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I was standing in the middle of the bloodbath. The slaughtered bodies fell to their feet, and a terrible scream struck their eardrums.

In the banquet hall there were bloody, broken chandeliers sprayed with limbs and people running away screaming.

My foot stuck something too soft and too high to be the floor. I looked down and stopped breathing.

The disembodied head of the emperor.

Cold-hot terror rising from my body. I raised my head vaguely.

A bloodstained throne. Horribly slaughtered knights.

‘He’ was approaching, stepping on bodies that cracked with his weight.

A lone white, silver-haired beautiful man stood in stark contrast to a world with deep red blood poured on it in.

The freakishly beautiful man, unlike the surrounding chaos, was tranquil. Even though this horror was coming from him.

You have to run away.

‘Run.’

I couldn’t move. My body was immobilized; possessed. Before I registered it, he slowly reached out to me. He was smiling, dragging my dizy attention to the pleasant tip of his upturned lips.

I could only focus on the white, blood-soaked silver-haired man. His hand which finally came to me like Death’s sickle, clasped my neck,

“······”.

“Hyuk… !”

“!”

The carriage rattled loudly, as if it had been caught in a stone’s beak.

The maid inquired anxiously when she saw me panting and standing up.

“Lady, are you alright? Did you have any bad dreams?”

“Oh, oh, ···.”

It was a dream.

I exhaled slowly, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.

“You look very pale. Should I tell him to turn the carriage around?”

“No, it’s okay.”

I appreciate the maid’s sincere concern, but I can’t go back to the mansion. Tonight, there’s something I have to do.

Four years ago. I possessed a character in the fantasy novel ‘The Wizard of Rebellion’. The Duchess’s only daughter, Olivia Ashford. That was my new identity.

A 25-year-old struggling, depressed unemployed woman became an aristocrat overnight.

The Duke of Ashford would be buried at the hands of the antihero of the novel, Kian, who abhorred imperial aristocracy.

He was a genius of the magical arts, the like of which only appeared once in a hundred years.

Unfortunately, Kian is enslaved for 20 years before he becomes a wizard.

His awakening as a wizard comes when he is on the verge of being stuffed alive by a nobleman who only chooses and collects beautiful slaves.

Kian tears the aristocrat apart like a doll, the very thing he was almost turned into.

Later, at a banquet held to celebrate the Emperor’s birthday, he exterminates the Emperor and all the nobles of the Empire.

At this point you’d have guessed. Yeah, the dream I just had was a scene at the scene of the carnage.

A nightmare that has been bothering me ever since I was possessed.

This nightmare will become a real reality a year from now and it hit me.

‘You must stop this from happening.’

I searched everywhere for Kian’s whereabouts with that persistent mantra. It was now the second year of my search and I was demoralized. It was trying to find a needle in a desert.

In the novel, the days when Kian was a slave only come from past recollections and even a few pages.

Kian’s past was covered for over it’s 20 free episodes, but was deleted as soon as it was published.

The reason? The story was a frustrating meandering tale of the antihero’s life. With the 20 episodes deleted from the author’s blog, there was no passion left to finish the story.

I swallowed my regret.

I’ve searched hundreds of slave markets throughout the empire, but never found Kian. Only one year is left. If I don’t find him within a year’s time and stop his villainess fate, I’ll die.

“We will arrive soon.”

The horseman’s voice struck me. Shortly, the carriage stopped in front of the opera theater.

Tonight, an auction is going to be held for only invited nobles.

There is no limit to the types of items exhibited at the auction. In other words, they sell people. The targets included endangered species such as mermaids, Suin people, and slaves with rare and beautiful appearances. On the list of this auction houses were advertisements boasting of “silver slaves of beauty.”

Since Kian is the most gorgeous man in the novel, it is possible that one of the slaves may be Kian.

‘This time, please.’

I entered the theater in earnest prayer.

The theater was full of people because the opening of the auction was near. As soon as I settled into an assigned box seat on the second floor, the auction commenced.

The first auction was the posthumous work of master painter Allen Cervi, who died in his youth. The price of the painting rapidly soared because of the renowned empire’s financiers in attendance.

The painting was sold to a gentleman at 20 billion gallons. The red insignia went down and up, and a second bidding war was ignited.

The cry of the price-calling participants filled the theater. There was a line of auctions that the rich coveted, but nothing interested me.

An hour passed and I found myself waiting only for the silver-haired slave to come out. The auctioneer finally said what I had been waiting for.

“This is a silver-haired young man with a heavenly appearance.”

The insignia was lifted, and a young man appeared in the center of the stage.

A youth with white, slim body was wrapped around a revealing costume. When the young man with his head down raised his face, there were loud and small exclamations everywhere in the audience. The auction house’s explanation followed.

“There are flaws on it’s body because of an owner’s rough handling, but it’s beautiful appearance, slim body and white skin are attractive points that make up for it.”

I almost screamed. I heard the opera glasses rattle as I brought them to my face and checked the young man’s face. My heart pounded insanely. My hands shook with emotion. I squinted into the lens, doubting myself.

His hair, which seemed to have melted pure silver, reflected the light of the chandelier and shone beautifully. A flawless face with perfectly proportioned features. Eyes like frozen winter lakes.

It was clear sky blue and the skin was white and fine enough to remind you of snow fields. The face of Kian depicted in the novel was in front of my eyes.

Four years after possession, I had finally found the main character!

“100 million!”

“150 million!”

“200 million!”

The cries of the people poured out. I made a hasty bid.

“One billion!”

The audience roared at the sudden jump. Did I sing too hard from the start? But it wasn’t the time to argue about this and that. If an man steals Kian, it will be a ruinous ending. The excited auctioneer’s voice rang out in the hall.

“It’s very hot from the start! So, here’s a billion gallons. Anyone else?”

“1.5 billion!”

I turned my eyes to where the voice came from. In the opposite box seat, the masked lady was smiling, covering her mouth with a fan. All the slaves standing by her side were men and all of them were prominent in appearance.

Only then did the lady’s name come to mind. Mrs. Escilla. These days, she is often mentioned in the mouths of people. They let handsome, well-built slaves wait on them every night. It was obvious what that woman would buy Kean for and what she would do with him.

“4 billion!”

Mrs. Escilla retorted when I called for a price.

“Five billion!”

“8 Billion!”

“10 Billion!”

Mrs. Ecila clung persistently. It seems she must have Kian. There is no woman who is not fascinated by Kian’s appearance, so I understand her reasons. But I have my reasons and I can never let that woman take Kean.

I raised the price again.

“25 billion!” came another tumultuous and excited cry from the host in the audience.

“It’s amazing. 25 billion gallons!”

I took out my opera glasses and examined my rival. Deep anguish loomed colored her visage. After a few seconds of pondering, she opened her mouth.

“50 Billion!”

50 billion gallons. Considering the estimated assets of her and her husband, she had a strong case. But you can’t beat me with that kind of money. A laugh pulled up my lips. Then, I opened my mouth.

“100 billion.”

The whole audience was in a great uproar when the auction price jumped 1,000 times the initial price.

Shock burst forth.

The Duchess of Ashford is a member of the House of Godfather family. The duchess’s assets are astronomical on an astronomical scale, generating profits in various businesses, including trade, finance and mining. Even at this time, the Ashford family’s wealth is ever increasing.

About 100 billion gallons will soon be reimbursed. The wife’s hand with a fan was shaking. I smiled, lifting only one corner of my mouth. I’m afraid she didn’t recognize me.

If she had known, she would have refrained from pestering.

“100 billion gallons! Anyone else?” cried the excited auctioneer as he looked around the crowd.

“100 billion. If there’s no more than that, I’ll call it three times and finish the auction.”

During the auction house’s three asking prices, Mrs. Escilla kept her mouth shut.

The three beats of the auction rod rang out in the theater.

“This product was sold at 100 billion gallons to participant No. 36.”

Before the auction assistant took Kian backstage, Kian and my eyes were immediately intertwined. I thought with him eye to eye.

I’ll make you happy for sure. From now on, I intend to take care of the main character with love and sincerity to stop the blacking route.

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I Became the Master of the Villain Chapter 2

A carriage ran through the night streets. The novel’s protagonist, Kian, who I had been looking for so long, was sitting opposite me.

The genius wizard of the century and the man who will destroy the empire. And the one who brutally murdered Olivia in the original storyline.

I formally introduced myself to Kian.

“I’m your new owner, Olivia Ashford. The princess of the ducal house of Ashford, and she’s acting Duke on behalf of my sick father. Please take good care of me from now on.”

Kian spoke politely, with both hands neatly placed on his knees. “I am Kian. From now on, I will serve you faithfully.”

It was a gentle and submissive attitude. He was said to be pleasant before blackening, so he probably wasn’t acting.

But don’t be fooled. Kian, who turned evil in the original work, was really cruel. Detesting the empire, he thoroughly wiped out the imperial family and all high-ranking houses. To an extent, there was not one noble seen in the capital. So running away was never a choice.

It’s much better to be a sweet master and tame him instead. First of all, I should be generous with Kian. I have to show you that I’m different from the lousy so-called noble owners you’ve met so far. While continuing to think, a carriage past the vast garden and stopped in front of the mansion.

“Welcome back, my lady,” the servants of the mansion, who were waiting for my return, bowed one by one.

The servants were following me with curious eyes after Kian descended from the carriage. Seeing Kian’s beautiful appearance and close-fitting clothes, they began to talk.

“This is Kian, who has become a new member of this house from today. Be polite. I won’t pardon anyone disrespecting him for being a slave.”

The faces of the servants, who learned of Kian’s identity, flashed a hazy light. I’m sure it was puzzling for the head to suddenly bring in slaves and ask them to be nice.

But they weren’t in the position to question their employer, so instead of protesting: “Yes, miss.”

Kian followed me. The butler led us into a spacious and antique room with a private bathroom.

“Then, please rest,” said Albert, only Kian and I were left in the room.

I glanced at Kian’s face a few steps away, waiting for my instructions. The heat under the long, delicate eyelashes was as clear as the sky reflected in the water, and the facial lines were elegant.

The nose was straight and the lips were lively red, even though nothing had been applied. And the skin was as white and smooth as white jade.

As predicted, he has a magnificent face. In the original version, that glamour also gave Kian a lot of turmoil.

As a slave, his extraordinary appearance was a curse, not a blessing.

That’s why the burn marks on Kian’s right shoulder were made.

Since my life depended on it, I opened my mouth carefully speculating that I should check if he matches the novel only once.

“Kian, can you lower the gown a little?”

He lowered his gown after a moment’s hesitation at my request. It was the moment I took a step closer to him to identify the scar. Kian let go of his hand holding the gown and slowly kneel in front of me.

He hunched down. The gown slid gently, revealing the white flesh. As he bowed before me like a submissive dog, he lowered his eyes. I was quite embarrassed by his sudden action.

“What, what are you doing?”

Said Kean, looking up at me wonderingly, “Didn’t you buy me to wait on you at night?”

The calm voice pierced my heart. I didn’t know my behavior of checking for scars would cause a misunderstanding.

I said in a hurry, lifting Kian in haste.

“I didn’t bring you here to do that.”

“Then why….”

“…..”

I was trying to make sure you were the main character, but I couldn’t tell the truth, so I just picked up his clothes. I said to Kian, dressing him in the gown.

“You just have to eat well, rest well, and relax in this house. That’s all I want from you.”

Kian didn’t seem to understand what I was saying, but he didn’t reply, perhaps because he was a slave.

I paid a fortune to buy a slave that didn’t do anything? It had to be bizarre to him.

I’m apologetic I couldn’t truthfully explain the situation.

I came out. I told him to rest well because he must be tired, and then I left Kian’s room.

As I walked down the corridor of the mansion where silence had fallen, I recalled what I had just seen. Kian’s right shoulder had burn marks, as described in the novel.

It was a scar from burning iron. It was done by Kian’s past owner, an impoverished nobleman. He was jealous that his wife was nice to Kian and tried to destroy his face.

He halted at burning Kian’s shoulders, but continued to harass him. Whenever he was angry, he used to call him in and whip him with fury. There were countless scars on his back.

I was heartbroken when I read the novel, but seeing it in person was another level of shock and remorse.

If Kian hadn’t had great misfortune… if anyone had been warm to Kian…. Maybe he wouldn’t have turned.

You might have been able to love and laugh like an ordinary person.

Now that I’ve brought in Kian, I think I’ve been given a chance to ascertain that possibility.

To prevent the blackening of Kian, to increase my lifeline. I’m prepared to take on anything.

***

I’m sure I said I’d take anything….

I didn’t know this would happen.

Just a moment ago, on the front page of the newspaper brought by Butler Albert, there was a picture of Kian and the following headline:

[The highest-priced slave auction winner was taken last night in front of an opera house, selling for five times more than Lady Allen Cervi’s posthumous work, “The Lady of the Twilight.”]

Before Kian got on the wagon, someone must have pressed the shutter quickly.

I kept reading the article.

[Last night, a beautiful slave young man was auctioned off at the XX Opera Theater for 100 billion gallons. The winning bidder is presumed to be Lady O of the Daebu-ho family] Miss O was sure to refer to me.

In a secret auction, a mask is worn to protect the participant’s identity.

But what kind of people are journalists? They don’t spare anyone for a scoop.

You’d have caught me by following me secretly. I read the newspaper‘s title. Sin Daily Gossip.

Literally, it is a newspaper that specializes in gossip. The public, thirsty for provocative articles, used to read them out of boredom, recording a steady circulation of sales. Compared to large newspapers, its influence is minimal, but it is too much to ignore. The butler asked implicitly.

“What shall we do, Miss?”

‘‘They’ll have to pay for the light talk.’’

They are gossip reporters anyway. They are not professionals with a huge sense of duty, and it is not difficult to keep their mouths shut if they make a moderate threat.

‘’Don’t do it too hard, just give them a light touch.’’

‘’I’ll take action,’’ said Albert with a perfectly faithful look.

He’s loyal to me because he believes I have precognitive dreams.

I used the information I knew from the original timeline to make money as soon as I possessed this body.

Well… Being able to tell the future was not far off the mark. Even if I wanted to explain it, I can’t, so I’ll just leave it alone.

I was about to fold the newspaper with that thought, and I spotted the picture of Kian on the front page.

In the picture, Kian was dressed in the same clothes he wore when he was sold at the auction.

“Now that I see it, there’s nothing for Kian to wear.”

There is no young male aristocrat in this mansion. But I didn’t want to dress him servant clothes.

I pulled myself up from the chair in the study and said to the butler.

“I need to go shopping.”

The faithful butler answered immediately.

“I’ll tell you to prepare the carriage.”

“Yes, do it for me.”

My first task in the “Take Care of Kian So I Will Live When He Awakens” mission is set.

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I Became the Master of the Villain Chapter 3

My carriage stopped in front of the department store on the main street.

“Arrived, my dear,” said Lord Hans, my escort, who opened the carriage door.

I got off the carriage with his guidance.

The department store building was magnificent and splendid to match the name of the first of it’s kind in the Empire.

As soon as I entered the entrance, all kinds of high-end items displayed under subtle lighting caught my eye. Women’s shoes, bags, hats, perfumes, cosmetics, etc.

Normally I would have meandered around, but today I had a set purpose.

I stopped walking in front of the men’s clothing store. said with a kind smile, as drawn by the manager.

“Welcome lady. Is there anything you’re looking for?”

“I’m going to look around slowly for now.”

“Okay. Then, call me when you need me.”

The manager stepped back with a slight bow. I looked at the clothes on the shelves.

Maybe it’s because I don’t have much experience choosing men’s clothing, it was a lot harder to choose clothes than I thought.

I glanced at Lord Hans, my escort knight. I thought he’d know better than I did, so I asked for advice.

“Sir, would you pick out some clothes that would suit Kian?”

Replied Lord Hans in a confident voice, “Leave it to me!”

After a while Lord Hans showed me the clothes he had chosen. “How about this?”

“That’s a little….”

“What about this?”

“That’s a little, too…”

I respect his taste, but all the clothes he picked were cumbersome.

“Are you sure you picked the right one?”

“Of course! I’m more serious than ever.”

That makes me even more suspicious of his eyes. I realize the time, I’ve spent a lot of time choosing clothes. There are so many things to buy today…

Lord Hans advised me, pacing back and forth on the shelves. “Don’t think too hard, my dear. Kian would look good in anything.”

“Yeah?”

“Because he’s handsome even in a straight man’s eyes. With that face, he’ll digest any outfit.”

It sounded right. I must have thought it complicated from the beginning. Having come to a actualization, I called the manager immediately.

He asked with a polite smile, “Have you decided?”

I answered with a nod. “Please wrap up everything here.”

***

I swept the shoe, bag, and accessory stores behind the men’s clothing store.

It was easy to spend money because my worries were gone. It’s already been two hours since I started shopping.

I shopped combatively and got almost everything I needed.

“I think I’ve bought it all, but…”

In case I missed something, I decided to stop by the top floor of the department store.

****

Located on the top floor of the department store was jewelry. Inside the transparent display cases, a diversity of jewels emitted brilliant lights.

I don’t think we really need jewelry to stop Kian’s turning, but just in case, should we take a look?

I took a light step and looked around the store.

Before long I found a gem that I liked.

The ring was contained in a case with a double or triple security spell. A large blue diamond stuck in the center of the ring reflected the light and shone beautifully.

The spectacle captured my gaze and wouldn’t release it.

“Lady Olivia, what a coincidence we’re meeting here.”

The voice ripped me out of my reverie and I turned my head to the source.

The lady with a graceful figure pretended to be pleasantly surprised.

She was one of the ladies who had recently made her acquaintance in society.

The name… was it the Countess of Pittsburgh?

“Hello, Countess Pittsburgh.”

When I said hello, the Countess met my eyes.

Fortunately, the name is not wrong. The countess came with a trot.

Pointing to the ring I was looking at, she inquired, “Isn’t that the jewel in the ring, the Blue Moon?”

“You have a discerning eye .”

It was the clerk at Jewelry’s store who answered.

He spoke in a voice of pride.

“It’s famous for breaking the highest price per carat at a jewelry auction last year.”

The Countess of Pittsburgh nodded and said, “I heard Count Foster bought the Blue Moon for 100 billion gallons. I didn’t know it was made into such a beautiful ring.”

100 billion gallons. It was an expensive sum for the public, but considering the scarcity of blue diamonds, it was a reasonable price.

Said the countess of Pittsburgh in an excited voice. “How much is this ring? I’m sure it’s very expensive, right?”

“Well, I’m curious about the price, too.”

I like that ring. I inquired about the price of the ring to the clerk beside me. The answer came quickly:

“300 billion gallons.”

“300 billion gallons?”

The startled high voice rang in my ear.

The countess must have been quite surprised at the price.

The clerk explained with a look of ‘Madame, this jewel’ look.

“Blue Moon is the largest blue diamond in the world. Besides, the Empire’s finest jeweller cut it over a year.”

“Well, even if that’s the case. Isn’t 300 billion gallons too expensive?”

The clerk nodded as if he was fully sympathetic to the Countess’s reaction.

He glanced around and lowered his voice.

“There’s no one who still wants to buy the Blue Moon. So… Count Foster has a lot of worries.”

I see. That ring did not deserve such a fate.

For most aristocrats, 300 billion gallons is too much.

The Countess of Pittsburgh looked at me with a sad look on her face.

“What to do? You liked that ring,” she seemed to have guessed at the price that I had given up the ring.

But I must get my hands on that ring.

There is no extraordinary reason.

Simply… That jewel, looks like the color of Kian’s eyes. I thought it would definitely suit Kian.

I grinned at the clerk and said, “It looks like the owner of the ring finally showed up.”

“…!”

The clerk and Countess of Pittsburgh, who understood what I implied, gaped.

“She—that’s… what… said?” asked the clerk, incredulously.

I said it again kindly.

“That ring, I’ll buy it.”

***

After shopping sufficiently, I came back to the mansion.

I left my shopping to my employees. Then I went to Kian’s room.

I knocked lightly on his door. A brisk sound of busy footsteps responded.

Soon the door opened.

“Have you been, Master?”

With a polite posture and quiet eyes, Kian greeted me.

Wow, he was so meek and passive… I couldn’t get used to it because I only saw him butchering enemies without a thought.

Still, this is much better.

I pulled a small box out of my arms. I bought it because it looked like a ring made for Kian.

But I’m suddenly embarrassed to give it to him. I hesitated about what to do with this, and then I said, “Era, I don’t know.” and passed the box to him without ceremony.

Kian, who received the ring box, tilted his head.

I scratched my cheek awkwardly.

“I… picked it up on the way.”

Kian opened the box.

His eyes dilated. There the Blue Moon ring shined inside.

“This is……”

“Because I thought it would look good on you,” I said with an awkward smile.

Kian shook his head, not taking the ring out of the box. “Master, I can’t accept such an expensive gift.”

“It wasn’t so expensive.”

“A slave like me doesn’t need it.”

“Don’t do that. I can’t get a refund anyway.”

I gently grasped Kian’s hesitating hand. I put a ring on his white long finger.

“Master…” Kian remained still with his eyes slightly lowered.

Perhaps because of his silver hair and unusually white skin, I had a fantasy that a pure-white bride was in front of me.

But there was an unexpected problem.

The ring did not fit on Kian’s fingers. It was too small or too loose.

“It doesn’t fit here either,” I said, Kian was wiggling his hands as the failures went on and on.

“I think it’s a good gift for you, too.”

“Let’s do it one more time.”

At the last try, I put the ring on Kian’s final remaining finger. But like a lie, the ring went in.

Kian and I were surprised and at the same time shouted ‘Ahh’.

The diamond ring I gave was perfect for Kian’s left ring finger.

****

It was in the afternoon a few days later that an unexpected visitor came to the mansion.

The butler informed me of the guest’s arrival, and I hurried down to the porch.

A golden colorful double-decker carriage pulled by two white horses stopped in front of me.

When the guards opened the door of the carriage, a young man with a clean comb of dark blond hair fell.

“Olivia, long time no see.”

He was Harrison, the Crown Prince of the Racion Empire. He smiled sweetly at me, as I held the hem of the dress and gave a curtsy.

“Are you surprised to see me without notice?”

I responded with a smile, guiding him into the drawing room.

“No, I’m sorry to have caused you hardship by making you come all the way here.”

“What are you talking about? How can I say it’s hard for me to see you?”

He gave off a friendly and generous aura.

At first glance he looked like a man in love.

A few months ago, the Crown Prince began courting me with great esteem. How romantic, affectionate and devoted he was.

At first I thought he was a lover of the century.

‘I might have been fooled if I hadn’t read the original.’

Olivia became the prince’s wife. Regardless, on the day of the Emperor’s birthday party when the fully turned Kian slaughtered the attendees, the Crown Prince used Olivia as a human shield.

If you really loved Olivia, you wouldn’t have abandoned your wife to flee alone.

The prince married Olivia, not because he adored her, but because of her background.

The ducal house of Ashford is the wealthiest family in the Empire.

It is almost certain that the Crown Prince will succeed the next emperor, but there is another prince.

The Second Prince, who was ousted to the north ten years ago.

Rumor had it that the Second Prince had become a Sword Master.

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Just in case, the Crown Prince intended to keep our family on his side. But I have no intention of marrying the Crown Prince.

If Kian turns, the first ones to lose their necks is the royal family.

After a while, the Crown Prince and I sat between tables in the drawing room. He held the teacup to his lips with an elegant gesture.

“Olivia, I’ve read a very strange article recently…” said the Crown Prince, who purposely paused.

“I heard you bought a slave for 100 billion gallons at the auction… is that true?”