I wonder, what is my sin?
Is it that I lived as the daughter of a villain?
âThe bastard called âDukeâ dares to mention the Empressâ¦! The eternal shame of the four largest families of the Rolls Empire!â
The enraged sky.
People barking in anger.
It was a situation in which I was getting used to by now, but my legs that went up to the execution table staggered helplessly.
âEven when youâre going to die, youâre still wearing expensive clothes.â
It was then.
As the unusually clear swear swords hit my ears, the walking legs stopped.
I was an existence which was born to die.
So I wanted to decorate the shroud nicely.
âAh, thatâs right. Because the daughter of the villain gets cursed somehow.â
I had forgotten my role for a moment, and then I realized who I was. My legs, which had been shaking, were now starting to gain strength.
âThen you, who have no sin, are innocent.â
Thanks.
I tried to be a little sad. For letting me live as the daughter of a villain until the end.
âAagh!â
When I ripped the hem of the dress roughly by hand and threw it at the man, he shouted and threw the dress I was wearing somewhere.
âI gave you a special amethyst-studded hem, so why do you hate it so much?â
I raised the corners of my lips smoothly.
As I was looking at peopleâs reactions with satisfied eyes, I slowly moved.
While I was quietly walking away, the sound of commoners screaming and terrifying exploded like a bomb from behind.
âCrazy bitch!â
âThat bitchâs clothes are cursed! Donât even touch it.â
I know. Why were you jealous of the cursed clothes?
Thud. Thud.
Every time I went up on the podium, the hem of my torn dress barely covered my thighs.
Soon, the 99th life is just around the corner.
As I raised my head to say my last goodbye to people out of courtesy, vivid bloodstains stood out under the black hair fluttering in the breeze.
Cassis, covered in his blood, stood upright on his knees even in the midst of his death.
The main villain of the Vallois family.
And my Dad.
Born as his daughter, I havenât even had a proper conversation with Cassis all my life.
Is that why?
It felt a bit unfair for me to even be sentenced to death, even though I was innocent.
âBecause itâs my destiny to live as the daughter of a villain.â
My eyes that had been staring at him with indifferent eyes turned to the death row again.
This was my destiny.
No matter what kind of life I live, even this death is too natural for me, who lives my life in the role of âthe villainâs daughterâ from the beginning.
Itâs not unfair.
âBillishia Vallois.â
I was so engrossed in thoughts, but I returned to reality with a low, muffled sound.
âThis is the last time.â
The wind blew.
Through my black hair, waving like a black river, golden eyes waiting for a criminal were staring at me.
The main protagonist of this world.
Peter, who eventually became the Emperor of the Rolls Empire from a hostage brought from the Ro Kingdom.
âIt seems that all Vallois have no feelings. Right before you die, I want to see even a regretful expression.â
My indifferent expression seems to be disappointing.
A solid vein was sprouting between the back of his hand that was sweeping his golden hair.
Naturally exposed forehead and neat eyebrows.
He was exuding an atmosphere of asceticism through his face that was far superior to that of the average male lead.
âAs expected, heâs the main character.â
After seeing the main character for the first time, I skimmed him up and down and finished a brief review.
Since this is my last life.
I need to see a lot of that handsome face.
I was making eye contact with the Emperor, but at some point, a shadow that was far away struck me.
It was Peter.
âAfter investigation, I found that you have nothing to do with Duke Cassis.â
He was whispering in my ear with his upper body slightly bent so that only the two of us could hear.
I donât know why, but it was clear that he was curious.
âIf you get down on your knees now, I can change the penalty. Itâs still a death penalty anyway, but if itâs poison, you wonât die painfully.â
Wow, this timeâs main character is nice.
It seems that he had a friendly personality, as it was rumored that he set an example for the nobles and commoners.
But if Iâm going to die anyway, I canât drink poison in vain.
Ah, this âvillainâ professionalism.
I replied, looking at Peterâs sympathy indifferently.
âJust kill me.â
There was chaos around the death row at my refreshing informal speech.
âT-T-T-T-Thatâ¦!â
âDid you just speak informally to the Emperor? You were born as the devilâs daughter!â
As the situation became increasingly overheated, the knights sanctioned commoners who tried to come up to the death row.
In the midst of the confusion, the golden eyes that looked at me trembled as if they were a little startled.
After staring into my purple eyes for a moment, he seemed to have realized that I was a âValloisâ.
âI misunderstood. Still, I thought you know the example of a noble because youâre from one of the four largest families, but youâre just a maniac who couldnât make sense of it.â
Yes. This is right.
Itâs right to receive such a look of contempt and desire to kill me right away.
Because Iâm the daughter of a villain. âCause thatâs how I was born.
âStatus is meaningless in the face of death. Who would have imagined that those lowly commoners would dare to bark at Vallois?â
As I put on the prettiest and smoothest smile I could ever make, a laugh burst out of his mouth, which had been consistently expressionless.
Maybe he thought I was crazy.
âYes, four years of meaningless life. Iâll finish it quickly.â
The sword that pierced the hot sun rose above.
Turns out this lifeâs death is coming.
My heart, feeling the intuition of death, pounded with physiological fear.
ââ¦Ugh!â
Blood spurted from the corners of my mouth, which had raised its corners while hiding my emotions until the very end.
It hurt.
It was my 99th death.
***
When I opened my eyes after death, I had returned to the white world of ânothingâ.
ââ¦What kind of person will the next villain be?â
This world was divided into âextraâ and âmain leadâ.
In general, the main characters were born unaware of their existence in order to immerse themselves in the present life, but the souls born with âextra professionsâ were different.
And among the extras, âthe villainâs daughterâ.
That role is me!
âI will die of pain. I shouldâve just taken poison and died.â
Professionalism or whatever, the eerie energy of the blade that pierced my neck still remained like an afterimage.
This life had the level of difficulty of âhighâ among the âdaughter of the villainâ.
The man called Dad was so obsessed with the female lead that I couldnât even talk to him.
Because of that, rumors of the âabandoned princessâ broke out, and I grew up as if I was abandoned alone due to lack of connections.
âIf Cassis had been obsessed with me, her daughter, my family wouldnât have been put to death.â
Yep, next bullshit!
If a villain became daughterâs fool, would he still be a villain?
However, they usually returned at times like this.
In other words, in the case of the âmain leadâ rather than the âextraâ who couldnât play the original story, Godâs mercy was usually given at this time.
Of course, the insignificant extras didnât even have that kind of mercy.
Swooshã ¡
While I was so lost in thought, my soul was already on its way to the next world.
âThe main characters are so fortunate. Usually, when they come back, they can change their life.â
How many more times do I have to live as a villainâs daughter?
When I feel depressedã ¡
Lightyã ¡
The feeling that had been in a state of weightlessness sank heavily with the power of gravity.
âIs this my 100th life?â
Intuitively realizing that I had passed on to the next life, I quickly opened my eyes.
âPlease let me be born again with a golden spoon. I want to die gracefully.â
There is nothing to pray for before I open my eyes.
âAnd this time, Iâm asking for a kind dad, not a guy like Cassis.â
Iâm destined to die anyway, but before that, I want to have fun.
âArrived at my 100th life!â
When I opened my eyes completely, my opaque vision became clear.
I clenched and opened my fists to get used to the plump hands I havenât seen in a long time.
ââ¦Does this life start at the age of five too?â
It was also like that before.
ââ¦And this time, my skin is on the white side.â
Hmm. Well, that can happen.
By the way.
ââ¦Is my hair black again this time?â
I frowned at the strange sense of doubt.
The same skin like the life I just finished. The same hair color.
âItâs rareâ¦â
When such a strange feeling hit meã ¡
âOh my, Billishia!â
My shoulders shook at the loud shout as if I was struck by lightning.
âWhat are you doing sitting idly? If I give you food, you have to pay for it, donât you!â
Wait a second. Billishia?
âWhat are you doing, really!â
Slap!
Suddenly, a powerful pain arose on my back like a frog hit by a stone.
As I turned my head in the direction of pain, there was a person I was all too familiar with.
No way.
âWhat did you eat wrong?â
â¦The maid of the Eillian family?
âWhath is your name?â
No way. No way.
âWhat, what?â
âIâm asking whatâs your name!â
It was right after I died as a villain, so maybe my sharp tone still remained.
The maid, who was slightly flinched at the shrill voice, asked with a puzzled expression on her face.
ââ¦What happened to you, really? Iâm Alice, a maid from the Eillian family.â
ââ¦Whath?â
Is she serious?
If itâs Alice, sheâs the Number 2 who tormented me when I was a kid in my previous life, right?
Unable to grasp the situation yet, I checked my hair and clothes once again.
Black hair that was damaged by malnutrition.
And even a maid outfit that was too big for a child to wear which was loose on my body.
â¦Did I really return?
âAre you deliberately pretending to be crazy because you donât want to clean up?â
I couldnât even hear the maidâs words, so I continued to fiddle with my face.
The texture of my skinâ¦
Even my eyelashes are all the same as back then.
Iâm a professional extra soul, but I returned?
âIâve never heard of such a case.â
It was then.
âWhoâs not listening? That quiet kid?â
âV-Viscount!â
Suddenly, Number 2âs head bowed down enough for me to see the top of her head.
When I lifted my head and widened my field of vision, I saw a fat, middle-aged man approaching me, picking my ears.
âT-Thatâs because I asked the slave to mop, but she didnât listen to meâ¦â
âWhat? She doesnât listen to you?â
âYes. Thatâs why I was teaching her a lesson.â
âHmm, Billishia. Is that true?â
The Viscount who was coughing asked me.
Efforts to subdue his dignified voice were futile, but Viscount Shrekâs throat hummed as if his voice was choked with his fat.
He was an extra who used to enslave me as a child and eventually got beaten up by Cassis.
âI accepted you, who had nowhere to sleep.â
But I couldnât hear him. There was another important issue.
âWow, is this really a return? Did I come back?â
One chance.
Godâs mercy to choose oneâs own destiny.
Seeing myself pinch my cheeks in disbelief in a movie-like situation, the Viscount made a sound, tch.
âI think youâre really crazy, though?â
âShe has been like that since earlier.â
âHmmâ¦? What do you think? If the young servants donât listenâ¦â
âAre you talking about discipline?â
âYes.â
In response to the Viscountâs answer, the corner of the maidâs lips rose slightly.
âDiscipline?â
Then, when I realized the situation, my ears perked up.
I was well aware of Viscount Shrekâs âdisciplineâ.
Even 19 years ago, if I did the wrong cleaning, I was locked up in a cell in the name of âdisciplineâ, starved for 5 days and banned from water for a week.
ââ¦Take her to a solitary room for now. And discipline her until she becomes a good kid againâ¦â
âStuck in the solitary room again?â
To live quietly like back then and then die silently?
Hmm.
I donât want to, though?
ââ¦Do you know?â
After I had finished thinking, I muttered carelessly.
ââ¦What?â
Iâm 5 years old and my voice is small.
I gladly shook off the dust and got up, and I shouted as I caught the eyes of the two adults in front of me.
âDo you know who my father is?!â