The Escape
I had regressed into a romance novel.
I realized this fact far too late.
Countless knights charged at me, swinging swords surrounded by vicious aura.
Some of them had familiar faces.
"Neville!! You idiot, run away quickly!!"
The small-built red-haired woman in front of me shouted with tears streaming down her face while swinging her massive sword that didn't match her petite frame.
Black aura scattered aggressively.
It was tremendous power, but I could see the sword shaking as it gradually slowed.
She wouldn't last long.
'Kaina noona.'
The damn memories filled my brain belatedly.
The content of the original work.
My life and personality before the regression.
The shitty things I did while living as Neville.
A sense of hatred, disgust, and anger towards myself arose.
"Oppa!! Don't just stand there and run away!! Please, run away!!"
The silver-haired woman swinging twin swords.
One hand for defense, one for attack.
Similarly, black aura danced beautifully in the air like a gymnast's ribbon.
She sliced through the enemies like dancing, but I could see she was tired.
Her shoulder was even deeply cut.
The red blood flowing on her snow-white skin tightened my chest.
'Helena.'
Anger, self-loathing, and regret filled my brain, but my rational survival instinct moved my body.
Gradually backward.
'Fuck... Fuck!!! You pathetic trash bastard!!!'
Even if I cursed myself internally, nothing changed.
Since the wide-range attack had broken the wall, running backward would allow escape.
They wouldn't kill a piece of trash like me.
Soon, the two people looking back at me who had retreated far behind.
They smiled with relief, not resentment or hatred.
Very brightly.
"Live, Neville!! You must forget everything and live happily!!"
"Oppa!! You must live!!"
With the last shouts of the two, I closed my eyes and ran backward. I felt hot tears wetting my face.
Yes, at the moment I realized the regression, I abandoned my family and ran away.
Five hellish years passed like that.
'King Maker is Obsessed.'
Reading a boring daily life hobby web novel.
Among the recommendations, I read the romance novel where the female lead was highlighted as different from the original.
The title itself is the story of the female lead who becomes the King Maker and tries to make the second prince the emperor. In the process, she seduces powerful people, traps her own people, and eventually succeeds in making the emperor.
But the demons who were waiting for the opportunity attacked the empire during the long war when the empire's national power weakened and conquered it.
The empire fiercely resisted, but eventually lost, and the female lead became a great bitch by tricking the Demon King at the end to become his wife.
Why a bitch?
At the end, when the Demon King said he would specially save one human, no one said anything.
'Now, you are the only one I have.'
Crazy woman.
The highlight of this novel is that she dies after waiting for her father who raised her all her life and the male lead who she thought she loved.
Even after that, she lived happily giving birth to children with the Demon King.
I left a review of anger at the dog's ending of this world and regressed into this world.
I am Neville de Valkian.
I was living in the body of the successor of the duke family notorious as the empire's hunting dog.
Neville's role in the early part of the novel is to be manipulated by the female lead and ruin the Valkian family, a major force of the Lee Prince faction.
Originally, I should have been a fool who didn't run away five years ago, called the name of the woman in front of me, and died.
"Neville.."
Yes.
The pink-haired woman looking down at me with tears welling up.
This dog-like woman is the female protagonist of this novel.
Celine van Breina.
The eldest daughter of the magic family Breina Duchy.
"Don't cry, Celine. That kind of worthless guy. I didn't know a piece of trash like me would become this strong."
Wrapping her shoulder with a feeling face, the prince who was greasy said.
Behind him, three men without arms and eyes stared at me.
The northern duke who was mesmerized by Celine, the owner of the magic tower, and the saint.
They should have been silenced, but fuck.
I ran away cowardly that day and found opportunities to become strong. Originally, the opportunity for the duke bastard to become the world's strongest.
While training madly like that, I heard a horrific story at a mercenary tavern.
'Hey, the Valkian family's limbs were cut off and died, and the two princesses committed suicide before being horribly treated? But the traitors of the Valkian family took their bodies.'
'The Lee Prince faction laughed at that and said it was the end of the dog-like family girls. They said it was a pity they couldn't stop the suicide so they could enjoy it themselves.'
This was content not in the original work.
It was just summarized in one line that the Valkian family, which was just the empire's hunting dog, met a miserable end.
From that day on, I investigated as if to settle the score what our family was deliberately subjected to.
When I confirmed all the content, I learned the petty things lightly mentioned in the original work in detail.
The more I read, the more infuriating the contents became.
The most unbearable was that my sin of being mesmerized by Celine was the greatest.
Because I lived as a piece of trash, the family collapsed, and the nobles of the Lee Prince faction who found the gap came and gnawed at it.
Self-hatred towards myself.
And arrogance and impulsiveness towards the strengthened power.
I infiltrated alone to take revenge and unfortunately failed.
To me, the hypocritical woman with tears streaming down her face approached.
"No... No matter what, for the sake of the family, I couldn't do it to you. We were engaged... Uhm. I'm sorry, Neville."
The bald male lead guys soothing the woman who was sniffling while wrapping her face.
Roughly, the nonsense that their hearts were kind, tears were beautiful.
"Shut up, you horny dog-like bitches."
Celine was acting now.
That woman is closer to a villainess in her mind than the female lead of the romance novel.
"You crazy bastard!"
The northern duke kicked my stomach.
I swallowed the blood rising from my stomach.
I had no intention of showing weakness.
"Hate. Disgust. Trash."
The magic tower owner muttered with a one-sentence concept.
The rest behind also muttered something, but my ears were ringing so I couldn't hear.
Dog-like bastards.
After half the troops were cut down, they cooperated to barely suppress me, the piece of trash.
Except for the prince who was a shield.
I lost one eye and one arm, but eventually my strength ran out at the end.
That Celine bitch, I wanted to kill her no matter what.
Damn.
The place I was in was the imperial main hall.
I was tied up as a spectacle for my execution.
The nobles of the Lee Prince faction were laughing around and watching.
The bald bastards.
They threw away all their troops for one me, and soon they would die to the demons, so why were they laughing.
I raised my head and looked at Celine.
Her disgusting face wet with tears.
Through the gap covered by her hand, the corner of her mouth was visible.
A feeling of rationality being paralyzed by anger.
Even if I go, I have to say what I have to say.
"The Valkian family becomes a vengeful ghost even after death and bites off the prey they missed. Even after death, I curse you, you trash girl who will betray everyone in the end. Die from a disease caught while fucking with the Demon King, you indiscriminate whore."
—!
A tremendous pain felt on my tongue, but compared to the pain I've felt so far, it was nothing.
—!
I spat the tongue hanging over my lips on Celine's face.
"Kyaahaaaak—!!"
"“Celine!!”"
—
Celine who was hit on the face by my tongue fainted.
The surrounding scenery rotated quickly.
Even if the neck is cut, it says it can see in front for a few seconds, it's true.
When I stopped rolling, I gradually saw my body falling apart.
It was too short for five years to kill all those bastards.
If I had more time for myself.
If I had realized the regression faster, would the result have been different?
'I want to start over.'
I want to start over and kill all those bastards horribly.
While looking at the pendant necklace, which was my mother's keepsake, faintly glowing, I lost consciousness.
. .
. .
When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar patterned ceiling.
My head was dizzy and my body felt heavier than usual.
I forced my body up and looked around, it was my old room.
"What is this..."
Heaven or hell.
One of the two?
Knock knock—
A knock sound from outside.
Who is it?
Angel? Demon?
What would come in if I open that door.
I couldn't muster the courage to check.
I wanted to stay in this room I had missed for a while.
"...Oppa. I made your favorite chocolate cookies today. Please, just once... Can you open the door just once?"
The voice I missed.
My eyes welled up with tears.
The shock, longing, and sadness about the voice coming from outside, more than the painful head that would break.
"...Helena?"
The voice that came out hesitantly was childish.
It wasn't the voice that had cracked from training while vomiting blood since the day I ran away cowardly.
I opened my hand, the palm not twisted with calluses.
"Oppa? Oppa?! You finally answered? If possible, please open the door too!! Please show me your face..."
Whether demon or angel, it didn't matter.
I was fine dying to the owner of that voice.
I forced my not moving well body to move and opened the locked door with a bang.
"Ah— Helena.. Helena..!!"
Bright silver hair, jewel-like blue eyes.
Beautiful face.
My younger sister, Helena.
She looked at me with wide eyes in surprise.
I staggered and hugged Helena.
The fragrant jasmine scent enveloped my nose.
"Oppa..."
Helena who clung to me without resistance, burying her face in my shoulder.
Warm.
Like the warmth of a living person.
My younger sister who sacrificed for me.
After fighting to the end, when suppressed, the kid who committed suicide before being horribly treated by the trash bastards.
I felt my hand trembling.
To confirm the face, I stepped back and gently stroked the cheek with the trembling hand.
"Oppa..?"
Soft and fluffy.
The touch was vividly wet with tears.
The appearance before the war.
A somewhat immature face.
"O, Oppa—?"
The cheek stretched like a rice cake.
This touch, elasticity, it was definitely my younger sister Helena.
I withdrew the hand that was stretching the cheek and hugged her again.
"Helena.. I'm sorry. I was too late... I'm sorry I ran away..."
"Oppa— Hwaaang—"
We hugged like that for a while and cried.
After calming a bit, when I saw the surroundings, my mind cleared.
'This place is really heaven.'
If it was a dream, it was too long without waking and the senses were vivid.
I had lived well by being good.
By being a mercenary and cutting bad guys, it seemed to have helped kill a few demons.
My good younger sister wouldn't be in hell.
But if the one who met me first was Helena...
"Helena... Even after death, you waited for me?"
"...What are you talking about, Oppa?"
"This place is heaven, right. ...No?"
When Neville said with a dazed look, Helena went through shock > anger > acceptance > resolution and shouted.
"...Oppa? Ah— No.. Because of that woman, Oppa!! Yes, yes.. You were too deceived for too long... I'll call a priest!!"
Helena ran away hurriedly leaving me.
It looked like dust was raised as if there was no place to stand with tremendous speed.
On the floor, black cookies burnt to ashes made by Helena were in a plate.
Sitting alone dazedly, I looked at my palm again.
There were some calluses, but it was clean.
It was definitely the hand from the time I was obsessed with Celine, threw away the sword, and cursed.
"Not heaven?"
Then is it hell?