CHAPTER 01
I Wanted to Be a Villain (1)
I am Elsie Bloomhire.
Of all things, I got reincarnated as Extra No. 3 â a background character who mistakenly thinks she can become the worldâs greatest villain, only to be crushed by the original heroine.
And then, out of nowhereâ
âIâll be blunt. Elsie Bloomhire, I want you to teach my younger sister Lynette magic.â
ââŠWhat?â
A job offer came to me one day. To become the magic tutor of the storyâs heroine, Lynette.
âWhat? You want me to personally teach the heroine whoâs going to ruin me?â
Why me? Are you crazy?
And the man making this offer was none other thanâ
âI heard you saved my sisterâs life.â
Eclipse dâLedaire.
The heroineâs older brother, and the final villain of the story.
The problem? I had tried to scam him before and nearly got caught.
Wait. Hold on. What did he just say? I saved someoneâs life?
No way⊠donât tell meâ
My eyes went wide, my jaw dropped, and I quickly covered my mouth in shock.
The girl I had saved⊠was actually the heroine, Lynette.
I had saved the little sister of the man I had planned to scam.
âHow can coincidences line up this perfectly?â
I remembered the night I had stepped in to help a woman who was being threatened by thugs. That was the night I had secretly snuck into Eclipseâs office, without even realizing I had been reincarnated into this book.
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A few days earlier, before the âLedaire Household Job Offer Incident.â
At that time, I was just a penniless commoner, living day by day with no home, no money, and nothing to my name.
âOh no⊠not a single thing sold today.â
Thatâs right. I was a poor witch whose business always failed.
âAm I really going to go hungry again tonight?â
I looked at the items displayed on my little stall and tears welled in my eyes.
I picked up my most expensive item, holding it carefully in both hands.
Inside the glass bottle, purple powder sparkled under the sunlight.
âMy poor babies⊠because of your useless mother, you canât even shine the way you should. Iâm sorry.â
Youâre not worthless. Youâre wonderful magical tools.
Itâs only because Iâm such a failure that youâre suffering like this.
If only I were a little more talented⊠if only I were a little better, I wouldnât have let you go through this.
âSomeday, someone will recognize your true value. I believe that. So please, just let one of you get sold⊠at least enough so I can eat.â
If even one of them sold, Iâd be fine for a while.
But they were so expensive that no one ever bought them.
âI still need to eat to survive, you know.â
Just as I was having this heart-to-heart with my unsold magical toolsâ
âHey, stop wasting time. Letâs just go work under that boss I told you about. Heâs planning a big job soon.â
âWhat? Are you crazy? What if we get caught?â
âThen we die, obviously.â
ââŠYouâre insane.â
I overheard nearby merchants talking.
It didnât sound like idle chatter at allâthis was serious, life-or-death stuff.
But letâs be honest. Secretly listening to other peopleâs conversations is always the most entertaining.
I pretended to tidy up my stall while eavesdropping.
âStill, wouldnât it be better than living like this? Imagine if we grab just one piece of gold jewelry. Weâd eat well for a year!â
ââŠA year?â
A whole year?
That number made my ears perk up like a rabbitâs.
âThis time, theyâre planning to rob some baronâs mansion. You know, that arrogant upstart whoâs filthy rich but has a terrible personality. They say his guards are surprisingly lax.â
ââŠReally?â
âIf youâre interested, meet me at the spot tonight. Honestly, stealing is better than starving here on the streets. People can call us villains all they wantâat least weâll survive.â
The two men soon left.
I silently wished them good luckâbecause honestly, I figured they wouldnât last long.
And I was right.
The men who always hung around my street, Wendelton 7th Avenue, vanished.
A day, two days, three, four⊠by the fifth day, I assumed they must be dead.
Until they showed up smiling in front of me.
âWhat? They survived?â
I greeted them with a mix of surprise and relief.
âIâm glad youâre safe. I hadnât seen you in days and thought something might have happened.â
âAh, right. I suppose weâve never skipped our stalls for this long before.â
âExactly. But⊠you seem so happy. Did something good happen?â
One of them grinned and whisperedâ
âActually, we came into some money. Recently, me and this guy, well, we⊠visited a rich manâs house, and they had all these expensiveââ
âHey, shut it.â
âAhem. Anyway, itâs nothing. Haha.â
I watched their retreating backs and thought to myself:
âVillains, huh⊠maybe I should try that too.â
If they could succeed in one heist, maybe I could get my own shop, maybe even a little house.
I was quickly swept up by the glitter of ambition.
âAlright. If Iâm going to do this, Iâll aim highâIâll become the greatest villain in the world!â
No hesitation at all.
That night, I locked myself in and started planning.
âTo be the worldâs greatest villain, first I need money.â
And for money, I needed a reliable source.
âOf courseâthe Ledaire Dukedom is the perfect target.â
Too bold? Nonsense. It was a strategic choice. Big score, and then disappear.
âIâll use magic to brainwash the duke and make him buy my items for ridiculous prices.â
I could just steal things like those other guys, but that was too risky and too limited.
So I came up with a better plan: make it look like a fair deal while actually scamming him. Once I had enough money, Iâd flee the country.
âThe price⊠hmm, about twenty times higher should do.â
If I was going to scam, I might as well overcharge properly.
I spent days refining my plan, even cutting into my sleep.
And finally, on the night of the heistâ
âYaaawn.â
After so many sleepless nights, I couldnât stop yawning.
My eyes grew damp, and I rubbed them, but the sleepiness wouldnât go away.
âFocus, focus.â
As midnight drew closer, my vision blurred.
I slapped my cheeks to stay awake.
âThe plan hasnât even started yet. I have to endure.â
According to my plan, the night sky should be dim, with only pale moonlight shining.
But my targetâthe dukeâs officeâwas too bright.
âDoes that man never sleep?â
I crouched on the rooftop, burying my face in my knees, muttering.
âAt this rate, Iâll fall asleep firstâŠâ
Yes. Right now, I was on the roof of the Ledaire estate.
From here, I had a perfect view into the dukeâs office.
When I saw it, I gasped.
âDonât tell me⊠is he really going to stay awake all night?â
To me, who had always lived by âsleep at night, wake at dawn,â it was unimaginable.
âMaybe he sleeps in the day? Or maybe heâs just one of those people who donât need sleep⊠wait, could he be taking stimulants?â
I made every possible guess while watching him.
Though I couldnât see details from this distance, I got a good sense of the officeâs layout.
Then, something silver caught my eye.
âWhoa, whatâs that?â
It was a candleholderâholding five candles at once. Made of silver.
âA candlestick that fancy?â
The five bright flames lit up the office so well that even from here I could see inside.
Lighting so many candles at once⊠thatâs real noble luxury.
âWow⊠so wasteful. If I were that rich, Iâd probably be the Archmage by now.â
If I had been born into nobility, maybe Iâd already be famous.
Even being born into a wealthy merchant family wouldâve been enough.
âSo please, Duke⊠help me get rich, okay?â
I pulled out a small bottle filled with glowing purple powderâ
My most expensive creation, Dreaming Butterfly Dust.