turning him down? Yuma glanced discreetly at Christopher Arclight and as he deduced, he gave him a crude look back, giving him an answer.

Yes, he had done it on purpose.

Ah, but Yuma would get even. He swore on his last kill, more so knowing that he didn't have that power yet, he did what was his own miserable role... Although, what the hell was he going to do with III when he was just supposed to be watching?! Damn, it sounded like he'd get bored again, why, him? Intervene in the mistreatment? Never! Surely the Villain would also pursue him in retaliation. It was better to ensure his survival.

So lost was he in his thoughts that Yuma hardly paid attention to the conversation that was going on in front of him, with really bitter overtones.

—III. —said Christopher in a falsely confident voice. —I am struggling for the same income as this.... Duke Encinereb, so don't limit yourself. We will soon be able to call off this engagement. In the meantime, I will take this opportunity, I will make it clear to him that you are not alone. I will protect you... No matter what else... So you only have to tell me and that bastard's head will be separated from his body... —

—Brother! —The protagonist chuckled in a whisper, his pallor was so worrying that even Yuma prepared himself in case he collapsed. —I-I'm fine, don't worry. I'd hate to see you in danger... —

—But... —Christopher wanted to reply, but was interrupted once the doors of the residence opened and revealed the interior of the mansion.

A shiver ran down the spine of those present, and even Yuma who was an avid reader, was not indifferent once they were led inside the residence.

And as expected, it was so elegant and magnificent that it was obvious that it belonged to the presence that was recognised as a Villain, in every sense of the word! The luxury was never overdone or exaggerated! On the contrary, the dark colours, the submissiveness of the frightened servants, the silence that seemed sepulchral.

Fucking hell! It was exciting. Yuma had only been there once before, and he could barely appreciate part of the structure of the place, but now that he was here as a chaperone, well, he had to make the most of it. He had to make the most of it and see this place that would soon become iconic. So, letting the initial introductions with the butler take place, he distracted himself by looking around here and there, of course, until the main owner arrived. And one of the stars of the novel.

Oh, my...

Yuma was beside herself with excitement.

Everyone's breathing seemed to stop, the tension suddenly grew high enough to be cut with a butter knife, and the sleek black clothes so worthy of a Villain's bearing came into view. Ah, even the barely relevant jewellery glittered as much as the predatory gaze of its owner.

Astral Encinereb was on the scene, and all Yuma could do about it was bow cleanly.

Was the main villain that strong? Now he understood his trembling Master even a little. Master who by the way, right now looked like a cute little helpless animal, trembling so much that for a moment even his older brother trembled along with him.

Pff... Wasn't this to be expected? It was a pity that the Villain with such an attractive face would end up on a guillotine, so in the meantime, couldn't he enjoy those pretty features for a while longer? No one would blame him, right?

Ah, his heart ached. That villain reminded him so much of his lover that.... Maybe that's why he was so fond of him. Though of course, he knew his place and above all, where he shouldn't meddle. So being strong, he feigned indifference once protagonist and villain collided at the top of the long stairs.

—It's a beautiful day, thank you for coming to visit me.... Duke Christopher, Duchess Michael and... Marquise Yuma... —

Huh? You name me? Me an irrelevant character? Yuma questioned silently, but didn't dare raise his gaze out of simple protocol. Perhaps he was being polite, he deduced, not imagining the real reason.

And noting that no one dared to salute out of politeness, the Villain then continued. As if this lack of politeness was neither relevant nor important to him, but quite the opposite.

To see the worst of evils rise, it must be terrifying...

—I see I have left you speechless, it is an honour that you have come this far.... Please, let me take you to the place prepared for your Excellencies. —Astral asked, to which Christopher quickly replied in the absence of words from his younger brother.

—Please. If you would be so kind, Duke Astral? —

The aforementioned paused for only a moment to observe the one who came to the protagonist's defense, and seeming to give his own silent verdict, he ignored the man before reminding him of exactly where he belonged.

—Is the appointment for both brothers? –

Oh! Wasn't the villain's voice quite seductive? But what is this? Is this a confrontation? Was Yuma's heart running wild? Was he really going to see one of those ironic drama—filled scenes? Ah! Please, these characters were going to kill him with emotion. How far was Christopher going to go with such a bold statement? Wouldn't that make the protagonist suffer even more?

Yuma clicked his tongue. No, no. The older Arclight brother was doing it wrong, and who was going to suffer? It was more than obvious; Michael was on the verge of tears. Should he intervene? It would be a shame, as the conversation was clearly a power play, who would be the winner?

—M-My apologies if you misunderstood Duke Astral. —Christopher mentioned, unwilling to compromise. —But I am here today as an escort. It is my duty to watch over my younger brother's safety at all times. —

Ah! That was a good argument, however... The Villain, he was not the Villain for nothing.

—Are you implying that my Duchy is not safe? —

Such words could bring grave consequences, could the Arclight family beat the gale in the event of a foul offence against the Encinereb family? No, they already had too much to worry about, one more problem, no doubt, would be the death and disappearance of the family.

Christopher was in trouble, but it was the protagonist who naively saved the day.

—N-No way! No way! What my brother means is that he's worried about my safety, I'm clumsy... And I tend to fall sometimes. —

Mm. Wasn't the main character kind of adorable? It's a pity that doesn't matter to the Villain, isn't it?

—In that case he can blame his own weakness Duchess, wasn't he taught well enough to walk properly? Well, it doesn't surprise me honestly. You've always been stupid about some things. —

Christopher seemed to kindle anger within him at the audacity, but the villain continued to speak.

—Well, whatever. If you're that clumsy. Someone will have to chaperone you. Two chaperones are better than one? —Astral scoffed, but as if that was the end of the confrontation, those present made their way to where the Villain of the story had previously pointed.

And when they stood face to face in a beautiful greenhouse, pretending they all had manners was a piece of cake. The engaged couple sat in the comfortable chairs set up for the occasion, facing a table full of snacks that looked exquisite and appetising, but which unfortunately would hardly be touched. The chaperones stood behind Michael, though at a distance which might be considered correct, while servants of the Encinereb household imitated his doing so with their own Master.

Ah, wasn't it great to feel this tension, Yuma needed some popcorn! And waiting for the moment when protagonist and villain would face each other again, everything remained in a neat silence.

Well, it could have stayed that way, but the villain had the least patience in the place.

— ...It is a blessing that you come to see me after such a state of shock. I feel grateful, my dear mother has told me what happened.... —

III gasped, and as he had been doing since his engagement, he looked up in mild terror before he wanted to bury his courage in the food in front of him, barely letting out a whisper of a voice.

—I-it is a gift that you are healthy again, Your Excellency.... My family and loved ones have awaited your awakening. —

Oh, come on, you can tell a better lie! Yuma cheered, quietly. It was more than obvious that no one wanted that being.

And that Villain, was aware of that fact. So, tinginging his voice with mockery, he said.

—I see... Please send my good wishes to his family and close ones... —

Phew, he was a tough opponent. The protagonist was in trouble! And maybe Yuma should have thought that this was the moment where Michael would let his intelligence and elegance shine through, but what happened... It was also to be expected.

As soon as the hair-pink finished listening, he quickly stuffed a couple of pieces of bread into his mouth, while trying to hold back his own nausea.

Was that his level of terror? Was that the degree to which fear affected his body? It was terrible... But, that in no way affected the main villain, who didn't hesitate for a second to boast about the situation.

—Miss Michael, don't you eat well within your Duchy? I heard that the Arclight family had certain problems, but to go to this extent, doesn't it make you think that we had better get married at once? —

Michael shuddered as soon as the idea was conceived. Marry? So soon? No...

No! He didn't want it; he didn't wish it. Let somebody...!

—Of course. —Astral continued to fill his tongue with venom. —I'm also not forgetting that it's soon to be his debut. —

Michael seemed to be on the verge of collapse, however, contrary to what Yuma might have thought about this scene in front of him, Christopher raised his voice, rushing to his pale brother's side.

—I am afraid, your Excellency, that my brother already has a partner to attend his debut.... —

What the...?!

—How...? —

What was this kind of turn of events?! Why was the protagonist's older brother intervening? Ah! Yuma's heart was about to explode, isn't this the so called ‘protagonist's halo’? A war was about to break out, and Michael had better resist.

It all felt like walking on thin ice. How would the villain respond? Would he get angry? Would he take advantage of the situation? Yuma was anxious, but contrary to what he and those present expected, this did not happen.

In fact, what happened...

It almost made him jump over his own feet.

The villain's face was expressionless, and as such, so was his tone of voice, as if he didn't really care about anything.

—I see... I'm afraid, it is Duke Byron's decision, the force with which he expresses it makes it clear to me. So, I can't plead that, can I? —

The atmosphere was tense, and the Duke did not expect an answer either, so he added.

—Well, if that has been said, I'm afraid I can do no more. I hope you enjoy your debut? —

What, the Villain wasn't going to plead? Get angry at the aggravation? Throw the table over before he hit Michael as usual?

What was going on right there? Yuma woke up that morning? A discreet smack on his cheek and the pain coming from his actions made him see that he was seeing well and hearing perfectly. So...

What the hell was wrong with that villain? Did he hit his head? Why wasn't he acting like his usual self? Was it his fever?

Yuma looked around for an answer, however, just as he did, Christopher and Michael's confused expressions made him realise that something else was going on.

What was going on?

He didn't know, but he was trying to find out.

And as if that scene was just the beginning of a decline, the Villain opened his mouth again, tipping them into a strange limbo.

—Two weeks was enough time for them to feel they could do whatever they wanted with my own position. Do they take me and my name as irrelevant? —

—N-Never! No! —Michael cried, and as if he had forgotten that he was being protected by his brother, he quickly tried to make amends for what his brother had caused. —W-we do not mean to harm your person in any way! It is something that even I was not aware of, Duke Astral please! I appeal to your benevolence. Please, please... —

The hair-pink's fear was palpable, the terror in his gaze barely allowing him to face the villain, and his brother, already resting one of his hands on a hidden dagger.

This seemed to be serious, but as if Astral had foreseen this, he called one of his servants to hand him a beautiful sealed envelope, which he handed to a trembling III. And without waiting and without ceremony, he said what he had to say.

—Well... I seem to have heard and seen how I have been slighted, so, realizing that I am no longer favored by this pathetic union, I have a request to make. Taking advantage of the long road you have travelled; I hope you can convey to His Excellency Byron the following: I wish to cancel the current engagement with the Doncel and Duchess of Arclight.... Michael Arclight. —

—What? —

What?! Ah, Yuma was in disbelief. And how could he believe it? The villain wasn't supposed to rest until he had Michael under his thumb. But then, why...?

His mind was in chaos, and as soon as he heard the screams of an exalted Christopher, he noticed for the first time how the villain made his hands tremble under the table. Was that possible?

—What do you mean by that? Duke Astral! Answer me! Duke...! —

No. That was impossible.

But if he saw himself like that... And he did ponder what had happened: The sudden fever, the disinterest and the nervousness well hidden under the table. So, wasn't there a slim chance that someone else had also transmigrated?

Yuma felt dizzy, and wanted to deny that fact, but looking back at how Astral himself handed over the documents for the breaking of the engagement, and how he dismissed the agitated brothers, he knew at once that there was no doubt. Only a person who had read about that world could make such a significant change! And therefore...

That Astral, he was a transmigrated person!

Oh, my...

Yuma's heart was pounding like crazy, and his anxiety grew to the clouds, and he didn't really think much of his actions as he rushed after Astral's strategic retreat, so trying to keep up with him, he shouted for the opposite, stopping him halfway down the corridor.

Had he been wise? Yuma would see later, but now, now he needed to know who was hiding under that skin.

From the skin of the Villain.

—Your Excellency, Duke Astral! —

The Villain paused, and as if the confusion had rubbed off on him, he spun gently on his axis, before looking at the one who dared to speak to him of his own free will.

—Are you...? Are you not the Marquise Yuma Tsukumo? —

Yes! Yes, I am. Yuma wished to reply, but something much bolder crossed her lips, flushing her cheeks. If his theory was true, the stranger would answer, otherwise, he would be branded a madman. So...

It was now or never!

—I-I introduce myself, m-my name is Yuma Mertencia, and I was once the owner of the Mark of Mertencia, in a world different from this one... Are you...? Are you really Astral Encinereb? —

Ah, if Yuma could hear, he would have sensed the turn in another's heart. However, he stood tall, pointing to himself, waiting for an answer, holding his breath.

Had the gods finally taken pity on Astral? It was so unexpected, so surprising. But, for a moment, the false villain had a feeling that he had been given a hope he thought had been snatched away. So, holding his breath, he stepped forward, facing his pursuer.

—Are you Yuma Mertencia? The Yuma who told me he accepted once I gave him an engagement ring? Who he wanted to see every night after work? Are you that Yuma? —

—How are you...? —

No.

It was impossible.

It was improbable.

But then, how did that villain know that detail so well? The only one who knew about the proposal was...

—Astral...? —

—Yuma...? —

Oh, both lovers reciprocated, and against all odds, it was Yuma who approached first before whispering again, with tears in his eyes.

—Are you really that Astral who waited for me every night and made love to me every time I made fun of him while reading a certain novel? Are you that Astral? —

The man with the skin of a villain nodded, and letting out for the first time in his life, a sincere smile, he took the other's hands, before bringing them to his chest, cradling them with longing.

—Yes... —

—It's you! —

Yuma had no doubt. The man in front of him, had stopped being the villain a short time ago, and now who was in front of him was none other than his lost love. The one that had been taken away from him, and was now being returned to him in an inconvenient way.

Could he have imagined that this day would evolve in this way? No. Not in a million years, but now, Yuma was immensely happy. And he proved it as soon as his tears shyly ran down his cheeks as he moved closer to the man who was no longer terrifying.

Should I kiss him hello? Yuma wondered shyly, but noticing how Astral, HIS Astral, pressed his forehead to his, he listened to what he had to say in sweet silence.

—I'm sorry for being late... —

Ah, and those words were enough for Yuma to actually try to kiss him, but like everything in a RoFan novel, Yuma was pushed away so quickly that Astral barely noticed who was the cause.

—We withdraw now, your Excellency Duke Astral. —

And that was none other than the protagonist's older brother.

Oh, did Yuma ever hate that world and its characters so much? Maybe he did, but, just now, he swore his eyes were a pair of daggers. How dare such a guy separate him from the love of his life, how?!

He tried to restrain himself, but being taken almost forcibly, he could barely look at his beloved from the corner of his eye.

He promised to see him again.

No matter how, no matter when. But, Yuma, him. He would make it even if he had to go against this stupid world, this damned novel.

He would return to Astral, and he was sure, Astral would return to him.

And indeed, that thought was not mistaken at any time, for now Astral Encinereb, had set his eyes upon Yuma Tsukumo. And that meant only one thing...

The course of the novel was no longer certain...

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Chapter 3 / Coming Soon

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azura19 · 4 days

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Astral, the Miserable Villain

Let's start with the cards and images!

First of all we have our beloved Astral; who in this fic takes the name of Astral Encinereb. -The villain of the day, the main villain, the baddest of the bad guys, the main villain and the one who ends the worst. Can you imagine knowing that you'll end up in a guillotine? It must be terrifying to know that at every turn. I understand a bit about Astral and his miserable fate upon reincarnation. But, well, anything for a fic? the end justifies the means? hahaha, no, that's not a good excuse.

Different scenes, two different people. One had a life full of excess, the other simply had the misfortune of occupying a body that was not his. But is it true that everything can be judged at the first reincarnation? Well, that's for us to find out.

Astral is in trouble, serious trouble. His duty is to find a way to solve it, even if it is not his fault in the first place. It is certainly a pity.

Ay, ay, our sugar cube won't have it easy, welcome our Astral Encinereb! Our Wretched Villain.

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azura19 · 7 days

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Fanfic up!

Ding! ding! good things must be said three times!

And, finally the first chapter of my fanfic “Villain Please Don't Die!” (Keyshipping my OTP) was published. Ahhhh, you don't know how excited I am right now. It's totally amazing that after so much effort, this project is finally seeing the light.

Why, you know? This fic is also in Spanish, but that it can now be seen in an English-speaking environment. It's fantastic! I thank those of you who are aware of it. I hope you like it as much as I did when I wrote and translated it.

Oh, and if you like my work. Please support me! A heart costs nothing, haha.

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azura19 · 8 days

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It's Today! It's Today! The release of the first chapter of "Villain Please Don't Die!" is today! Part 1. 1 is today! We're celebrating in style! Yuma and Astral know it!

Imagine that both of them are now Villains and Vector is a hero together with...@#%&€$? That must have been quite a surprise. Hahaha

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azura19 · 9 days

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Can anyone imagine this sugar cube as an evil villain?

Capable of anything for lack of morals and righteousness. With a chiseled, human, elegant face and being a powerful Duke? (And in a Korean Manhwua style) Well, Astral can be. And here I leave you the living proof of it....

And there will be more of this in my fanfic "Villain Please Don't Die!" Give it a look, I assure you won't regret it.

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azura19 · 10 days

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I need your help, I'm obsessed with the idea that Aren (Don Thousand) is and always will be Astral's "mother". 👌😔 Hahahahahaha, and am I the only one who sees how her image alone, her person is elegant and stylish, contrary to what Eliphas represents? Please! See how beautiful and perfect he is! 😍✨

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azura19 · 10 days

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You know, I've been having a lot of fun recreating scenes from my fanfic: Villain Please Don't Die! And, let me tell you, even though it's a bit far from the result I wanted. Getting even a little bit closer to what I imagine is exquisite!

Using artificial intelligence for me, who sucks at drawing, turns out to be a nice consolation. Hahaha

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Summary of the fanfic!

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azura19 · 11 days

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Title: Villain Please Don't Die!

Summary:

Astral, who had read transmigration novels, never imagined he would see himself in that situation. His life was over, but a new one was beginning in a novel in the glare of the moment.

The problem. He couldn't go home.

The second problem. This was a BL novel (a matter that was not relevant to him, as he was not exactly straight).

And third problem, he was going to die soon.

Now the clock is ticking with every step he takes, and he is just waiting to see his loved one. Please someone stop the torture!

‘I will live, I will live long enough to be hated!’

That was his vow. His battle cry.

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Chapter 1.1

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Chapter 1 ↩

Chapter 2.1:

Suspicion and Miracle

Far from the Duchy of Encinereb, just in one of the next territories almost adjacent to it, is the Duchy of Arclight, belonging to the current Grand Duke Byron Arclight.

A man of great beauty and intelligence, with blond hair tied in a braid, and a body that looked as if it had been chiselled by the hands of hundreds of angels. A man so handsome that he ranked among the highest that gossip bulletins boasted. He was the kind of perfect man who, if he were to take a new wife, no doubt hundreds of Maids and Maidens would line up to take his place.

Byron Arclight was famous, handsome and a good catch, let there be no doubt about that, however, as well as possessing a handsome face, he also hid part of his personality.

Byron is the man you call to get a nice evening, that's true, but you could also call him to get rid of a body and he wouldn't have a problem either. Simply put, Byron was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Possessed of a fine tongue imbued with venom, shrewd in business, and shrewd when it came to his territory.

Byron Arclight, current owner of the Duchy Arclight, can be said to be a cunning and ambitious fox. Protective of his own and cruel to others. A man who is hard to underestimate, and why? One need only look at his Duchy:

A vast territory filled with abundance and wealth beyond what gold might seem to any Marquez.

Its forte, which was agricultural production, was perfectly combined with the exploitation of mines and rivers, where the most beautiful jewels of the Dion Empire were obtained, —jewels which, by the way, were well received throughout the length and breadth of the Empire. —

Needless to say, because of this. The Arclight family gained the favour and approval of the current Emperor and Empress, who, in return for their loyalty, wore these jewels in truly important matters involving the Ladies and Donceles of the Empire as well as the affairs of State. A point that was relevant when it came to increasing sales and prestige.

So relevant was not only Byron, but the entire Duchy of Arclight; and this prosperity, along with the tranquillity, might have continued had this not been a RoFan novel scenario, remembering who the main character and villain in turn was.

Byron fell victim to the wiles of Astral Encinereb: A curse turned him back to an infant of tender age, his body that was praised, returned to that of a child. His voice that was praised was now criticised for its sweetness.

It was indeed fortunate that Byron retained his conscience and maturity, otherwise it might have been his precious children who would have suffered most:

Christopher Arclight, Thomas Arclight and Michael Arclight, the last being the only beautiful Doncel in the family, and by far the most important. He was the protagonist.

And perhaps at this point we will all think that Michael should be surrounded by luxury and involved in a passionate love that could lead to marriage, however, and again, this is a RoFan novel. So it was obvious who it was he was stuck with.

Ah, a pity indeed. Such a beautiful flower was also a victim of Astral Encinereb's wiles, and not only that, he also suffered from violent courtship and courtship, and though he tried to always hide the marks or evidence, the rumours were never kind to his ears nor alien to his family.

They were trapped, and it felt as if the threads of a poisonous spider were slowly beginning to suffocate them.

It was a pity that the Encinereb family held the same power, otherwise....

Otherwise...

No, it was not worth thinking about what would happen, Michael thought that having illusions was his first step to madness, so closing his lips and putting up with the abuse was a better solution. He didn't want to think about a would-have-been if all it would do was hurt his heart; so mustering all the maturity he could at fourteen, he shut his heart tight.

If his fate was to be killed at the hands of Astral Encinereb, he would accept it, for the sake of his family.

He didn't need hope, because it was useless, and he didn't need pity, because it was pathetic. Michael was a nobleman, and as such, his brow would be held high until his heart was ripped out.

Wasn't that the best way to fight? His case, for better or worse. He wasn't the only one, so, following in the footsteps of other trapped Ladies and Donceles like him, shouldn't that make things easier?

Ah, poor child. No doubt he was naïve.

Carrying around so much grief makes him believe that he really will save everyone, doesn't it? No, that wasn't even remotely possible. And even though Michael wasn't aware that he was the main character and would therefore enjoy the halo of the protagonist, it still wasn't enough to stand up to Astral Encinereb: The Main Villain. So, all that was left for him to do was to remain a pretty but battered doll in a shop window until his best buyer arrived.

Such were the laws of this world, and as such, he had to endure. But, perhaps, there are things that can be twisted at will, like the crooked lines of God.

Oh, that was what one more background character thought.

Yes, we are talking about another transmigrated soul who now occupied the body with which he shares a name. Yuma of Mertencia, or better known to the protagonist as Yuma Tsukumo, his Company Knight.

Ah the world is small, or should I say novel? Be that as it may, this soul, who arrived two months ago, could not simply take everything for granted. So, using the infallible ‘clinging to the protagonist's thighs for survival’ move, he heeded his instincts and moved quickly to get to exactly where he was, and where he played a role of perhaps little relevance.

Could anyone blame him for looking out for his own life? Perhaps, but Yuma being Yuma Mertencia who played a commanding role in his old world and knew how to move in just such an environment, malicious rumours were his bread and butter, and he knew how to dispatch them appropriately.

So all that was left for him to do was to hold on to the main character in order to have a good life and that was it, once the main villain fell he could go and live quietly with a large sum of money in a villa and stay there until he died.

Ah, it was certainly a perfect retirement plan, but between imagination and action, he still had to concentrate on what lay ahead.

A message had arrived in the Grand Duchy, and he, like a good messenger, broke the news as soon as it arrived.

‘The next Grand Duke Encinereb had fallen into bed with a sudden fever.’

That was what the message said, but for Yuma, an avid reader of the novel ‘Flowers of the Seasons’, this was certainly strange, as he could not remember, no matter how much he thought about it, a scene similar to this one described on any page of the novel.

And although it was true that he skipped several pages because of his future husband's quick reading, he doesn't remember anything like that happening. Could it be because of his reincarnation? Perhaps, since he barely understood that he was still alive after a frightening and shocking crash.

In a different world, but alive all the same.

So, something felt strange. Like a foreboding growing in his chest; he wished to inquire, but his duty unfortunately came first, so using the protagonist as an excuse, he was allowed to accompany him for a brief visit to the Astral Duke Encinereb.

It was all for appearances sake of course, and although the Villain's progenitors seemed blind to the protagonist's trembling at any movement the Villain made, that was irrelevant to his assessment of the situation.

Astral Encinereb was bedridden, moaning softly in pain. There was no sign of poisoning, no sign of seizures, so everything was unclear, even down to his fever. Do fevers just strike out of nowhere without medical precedent? It was true that in this world, they still lacked relevant medical knowledge like microbes or bacteria, but... Still...

Wouldn't it be a sin to look so fucking handsome even in such a precarious state! Ah, Yuma couldn't handle that wicked beauty! Wasn't it unfair to all the sick people in the world? What an insult!

Yuma was grumbling silently, so he barely noticed when Michael said enough was enough and consequently dragged him all the way back to the Arclight Duchy.

Hmp. It was a pity, Yuma thought he might have found out more, but he barely had time to listen in on the rumours going around inside the Encinereb Duchy from afar.

The evil man was still evil.

Yuma felt that what he knew was there, but, still, there was something that seemed to be lost in plain sight. Should he investigate further? No. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, especially now that weeks later another message was arriving, much to the protagonist's misery.

Astral Encinereb had woken up, and not only that, his parents demanded that he go to see him, so the protagonist had no choice but to do as he was asked, even if it was the least he wanted.

Undoubtedly a pity, but that was irrelevant to Yuma. He already knew what the ending would be, so why worry now?

And as his job as a Company Knight dictated, he did what he had to. Making his way to the Michael's room, opening the doors loudly as he announced himself with great enthusiasm. Overshadowing the slim, pale figure of the protagonist.

—Good morning III! The sun is shining and so are we. It's time to get up... –

—¡Yuma...! —

Michael laughed, barely gently, jumping with fright at the sudden appearance, leaving aside that nickname which had accompanied him from his early childhood, and which even his friend insisted on mentioning.

—Y-You're quite enthusiastic even in the mornings. Anything new happen? —

—Nothing at all. —

Was Yuma's quick reply, so Michael blinked repeatedly before sighing, much calmer.

—Ah... I see. —The short conversation seemed to have ended right there, but Yuma was the one who added:

—Well, today is a beautiful day and we must not waste it. You must get ready to go to your abuser. —

—Yuma! —

Michael once again scolded his best friend with a tone that betrayed a simple but immense terror.

—You know very well that... —

Yuma had clearly said it all with purpose, yet this mattered little to him, so he smiled with a mean glint before interrupting his Master.

—Yes, yes. He is to be called by his name, your Excellency, the Astral Duke, I know. But you know something, he's not here? —

—Yuma. –

Michael said again urgently, as if he feared that at any moment he would receive a blow from this terrible man. So Yuma, knowing that this was necessary for the protagonist to suffer, shrugged his shoulders, before leading the other to the bathroom, where he began the whole process of grooming him.

Oh, wasn't he heartless? Yuma was laughing at himself, but who could blame him — wasn't it the protagonist who would get the best end of the stick in the end? At least he, as an unimportant character, was allowed to annoy him for a moment, wasn't he?

Well, be that as it may, he still had to deal with his trembling Master, who spoke to him in the same tone with which he was trembling all the time.

—...N-No, but, you still have to maintain respect at all times.... —

Yuma wanted to tell Michael that this fear was unnecessary, however, he just kept on grooming him with his usual encouragement.

—It's all right, relax, I know you're tense.... But Duke Astral isn't here, so you're safe. Everything will be fine, I'll be with you if it's necessary... —Yuma promised in his usual manner, but, visualising the protagonist's anxiety at wanting to bite his precious nails, he was moved. —Ah! I forgot to tell you, but Lord Christopher said that he would accompany you to the Encinereb Duchy... –

—My brother? —Michael questioned with full curiosity, and barely letting go the trembling in his body, while allowing his hair to wash, he looked shyly at his companion, who smiled warmly at him.

—Yes, he said that he would prepare to take you and act as escort, since Lord Vector had to leave on a mission entrusted by Lord Byron... —

—Vector... —III called out gloomily.

It was more than obvious that the name would resonate with him at all times, so Yuma, leaving his master to lose himself in his own thoughts, finished his work in a timely manner.

So, when lunchtime arrived, Michael was already finely prepared and presentable for what was about to happen.

The white lace and slightly low—cut dress, together with the emerald—coloured precious jewels and the pair of low heels, only emphasised the unnatural beauty of the protagonist, even when he had a drooping and sickly countenance. No one would deny that he was a beautiful rose about to wilt.

Yuma had done an excellent job, so bowing to his master, he announced the next thing to be done.

—My Master is the most beautiful in the Empire, nay, in the whole World. So please don't show that bitter countenance. His father and brothers are already waiting for him in the dining room. –

—Is that so? —

Yuma stood up again, and nodded softly in reply.

—That's right, so please let's go to the dining room. It would be bad to keep your family waiting, wouldn't it? —

—You're right. —Michael nodded, and stood up and looked at himself once more in the mirror.

The intricate hairstyle, the shape of his eyes, his pale skin, the make—up doing a great job of covering up the last of his wounds. Yes, it was certainly an exceptional job. But... He could still see that vacant look in his own eyes. Wasn't that an ugly look for a life partner?

Michael was about to lose himself in his ramblings once more, but Yuma intervened before it happened. Taking up a position beside his Master, next to the mirror.

—My Master needs to have more confidence in himself. You are beautiful, and I'm sure you could become happy if you wish. —

—With his Excellency, Duke Encinereb? —Michael questioned wryly, and feeling the corners of his eyes twitch, he tried to smile as he always did, but only got a strange grimace.

Yuma, for one, sighed: would it be a sin to tell the protagonist the truth about his future? He wasn't sure, but it was better not to tempt fate, so he only managed to say.

—You look beautiful, and I'm sure you'll be well received at Encinereb Manor this time. —

III doubted it. But he said nothing, and walking to the door, he added:

—Father must be exasperated by now, I have been delayed longer than usual. –

Yuma, seeing the real picture, gently denied.

—I doubt it. You are his greatest treasure... At best he'll be worried that you won't be here at the appointed time.... —

—Maybe... —

Michael smiled just softly before denying and trying to clear his head of vain ideas, he walked to the dining room, where Yuma parted in silence and where his loving but small father greeted him.

—Ah, good morning III, did you sleep well? —

I could not close my eyes for most of the night. He wanted to answer, but he merely replied, sitting down in his assigned place with a pleasant smile.

—I did... And I'm looking forward to today... —

—Is it because of seeing me today? —Byron joked, so Michael blinked at his father's sudden childish display and laughed barely audibly. Much improving his mood.

Ah. Couldn't he stay like this all day today? Michael begged inwardly, but could barely ingest a mouthful when his older brother arrived, almost slamming the doors. With a humour that might be compared to dogs fighting for food.

—That bastard! Couldn't he have been in a coma? —

Michael must not have been a genius to know who he was referring to, so trying to ignore that fact, he tried to get the food past his mouth.

—Why didn't he die? Should I send more assassins? Any bandits? —

—You'd better calm those tempers. Thomas. —The father of the family looked sideways at his youngest offspring. —Are you blind? You're in the dining room, sit down and behave. —

—Huh? —

Thomas who had arrived like a hurricane, noticing that his younger brother was already present in the dining room, changed his mood to a much more nervous one, so obeying his father, he tried to fix what he had broken.

—A—Ah, today's b—breakfast looks exquisite.... Is it because of some event? —The patriarch of the family looked at him angrily before sighing.

Why was his second son so impulsive? Well, whatever. He had a new task now, and that was to cheer up the only Doncel in the place.

—Not at all, Thomas. This is a present for Michael, for his continued effort with the housework and his studies... —

—Ah. —Thomas understood the hidden message, and his father's purpose, and tried to contribute to the task. —III, today you woke up cuter than usual. It is obvious that something would be done in your honour? Isn't that right, dad? —

—Yes, yes, yes. It's just as you say. —Both men laughed as if they had told a nice anecdote, but there was only a small reaction from Michael, who, after understanding that his family was trying to make him feel good, blushed at the attempt at flattery.

Is this what he would protect with his sacrifice? He hoped so, otherwise? No, it wasn't worth thinking about.

Michael shook his head softly, and raising his visitor again, smiled brightly. Yes, this was the only way.

And as if good fortune had smiled on him, Michael and his family continued to talk until the butler entered and cut short the momentary happiness, giving way to bitterness.

—My Lord. The lady's carriage has been prepared. We are ready to leave... —

Michael had scarcely time to finish his meal, for anxiety prevented any more food from coming in. So rising, he quickly said what he had to do.

—I will see your Excellency, Duke Astral. And once the meeting is over, I will quickly return home. —

Byron, who held up one of his tender hands to stop him, half—stood, so hopelessly. He nodded at the words, and thinking what he could do to protect his son, announced his own move.

—Michael, Christopher will accompany you, and Yuma will be your chaperone. Take them with you and go carefully. —

—Father... —Michael, who could barely stand the pressure, was grateful for the gesture, so nodding again, he headed for the exit. But not before taking one more look at his worried family.

If he could protect them then... It would all have been worth it.

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Chapter 1.2

Chapter 1.3

So, the next morning the first thing he did was to wake up in a good mood, he would start operation kindness! So, trying his best to get what he wanted, as a first attempt he smiled at his servant, who was just now helping him to dress.

And though he knew that he himself was terrifying, his disappointment was great when his servant visibly trembled before attending to him as he should, fearing some blow or reprimand that ended in equally severe blows or unpleasant punishments.

It was to be expected, wasn't it?

Astral honestly couldn't blame him, for that's how much of a scum he was as the villain of that novel. So, deciding that his sandbags would start to pile up from now on, he raised his voice, trying to sound calm and gentle. Though perhaps not so much that some mental illness might be alluded to by the change in his personality.

—Have you been resting well? —

Well, he was lousy at starting a servant-master conversation, but this was something, wasn't it? No one would question him anyway. So, he was fine. And glancing sidelong at his servant, he waited for an answer, which never came. For the other only shrugged his shoulders before nodding and denying almost at the same time. With terror so deep that it made his colour change to pale.

Isn't that too much? Astral wanted to ask, but held back so he still tried to get to the same point.

—Ah, you can talk if you want to... —

Perhaps the servant needed approval?

—I-I'd rather not disturb you, young sir... —

No. Apparently not, as the other quickly shook his head nervously. Continuing on his way, he removed Astral's pyjamas, taking care not to touch the exposed skin in any way.

Well, Astral knew it wasn't going to be easy. So, the second step was next: Try to convince him.

—Don't be modest. All right, that's an order. There will be no consequences... —

Astral waited, but that servant didn't seem to hear him. He only nodded before walking away to choose his Young Lord's clothes for the day.

‘This isn't going anywhere’ Astral thought before simply denying softly.

Understanding that, he had more things to fix than to impose. The routine going on before, by mistake, that servant gently injured one of the exposed arms with the chosen sack.

Terror being the first thing to reach the other's eyes before Astral could process what happened. Barely letting out a small whimper before noticing the servant kneeling before him. Placing his forehead on the ground as tears came unwisely to his eyes.

—I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgive me Your Grace, mercy.... Mercy! —

And that was the last straw for Astral. Now he wanted to beat himself up for being the villain of the day.

That wasn't right at all, so deciding that his operation had failed so miserably, he sighed.

He shook his head softly after he finished putting on his coat himself, nodding at his image in the mirror to the side and then crouched down to his servant's level, only to speak gently to him.

—Easy... It's alright. I'm fine, it's just a scratch... —He said, showing how his arm barely showed a red spot. Showing total disinterest.

—E-Eh? —

The servant could hardly believe what was happening. What's more, he couldn't believe what was happening. So, he did the most logical thing that came to his mind.

To thank him vehemently.

—Thank you! Thank you! My Young Lord, I swear I will never do that stupid thing again! —His head hit the ground before Astral reached in to stop the servant from hurting himself further.

Isn't his reaction excessive? Astral wished to question, but decided that keeping his mouth shut was better.

—I understand, just... Just stop... —Astral asked, shocking the other. Who looked at him like someone coming back from a long journey, crying before smiling.

—My Young Lord Astral... He has returned with us... —

‘What the hell does that mean?’ Astral wanted to ask before deciding not to push his luck.

—Stop the nonsense. Finish helping to fix me up, come on.... —He asked earnestly before the servant changed his stance. Nodding in true spirit before serving his Lord with all his enthusiasm. Now combing the unruly pure white hair in front of him.

Astral sighed, his walk was already beginning to look longer and more tedious than he had ever imagined.

And then, having already groomed himself, he made his way to the dining hall as a new routine.

He was met by the astonished gaze of his parents, who had not eaten until he arrived. Saving a seat to the left side of Eliphas, who simply smiled proudly before gently patting the chair beside him. Inviting his son, who immediately complied. Sitting down at once.

—Good morning, Mother, Father. Haven't you started already? —

—We were waiting for you... —His mother obviously. He shook his head before motioning for the surprised servants to finish serving breakfast at the table. —How was your night? Did you get a good night's rest? —

—Oh, yes, of course. But it's all thanks to the hard work of mother and father... —Astral replied automatically before the servants murmured among themselves, dumbfounded. While his parents rejoiced and shone even brighter than the morning sun.

—We are very happy to hear from you... —Added his father. —In that case, let's start with the meal... —Eliphas granted permission. Cutlery being lifted without delay to eat the food. A smile still lingered on the other's lips.

Astral, for the moment, felt like an animal in a zoo, the attention focused on him as a matter of course, it was obvious. However...

It was suffocating.

And as he was about to start a conversation on any topic, an envelope arrived at just the right moment. As if he knew he needed help.

Ah, at last a ray of light. Astral celebrated momentarily, of course, before listening to that servant.

—My Young Lord Astral. Your fiancé has written for you... —

Astral swore he could feel the guillotine on his neck.

—Thank you... —He thanked the servant without noticing he was out of character, and taking the envelope on the silver tray, he began his silent reading, wrinkling his cold, handsome face to a point where even his parents stopped eating.

Was what I was saying bad?

No. Not at all. But, for Astral, it was like being closer to death. So, announcing its contents, he unwillingly leaned back in his own seat, throwing the thin sheet of paper on the table. Surprising both parents who had grown accustomed to being spectators.

—Honey, are you all right? —His mother questioned. Receiving in return an answer that only unsettled him.

—I'm fine. He's just my fiancé, he said he'd come to see me.... —

And at that, the Encinereb family felt that the end of time was near. That Astral was really something new.

If only he would stay that way until...

Forever.

Astral on the other hand, was oblivious to such thoughts.

***

And finishing that breakfast. The wicked weather proved to be relentless, Astral had no desire to meet his fiancé, but he had no good excuse for not seeing him either, and so, devising with clear desperation and a pair of adorable dark circles under his eyes, a crazy plan emerged.

What if he showed the world how bad it was? Wasn't that excuse enough to call off the engagement?

Yes. Yes! This was meant to be.

So, with renewed enthusiasm, he quickly set off. Calling for a carriage, he drove to where he knew he could splurge like a spoilt child.

Jewellery.

Many were bought. Technically he would arrive at the first shop to buy all his wares, moving on to the next and the next.

Then came the suits, hardly caring if he wore them or not. Still comparing them wholesale.

The gold slipped into his hands like butter. The luxuries came before he even really enjoyed them, the only thing he wished for was negative points.

Street names came to his mind as if by magic to guide him.

His ‘bad’ intention continuing before stopping once the carriage was filled with overpriced things. The millions having been spent only to return home in the hope of something. A scolding as the best thing for it.

He waited and waited. But his parents barely called and the expression was not exactly what he expected. His father's office serving as a faithful witness to his disappointment.

—My boy, I see you've bought a lot of things? —

Astral perked up.

—I'm sure it's to look nice for your fiancé. —

Astral was discouraged.

—Go ahead, go ahead. Remember that our gold is enough to buy at least two countries or empires.... Kufufu~, you haven't been as dedicated to your fiancé as you are now.... I am proud... —

Astral sighed.

He swears he spend more than fifteen million. Though of course, that was already done by the real Villain.

Then...

Plan B, it emerged. If it wasn't the money, then it would be his attitude.

He punished as he thought possible every servant who came his way, chased them out of their rooms and ignored them with cruel malice aforethought, delaying their work. And perhaps all this would have been all right, had it not been for his mother, who emphasized to him what, strangely enough, he was doing right.

—Ah, my boy has stopped punishing everyone and only chastises them with kind words! It's obvious that you want time for yourself.... Kufufu~ let me support you.... —

Astral was disappointed.

He was no match for the real Villain in evil.

That was harder than he imagined.

He wasn't cut out for the role of Villain!

Good thing he couldn't listen to whispers otherwise. Maybe he would go mad.

‘That was a plan to harm everyone’ was the most common whisper.

Chapter 2

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Chapter 1.1 ↩

Chapter 1.2:

Oh boy, was life that ironic? Astral remembers countless times when he asked for two loving parents to hold him and pamper him on his hardest and coldest days. Yet...

—My child! —

That it's happening now, gives him the shivers. Isn't this tremendously shocking? All Astral wanted was to hold his lover in his arms, his beloved groom. That would be a comfort to him, but this...

This...

—I'm so glad you're all right. —

It was beyond him.

And even if he was enormously uncomfortable, he considered it rude to push away the man who held him so lovingly.

And yes, Astral remembered him well, if the description was true to what his eyes beheld. The man in front of him was none other than his mother.

A beautiful Doncel who had had the courtesy to give birth to him, with blond and pink hair so long that it only emphasized an unnatural beauty.

This man, who looked like something out of a fairy tale, was the current owner of the title “Don Thousand,” a tribute he earned by defending his home like the Grand Duchess he was meant to be.

The jewelry that naturally stood out as much as the dress worn, along with the pair of heels that made him look taller than he already was. It did nothing but emphasize to the fact that he was inside a novel.

In an unknown world, full of absurd beauties and unimaginable powers. So imagining how it was the right way to act, Astral just let himself go, and whispering, he knew immediately what was wrong.

—Mother... —He said, tantalizingly, and sensing how it was that a mine had exploded, he watched as the major turned away almost instantly to look at him as if he had grown two heads.

Had he done something wrong?

Astral began to panic, but contrary to his thoughts, the man only blinked more before crying harder and then tightening his grip on his son.

—Astral! My child calls me at last as what I am, his mother? Ah, my beautiful boy! Surely it was your fever that has helped you to speak to me like that once again.... —

Did the villain never call his parents by what they were? He cursed internally for that detail, but at the same time secretly roared at it.

“Stupid Villain, you're not even capable of praising your parents! If I had them, I would have done it since I was born!”

That mother stroked her son more before setting him free, giving room for her husband to take action. And whom Astral immediately observed. Heterochromatic gazes inspected each other in detail, and before Astral spoke again, that man quickly embraced him.

He is...

—F-Father... —Astral acknowledged, then listened as the other solemn-looking man wept silently.

—My boy! You have awakened. You have awakened. —The older man repeated, letting the tears flow openly, caring little for his image. Which, in Astral's words was beautiful, worthy of a Grand Duke.

The white hair of bluish tones, the strong posture, as well as the clothes, spoke for themselves. And what to say about the discreet jewelry or the fact that the couple's clothes matched each other? The love could be felt in both men, and even with the flaws that had been the tears, that did not detract from the magnificence or the pride they wore so dignifiedly.

Were these truly benevolent Gods?

Astral knew it for a fact, they were common men. But these simple gestures directed at his person, deceived him in such a sweet way, that he wished to lose himself in the sensation, however, that was impossible, more so now that he was still on a tightrope.

Especially with the sword that hung silently at someone else's waist, and that made him the silent bearer of some of the power in the Dion Empire. (Current setting of the novel “Flowers of Seasons”).

Of course it couldn't all be that simple, could it? And wishing to continue testing the waters, noticing how his parents sat on the edge of the bed around him.

Conversation arose, almost naturally.

And let's emphasize the almost, because Astral was still trembling barely perceptibly.

—Astral, I am so glad you have awakened. —Mentioned Aren, his beloved mother, sipping his last tears of happiness with a handkerchief embroidered with gold threads. —I was worried after you fell into bed because of a sudden fever.... —

—Ah... Yes. I... —

Astral didn't know what to say about it, and was about to rack his brain, but that didn't matter once he knew how to divert attention away from himself, he was an expert at that anyway. So many dull parties because of his job where he was overflowing with craned necks, it had to have done the trick.

—Thank you for coming to see me, father, mother.... Mm, how long ago was that? —

Both Eliphas, which was his father's name, and Aren looked at each other before looking uncomfortable. It was clear that they didn't want to answer that, but with a hurt look Elifas was the one who almost immediately took the floor, with a strange grimace.

—It's already two weeks... —

—What? —

Astral exclaimed, clearly overwhelmed, and feeling like his mind and body wanted to collapse, his parents managed to stop him halfway.

—Don't worry! You haven't missed much. Almost nothing has changed in your absence. —Aren said. Being quickly supported by Eliphas, who nodded awkwardly at what he said.

—I-I-It's true! Your fiancé even came to see you a couple of times.... —

Oh God, somebody help him, Astral wanted to die. And what had his now parents said in an attempt to comfort him? Fiancé? He only had his boyfriend, and even though he had proposed to his not long ago, they had decided to wait a little longer....

Then...

Something in his mind clicked again.

He was no longer in a “real” world, he was inside a novel.

The novel “Flowers of Seasons” and the fact that they had mentioned it, didn't that put him right in the first pages? the beginning of everything? If so, it meant that...

“Wait a minute! Fiancé?”

Astral seemed to react then, and sitting up properly in bed, admiring his parents, the plot of the novel relapsed into his mind.

Didn't that mean he was going to die?!

His face paled enough for a new fainting spell to come accordingly, and alerting both loving parents, who were trying to bring him back to consciousness. Everything flowed differently.

Ah, that could well be categorized as a successful reboot into another life. But Astral was considered to be cursed.

He just wanted to go back home to his beloved and his cat!

How he hated that life! Somebody gives him back his reincarnation ticket!

Damn author!

Damn novel!

It wasn't fair.

***

And even if someone said that time was not relentless, maybe for Astral it was. Especially after his “miraculous” recovery. Adapting to his new body, movements, manners and so on was so tedious that he tired easily.

Why didn't the transmigration novels tell how difficult the adaptation was? It was fortunate that he was still considered to be in recovery, otherwise, maybe everyone would look at him strangely. Holding even a cup of tea with elegance and neatness also had its degree of difficulty.

So, struggling with the habits ingrained in his new body, learning mannerisms and little more than stilted words, he also gained all the information he needed.

Firstly, he could read and write without any difficulty, secondly being the son of a Grand Duke automatically made him a minor Duke, which was no problem because it meant he had money. A lot of money, which left survival on an extremely easy level. His father was the one who handled everything, and he only took care of small tasks so that was also an advantage.

His reputation was on the floor, but simply possessing the Encinereb surname made him someone to be feared, so he didn't have to worry about intimidation. However, the fact that he was openly the main villain of the novel, well, that made him a problem.

That already made him a major problem with no escape.

So, trying to settle in to his new life, he tried to make a list of what was going to happen. If he was going to live there from now on, he needed insurance to survive, so, making a mental note of important points so as not to lose sight of them, he set his new goal.

He had to live and be someone happy! It didn't matter how, but he had to change the course of his own life, he knew the novel perfectly since he had read it a couple of times, so it should be simple.

Of course, though. Between the saying and the doing, there was a big enough gap to quickly set him in motion.

And that is...

The black clothes, even though he tried to adjust them to his own style, still looked impressive and imposing. The long black nails, which were impossible to cut, helped his ‘villain’ profile, and although he tried to change his own manner, either by inertia or by habit of his new body, it prevented him from being the gentle being he was before. So, changing himself became a titanic task.

It was as if something was forcing him to act and look like this, something beyond his comprehension. And although he tried to understand what was happening, in the end after several days he gave up.

What was the point of going against something he didn't understand? It was his excuse before ignoring the letters that arrived with congratulations on his miraculous recovery.

Hmp. weren't the senders their own vassals? Hypocrites! That's what they were. Astral knew that no one in that world appreciated him, so the nice words and flowers were just for appearances. Were they afraid of the repercussions?

They should be, every one of them. And what flooded his heart now was nothing but sadness that he couldn't go home, to his lover, to his kitten. No. He was forced to be there, in an unknown world, full of unknown people. Was it fair?

Astral felt desperate, yet the memory of his beloved brought him to his senses on a full moonlit night, just before he threw himself over the balcony. So, firmly grasping the railing that held him back, he murmured with conviction to himself.

—The novel ‘Flowers of Seasons’ is happening to me in the first person? Of course this is not to be. How did my character end? —

He questions the air before grabbing his neck in a worried gesture.

—I remember the villain ending up murdered at the hands of his own people. Who, having left him half alive, finished him off with the help of a Guillotine. —

A shudder ran through him.

—No, that must not happen! It is different now. I am the villain now. Which changes the balance... What should I do then? —

He seemed to think carefully before sighing.

—Obviously I survived, and even if I didn't, I'll at least try to die in a less cruel way. That's something, isn't it? —

He nodded his head trying to convince himself, before his gaze changed to a melancholy one.

—Yuma would have wanted me to do well... Yuma... —Astral whispered, clutching one of his hands to his chest. —If I had only known I would die, I would never have taken you with me.... Forgive me... —He asked the air. He let out a mute tear before feeling a fervour inside his.

The fire in his eyes returned like a phoenix, naturally glowing in the moonlight.

—No! Yuma would never have wanted to see me sad. I can't let myself fall like this. I'll survive while I can! It's not too late... The engagement with the protagonist is still in force... So, in order to live, I... —

Astral then raised his gaze to the night sky. Nodding with a determined smile on his face.

—Yes. That will be my first step.... I will not let the memory of my love come to an end without a fight. Yuma, this I will do for both of us.... I promise, I will live. I will live so long that even the protagonists will hate me for it.... —He swears, with a strange fire in his heart, feeling renewed and a little happier.

Yes, this is what it was meant to be.

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Chapter 1.3

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