The Villainess' Son is Innocent - Chapter 1
Arc 1. The Son of the Villainess
The blade pierced through my stomach, and crimson blood dripped onto the floor.
It hurts. The pain struck me before I could even scream. But through the excruciating agony, a haunting question surfaced in my mind.
“Why on earth…?”
The one who stabbed me was someone I knew very well.
Emil Ronchisté Calixt, my dear friend.
My only childhood friend, a poor boy shunned by people for being the son of a villainess.
The boy I could trust as much as my own family was now bringing me death. My strength waned, and I collapsed to the floor, my legs betraying me.
It hurts. My shaky hands clutched my stomach, quickly staining my arms red.
“Answer me, Emil… Why…?”
Truly sorry, Vel.
Like a knight pledging an oath, Emil fell to his knees, gently stroking my cheek.
The boy was crying, yet he was the same man who’d stabbed me. Even in the face of persecution, he never did cry. The proud boy was finally breaking as he stared down at me.
“…If you and I are going to live as puppets, then I would rather put us through this.”
He muttered incomprehensibly, and his eyes, filled with loss, drew closer.
Looking up into those eyes, I realized something.
The madness of the villainess. It was bound to continue with Emil.
Even as my strength faded, Emil cradled me, laying me on his lap. Drip, drip, falling tears moistening my cheeks.
Oh, I was genuinely happy in this life… but the pain coming from my stomach wound was unbearable.
I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die…! But despite my will, my eyelids grew heavier.
And then… Emil’s words barely reached me.
Thus, my second life came to an end.
* * *
My mom was a heroine.
Isméralda Ephrish. The heroine who was murdered by the mad villainess, Roveline Castone, the only princess of the Castone Empire.
An ordinary death would have made for a ridiculous story. But isn’t the heroine supposed to be the heroine for a reason? My mom was a regressor who came back to life no matter how many times she died.
“I wanted to become your friend.”
“But I must pay for my sins.”
The scene passed by like a mirage, and I remembered the novel I’d once read.
The novel <No One Saved Her>.
Despite living on a shoestring budget in my previous life, this book was something I bought and cherished, with the heroine Isméralda experiencing twelve deaths and rebirths at the hands of the villainess.
Even in situations that would drive others insane, Isméralda stood unwaveringly against Roveline, holding onto her beliefs. And this very Isméralda was my mom in my new life.
‘Is it because I died that I can see past events?’
I observed my mom, a heroine who retained her youthful vitality, although having grown weary through repeated cycles of regression. The conversation between the two women, separated by iron bars, echoed softly in the silence of the prison.
“At first, I couldn’t understand you, Your Highness. But now, I think I do a little.”
“The sins I have committed won’t disappear. I won’t deceive myself into thinking that those I’ve killed never existed. But…”
‘This feels familiar.’
The moment I heard those lines, I knew. This scene within the prison was the final chapter of the novel.
“Isméralda, would you check on my son once in a while… to see if he’s doing well?”
The princess, with her jet-black hair, had naturally been consumed by madness. Even after being killed by her more than ten times, my mom willingly agreed to her request.
“Of course, Your Highness. Don’t worry. Your son is innocent.”
“This marks my third debt to you.”
Roveline the villainess. She was the epitome of evil, suffering from madness and ruthlessly killing innocent people.
Despite her suffering from madness, her sentence wasn’t reduced. But the cause of her madness was enough to evoke sympathy from the heroine, Isméralda.
“If all of this hadn’t happened, could we have eventually opened up to each other?”
“I wanted to know more about you.”
“You already do, Your Highness. Others don’t know the real me.”
Their visiting hours were short. After their brief conversation, Roveline, the villainess, gave my mom a final smile.
In return, my mom offered her a faint smile as well. Even knowing their story, it was difficult to understand the reasoning behind this.
Roveline took a step back from the prison bars.
“You should go now.”
“May God guide Your Highness’s path.”
I followed my mom out of the prison. Exiting outside felt eerily similar to flipping a page, and the scene transitioned.
As planned, my mom married my dad. The perfect couple pledged their love under public blessing, and a week later, Princess Roveline Castone, who had killed twenty-one people and tortured them indiscriminately, was sentenced to death.
Did you know? That your son killed me, the daughter of Isméralda.
You most likely didn’t. Like a ghost, I watched Roveline’s execution from start to finish.
That was the ending of the novel.
* * *
My previous life was always filled with poverty and loneliness.
One day, I suddenly lost my parents in an accident and had to live alone. I hated everything — from the debt my father left behind to the relatives who reached out to me only to turn their backs upon learning the amount of money I owed.
Just once, I wished to live like everyone else, in an ordinary, peaceful family.
Whether fate chose to fulfill my wish or not, on an unlucky day, I lost my life in an accident.
‘Excuse me, did you drop your wallet earlier?’
Despite my kindness, I was suspected of stealing due to my haggard appearance.
‘Hey, I still had some money left in my wallet.’
I argued my innocence while reviewing the CCTV footage. When I finally managed to leave the police station, the sky was already dark.
I wasted time trying to prove my innocence, which got me fired from my job. Struggling to make ends meet the following month, I found myself crossing the sidewalk as the pedestrian light turned green. I smirked to myself, thinking, “Surely, I won’t get hit by a car. Things couldn’t possibly get that much worse.” And in that bitter moment, my thoughts became reality.
‘Ah, shit… How did I even survive?’
I was dying. I accepted that I was better off dead. And that’s how I closed the chapter of my life.
But then I woke up in a place that seemed unfamiliar but strangely familiar at the same time.
“It’s a girl!”
While I tried to fully understand what was going on, the names that the strangers exchanged sounded familiar to me.
‘Where… I’ve heard these names before…’
As I began to realize where I was, I couldn’t help but be surprised.
Translator’s Note: hello (≧▽≦)/ i’m nieye, a new translator! just here to say that this novel’s chapters are half chapters, but will be numbered normally to keep things simple.
thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoy! (๑˘︶˘๑)