I Became the Master of the Villain

‘No way……’

A wild idea sprung up, but I shook my head lightly and erased it.

It didn’t make sense to think that far.

“She” would be alive somewhere in the world.

I see he’s opened up a little bit about today. But this wouldn’t be a rational favor.

If it’s a human favor for a sweet master, it’s not so bad.

Kian’s first love, “She,” was a significant supporting role.

She played an essential role in Kian’s awakening.

On the other hand, I’m an extra with only a few lines in the original.

It’s new, but this world is in a novel, and each has a role that suits him.

So let’s not jump to conclusions.

“Master?”

When I didn’t answer, Kian tilted his head slightly.

He looked at my complexion and asked, “Are you worried about something?”

I shook my head quickly.

“No, nothing.”

When I answered, I heard an owl crying in the distant forest.

It was late at night and the darkness was profound, my employees won’t keep still if they saw me in and out of Kian’s room.

I began to worry about the time and glanced at the clock. Next to it was an object that surprised me.

It was a book. A book Kian was reading?

I pulled the old book and observed its glossy back. The thick leather-bound book was titled ‘The Theory of Magic.’

I brought a lot of books to his room because I didn’t want Kian to be bored.

Seeing that he was interested in the arts of magic, I thought he was just like the hero who would wake up as a wizard.

“This book, have you read it?”

Kian hesitated and nodded his head, lowering his eyes.

I slowly turned over it’s faded pages.

The book was composed of all sorts of esoteric paintings and sentences that would be hard to read —nevermind, understand—even if you read it over and over and over again.

“Is it readable?”

This time the answer came right back.

“Yes. I read it with interest because the magic theory was written simply so I could understand it.”

Simple? Where the hell is ‘simple’…….

I blinked at the pages blankly. All I saw was a whirlwind of formulas and dizzying complex magical geometry.

…….What do you mean?

I gave up trying to understand.

It’s merely fate progressing the way it should. This is something that ordinary people can’t understand even if they tear their heads apart.

It’s easy to read because Kian is a magical genius.

I didn’t need to be able to read the ‘Theory of Magic’ to understand that.

“Would you like to read another book? There’s a lot of magic books in the library.”

“Can I?” Kian asked back as if he could not believe it.

Of course you can. Might as well put these books to good use; without Kian, they would only pile up dust anyway.

“You can read as much as you like. If there’s a book you want, say the name, and you can borrow it.”

“Master····.”

Kian’s eyes twinkled with emotion.

The light blue eyes, which resemble a clear lake, are alive.

I can’t believe you’re happy with this trivial kindness. I feel awkward. ‘Kian, a mild flavor, is really harmless.’

Can such a gentle man really become so twisted?

Suddenly, the question popped into my head, and my eyes automatically studied Kian.

Kian, who felt my eyes, looked down.

He said, fingertips sweeping the cover of ‘The Theory of Magic.’

“I have no magic, so it’s useless for me to read a book like this…..”

Kian was born as a wizard, so of course, he has magic.

But I can’t tell you the truth.

‘I would have to explain I’m outside the book then.’

I ended up with a bitter smile.

“There are people who are not wizards who are interested in magic.”

“Is that so?”

Kian smiled faintly as if he had been comforted by the words.

20 years, living as a slave, without even knowing his true identity

That’s what it was.

It was a familiar premise in a typical fantasy novel.

Perhaps most readers would press back, saying it’s boring.

But for this man, it was a cold reality.

And there was someone who created his misfortune.

The real villain I knew from the novel.

He is the culprit behind Kian’s tragedy.

As typical villains do, he gained strength at the expense of innocent people’s lives.

Kian’s had unimaginable hardships, and this villain is probably eating well.

It’s unfair, but I can’t knock the villain down, ······.

‘For now, let’s focus on preventing Kian’s blackening.’

After finishing that thought, I turned my head and looked at the window.

I could see the starry night sky.

It bothered me that I had promised to go on a picnic with Kian but couldn’t keep it.

I walked out of his room; regrets preoccupied me.

I hope it’s clear tomorrow, too.

Since morning, the maids were smoking meat and preparing food.

It was a fine day without a cloud in sight.

It was a perfect day to go out with Kian.

The maids who chose to accompany him to the picnic were also excited.

The picnic was to be held in a forest on the outskirts of the capital that was my house’s private property.

Outsiders wouldn’t be allowed in the area so we could enjoy the view leisurely.

I opened the window of the carriage wide.

The sky was an intense bright blue, and the wind that brushed my cheek was a soft caress.

“When we get there, let’s have lunch first.”

“Yes, Master.”

Kian answered with a bright smile that reached his eyes.

Certainly, Kian’s face had become noticeably softer than it was when he was first brought into the mansion.

A memory of that first night flashed through my mind.

-Didn’t you buy me to wait the night?

Back then, he looked like a hopeless zombie.

Is my plan to stop his radicalization going smoothly?

‘I sincerely hope so.’

Since the day the servant John locked Kian in a wine cellar, no particular incident has occurred.

If everything continues to flow peacefully, it may not be just a pipe dream to create a new fate for Kian.

The hopeful thought eased my nerves a little.

I looked out of the carriage window, relishing in the fresh breeze.

After a while, the main street disappeared, and a dirt road to the forest appeared.

It took us a long time to get to our destination after another bumpy dirt road.

When we got off the carriage, the green forest and the blue lake greeted us.

“Lady! Kian! Here it is!”

The maids who got off first waved.

Under a sizeable lush zelkova tree, the maids laid a large cloth and took the food out of the basket.

Roasted sausages, tarts, sandwiches, cakes, and fruits were served appetizingly.

Everyone picked up the food one by one.

Kian ate a sandwich in small, slow bites.

For some reason, an adorable herbivore came to mind.

I stared at him because he was so cute.

Said Kean, who felt my gaze.

“Is there something on my face?”

Yes. Handsome.

I must have nodded unconsciously at the thought.

Because Kian asked, touching his mouth:

“Is it here?” (Kkkkyyyyyaaaaa)

His long hands fumbled.

I spoke, trying to hold back my laughter.

“No, not there, a little lower····.”

“……?”

Kian wiped around his mouth for a long time. I couldn’t help but snort with laughter when he couldn’t touch anything on his hand.

I felt guilty for teasing him, so I confessed.

“Sorry I was kidding.”

Kian looked stunned when he realized he had been deceived, he looked as if he had been walloped in the head with a hammer.

“··· ··You’re mischievous.”

He had a disgruntled expression with slightly inflated cheeks. He was so cute that my face cracked into laughter.

***

The midday sun broke over the lake.

Every time the boots’ heels stepped on the soft soil, the smiling grass grumbled.

A tall tree rooted at the shore had red berries hanging from it.

It looked appetizing, so I tried to pick it, but the branch was too high when I reached out my hand.

When I was struggling while trying to balance on my toes, Kian stretched his arm over my head.

There was a ripe fruit in his hand.

“Here you are.”

“Thank you.”

“No thanks needed.”

His eyes smiled with a soft glow, and his silver hair scattered over his straight forehead.

He was initially a beautiful face, but when he laughed, I thought he had a halo.

It was fortunate that I wore a wide-brimmed hat. It covered my face.

I took a bite of the fruit Kian gave me.

The sweetness pervaded the tip of the tongue. Like the sweetness of the pulp, the time spent with Kian was very sweet.

“Kian, would you like to try that?”

I pointed to a boat tied to a small pier.

I got on the boat with Kian’s escort. Then Kian, who climbed in, slowly rowed.

We sailed across a large lake. The lake’s surface was filled with blue skies giving off the surreal sensation that we were swimming in the sky.

I rowed for fun.

Kian asked anxiously. “Don’t you think you should quit now?”

“No, I’ve always wanted to try something like this.”

But rowing wasn’t as easy as I thought. I felt my hands and mind weren’t in sync, and thanks to this; the boat was spinning in place.

It was hard for Kian to look

“…….Please let me do it. Please.”

Here I was proud, enough to claim I wasn’t so bad at rowing, but I must have been mistaken.

I’m I severely lacking in motor dexterity?

While seriously contemplating, Kian smoothly guided our boat to the pier.

He got out first and tied the boat tightly to the wooden post so that it wouldn’t shake.

“Hold my hand, my master,” Kian said, and thanks to his help, I calmly got off the boat.

When I set foot on solid ground, suddenly there was a cry from the forest side.

Then came the sound of light glistening and clicking in the bushes. I turned my head reflexively towards the place where the sound came from.

My eyes met with a man hiding in the bushes.