The Villainess Hid Her Identity, So Everyone Got the Wrong Idea
Episode 1
[99th ending failed!]
[Returning to the tutorial.]
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[Special Ending Points exceeded. Additional stat roulette will be provided.]
[Starting roulette.]
Doo-doo-doong!
[Congratulations! The <Freedom> stat has been created.]
[Commencing 100th regression.]
Smack!
The moment my drifting consciousness returned, a sharp slap struck my cheek like a bolt of lightning.
A beat later, a burning sting spread across my face, and a hot breath escaped from deep in my throat.
“…Ha.”
“So you’ve finally come to your senses.”
Holding my stinging cheek, I slowly lifted my head. It was a familiar face—one I hadn’t seen in a long time, yet knew all too well.
Golden hair. Cold emerald eyes.
Crown Prince Ludwig Bernhardt.
“…Your Highness?”
Blood quickly pooled in my mouth. The man, a head taller than me, had struck me with full force.
So that’s how it is. I’ve regressed again.
A familiar situation. Probably the hundredth time I’ve experienced this moment.
“You were laughing like a madwoman without a shred of shame.”
Ludwig spoke sharply.
“You grabbed Lady Meyer’s hair and tore Lady Müller’s skirt. Right in front of me.”
As always, this was the day Evelyn went berserk like a delinquent and received her first engagement annulment from the Crown Prince.
Damn it. This cursed regression point.
It was already my 100th loop.
When I first possessed the villainess of the romantic fantasy novel “The Tyrant Wishes for the World’s End,” I had desperately tried to save the world.
The story begins with the Crown Prince falling in love with a saintess of an enemy nation, leading to a “heroine dies, tyrant prince destroys everything” ending.
I tried to prevent that outcome.
The problem was that my actions were forcibly constrained within the behavior range of Evelyn, the villainess.
The only things I was allowed to do were things like obsessively stalking the Crown Prince or throwing tantrums when things didn’t go my way. That was it.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t change anything! I was a reckless idiot who acted before thinking, incapable of proper planning.
Even when I desperately wanted to stop being the villainess, something always blocked me—like I had no control over my own body.
The result of my very first life, lived exactly as Evelyn acted, was execution.
That was when hell truly began.
“Apologies, but Your Grace, you must die here.”
—Killed 48 times by the Crown Prince’s aide, the Grand Duke.
“This is farewell. Your death will save many others.”
—Killed 20 times by the Crown Prince.
“Execute her!”
—Executed 22 times.
“The Emperor has gone mad! Run!”
—Bad ending: world destruction under a tyrant Crown Prince who did nothing and snapped. 19 kills.
How does every route end in death?!
Seriously?
With a hollow smile, I glared at the Crown Prince who had killed me so many times.
Here we go again. Starting from the beginning again!
And of course, whoever decided this regression point thought it was a great idea to begin with me getting slapped in the face. At this point, it wasn’t just unfair—it was downright exhausting.
“What are you plotting this time?”
“…?”
Ludwig ran a hand through his hair irritably.
Perhaps thinking I was staying silent on purpose while lost in thought, irritation crept into his expression.
“As expected. You always acted like the victim.”
Ah, that line.
I think I’ve heard it around the 10-somethingth loop. If I stay silent after getting slapped, it triggers this dialogue automatically.
“So? What do you want this time?”
At his question, I recited the answer that had once led me to the most peaceful ending.
“…I only want Your Highness’s love.”
The so-called “love plea route.”
It made my skin crawl, but if I didn’t do this, Evelyn’s remaining options were throwing a teacup or screaming. That was it.
What a tragic love story protagonist I was.
Despite my inner disgust, I forced myself to look pitiful and fragile.
“Your Highness already loves me, don’t you? You shouldn’t treat me like this just because of those foolish women who swarm around you without even understanding love. Please wake up from this delusion—no one loves you more than I do!”
Saying words so opposite of my true feelings was torture.
“…Ridiculous.”
Do you think I want to say this?!
I wanted to punch his smug face so badly I could scream.
My fingers twitched repeatedly, but my body only jerked awkwardly as if trapped. As expected, I could only perform actions befitting “Evelyn the villainess.”
“Love, huh…”
Ludwig let out a faint laugh.
A look so irritating it made another slap feel preferable.
“Disgusting. To speak of love without even changing your expression after everything you’ve done.”
I’ve heard that line countless times, but honestly, saying “disgusting” to someone’s face is a bit much. Especially from a crown prince.
Though… considering what Evelyn had done, it wasn’t entirely unjustified.
“How many people have you ruined with that deceitful tongue? How many lives have you taken with those hands?”
Hmm. That sounded similar to something I heard around the 21st loop.
The dialogue must vary slightly each time—like a system generating hate scripts for villainess POVs.
I sighed internally and spoke.
“It’s because they dared to insult my dignity. They dared insult me, the Crown Prince’s fiancée! I only have you, Your Highness. Please don’t misunderstand my love.”
My lips curved sorrowfully, eyes glistening.
If this were another world, I’d be sweeping major acting awards by now. It was a tragedy this performance was only being shown to one man.
“The time for excuses and tears is over, Evelyn.”
Ah. There it is.
The engagement annulment line was coming.
“This engagement is over. I can’t do this anymore.”
“W-what?! That’s impossible! You can’t abandon me! How dare you abandon me, the Lady of Rosenthal…!”
How dare you abandon me! How dare you!
It was like a daily drama script. I used to lie in bed watching dramas and dream of saying lines like this one day—never did I think I’d repeat it a hundred times.
“An annulment?! My father will be furious!”
Ludwig looked at me as if I were pathetic, then turned away. Not even worth responding to.
But the real issue came next.
The scene that proved Evelyn was a “true villainess.”
First option: pure rampage—throwing things, breaking things, anything went.
Second: a self-harm act to frame him, which only made things worse since I’d be locked up by my family.
Third: cling to him crying until I fainted—the best route, technically.
Alright. Guess it’s that again.
Just as I reached out to grab Ludwig’s receding sleeve—
Ding!
…Huh?
I froze mid-motion.
W-what is this?
A translucent rectangular window flickered in front of my eyes.
Wait. A system window?
Fireworks suddenly exploded in my vision like a VR interface.
Bam-bam-bam!
[Congratulations on the 100th regression! For tutorial purposes, <Freedom Lv.3> has been temporarily released. Choices are now available.]
…What?
While I blinked in confusion, another window appeared.
[Due to the player’s <Freedom> stat, branching choices have been activated.]
[Please choose one option:
- “How dare you do this to me!” (Flip the table and throw teacups wildly.)
- “Please don’t abandon me!” (Grab Ludwig’s collar and declare obsessive love.)
- “I’d rather die!” (Hold a fork to your own throat.)
- “Your Highness, won’t you regret this?” (Threaten him.)]
…What the hell is this?
My eyes widened as I stared at the last option.
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