Failed To Abandon the Villain

‘… So there’s a situation like that.’

Back then, Reinhardt made the male protagonist… that child go through ordeals, one after another.

In the early part of the ending of the novel, Reinhardt concealed his whereabouts after the Magic Tower collapsed once.

After not showing up for a while, he reunited with the male protagonist in that scene. Then Reinhardt started to make that child a hero like he was playing a fostering game.

Reflecting on the ending, he finally got what he wanted.

Reinhardt pushed the child into the crossroads of life and death without rest, yet the child would relentlessly come back alive, and would point the sword at Reinhardt over and over again.

In doing so, the child grew up, made some friends, and got along with other people.

He lost interest when everything was accomplished and the child settled in a normal life and was about to get married.

He once again lived a boring life.

“I shouldn’t have brought him along.”

Valletta murmured in a voice filled with regret. She raised her body damp in sweat, and drank water.

‘It’s tomorrow, the banquet.’

Valletta, who was sitting at the bed, looked at the three high-grade potions that she made, and then stood up.

It was made to give as a payment for the dresses and clothes that Duke Carlon had bought.

“My head hurts…”

It had been a long time since she hadn’t woken up in the middle of her sleep, but she didn’t know she would suffer in her dreams. She didn’t look like she had slept.

She slowly got up from her bed and walked to the desk.

‘Let’s make some more since we have the time.’

When she arrived there and wasn’t doing any alchemy, she felt like her body was rotting. She refuses to feel like a useless human being.

She put her hand on the desk and pulled out a chair.

At that moment, a faint smell of blood could be smelled through the damp air of the dim daybreak.

A gust of wind blew through the open window. Valletta let out a low sigh.

“… Do you not sleep?”

“…”

If it had been an ordinary day, a sly voice would be heard in response, but there was no answer. Valletta narrowed her brow and turned around. There was no hand that stopped her.

She looked at the man standing opposite to her.

Seeing the beautiful man covered in blood at daybreak, Valletta was just speechless. It surely was a scam.

Drops of blood dripped and pooled from the hem of Reinhardt’s robe. Reinhardt, who met her eyes, smiled with a lightly tired expression.

“Good morning, Master.”

“It’s daybreak.”

“Then good daybreak, Master.”

His change of words was faster than flipping one’s hand over.

Valletta did not answer and just looked at Reinhardt with a blank expression.

Reinhardt’s red eyes wrapped roundly.

“Can I come and hug you?”

Reinhardt said with a smile.

Even with a smile like that, she could tell that he was tired and was worn out all over his body.

What the heck is up with this hateful guy that was always composed?

“You can’t.”

Reinhardt, who was about to approach, suddenly stopped. A bitter smile formed on Reinhrdt’s lips and disappeared.

“You’re so mean, Master. Cold-hearted.”

Valletta, who was staying while grumbling, took a deep breath.

“If you’re coming, clean off the blood. These are the clothes that I just recently bought.”

Reinhardt’s eyes widened slightly, and then curved in satisfaction.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and the blood that had filled the room disappeared completely.

‘Is he an air purifier that functions well?’

He came up to Valletta after two steps and hugged her.

He then suddenly buried her head on his chest, and Valletta’s brows narrowed. He carefully kissed her hair.

“So you couldn’t sleep again, Master.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Even after the death of that greedy pig, there’s still a shadow that needs to be caught. Would it have been better if I killed him properly in front of your eyes?”

It’s a shame that he can’t resurrect the dead and kill them again. If he knew that shadow would bind her up like this, he would have made her kill him herself.

“I also couldn’t sleep. Should we sleep together, Master?”

“Are you crazy? This is someone else’s mansion.”

“Is that a problem?”

Reinhardt tilted his head, then quickly hugged her in his arms and laid her on the bed.

The bed that was wet a moment ago, was now well-dried as if it was dried by the sun.

‘What on earth is he using his magic on?’

Valletta sighed.

Reinhardt hugged her and covered her with a blanket.

The moment Valletta, who was buried in Reinhardt’s chest moved, Reinhardt gently rubbed her forehead with his thumb.

Valletta frowned, knowing that it was the same magic.

“You, did something happen?”

“…No, nothing. Sleep well, Master.”

“Hey, wai-!”

The moment she yelled, her mind started to drift away. Valletta’s expression was completely distorted.

Reinhardt watched her sleep vacantly.

He let out a low sigh and closed his eyes with her. As if his terrible insomnia was a lie, he fell asleep in an instant.

***

“Miss Valletta… Aaaah!”

A loud scream echoed throughout the mansion.

Even Valletta, who had fallen into a deep sleep, had to perk up her ears and open her eyes slowly at the voice.

In that short time, a low sigh could be heard above her head along with the crowds murmuring.

“… Lady Valletta?”

“Yeees…”

Valletta answered in a muffled voice and opened her eyes.

At the sight of his chest in front of her and the surprised voice, she slowly raised her body up from the bed.

Valletta straightened her frizzed hair with her fingers, while the servant’s shocked faces, Carlon Delphine’s awkward expression, and Reinhardt holding her hand watched her.

“Ah…”

Valletta groaned lowly.

“It’s not like that.”

With a subdued heavy voice, she answered with a sigh.

In fact, Reinhardt had a smile on his face as if he was having fun as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her.

“Master, you’re awake?”

“… Heuk.”

Murmuring was heard.

It seemed like even the calm servants of Duke Delphine were certainly perplexed with a scene like that.

She looked down at her body, which was fortunately properly clothed, and glanced at Reinhardt once.

Thanks to the timing and because of Reinhardt’s easily misunderstood words, even Carlon Delphine, who always had a calm expression, could not hide his agitation.

“… Whatever you’re thinking, it isn’t like that.”

She spoke firmly this time. She didn’t know that this hateful guy would still be there in the morning.

Valletta put down Reinhardt’s arms as if throwing them, and got out of the bed.

Reinhardt frowned slightly. He clicked his tongue and quickly got up from the bed, immediately grasping the situation.

“Ha.. it’s my first time hearing that ant b*st*rds can bark… Do you not know the basic rule that you should not wake up your master?”

“The me who’s sitting here is not their master.”

“Ah, if that’s the case, I’ll make you their master. Can I just kill this one?”

Reinhardt’s hands slowly reached for Carlon Delphine’s neck.

Carlon Delphine narrowed his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Reinhardt’s wrist.

Swoosh. A deep, blue light spread out throughout the room.

Valletta closed her eyes tightly at the bright light.

A strange sensation that was neither cold nor hot, permeated the room.

The moment the light disappeared and she opened her eyes again, Valletta could not say anything at the sight in front of her.

“If you have the strength, you should also be able to control yourself.”

“… There’s another interesting person.”

Reinhardt, who seemed to be having fun, said in a soft voice and the corner of his eyes smiled.

Reinhardt’s wrist was frozen with ice.

***