KILL THE VILLAIN Episode 2

Let's begin!

Kim sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings. His once tiny, modern apartment had transformed into an extravagant room straight out of a historical drama. Ornate furniture, luxurious drapes, and a massive chandelier—this wasn’t his home.

Kim buried his face in his hands

Kieran[MC]

I really got possessed in the game…? No, no, no. This must be a dream! Right?!

Just then, a soft knock came from the door.

Unknown person

Young Master, may I enter?

Kieran[MC]

(Froze)

Kieran[MC]

(💭 Young Master? Since when did I become a noble?!)

Kieran[MC]

(💭 Ah, right… I possessed the villain role… 😅😅 I forgot.)

Just as he processed this, another knock came.

Unknown person

Young Master? Are you alright?

Kieran[MC]

(💭 What should I do?! What should I do?! Should I act cool? Should I pretend I’m sIck? Or maybe—i should dance)

Kieran[MC]

Kieran[MC]

(💭 Argh! ᕙ( : ˘ ∧ ˘ : )ᕗ What am I doing now?)

Clearing his throat, he forced himself to sound composed.

The door creaked open, and a neatly dressed maid entered, bowing politely.

Kieran[MC]

C-Come in!

The door creaked open, and a neatly dressed maid entered, bowing politely.

Unknown person

Good morning, Young Master. Breakfast has been prepared, and the family is waiting for you in the dining hall. But first, I will help you get ready for the day

Kieran[MC]

(💭 Get ready? I forgot this was part of being a noble.)

Kieran[MC]

All right

The maid guided him to the large wardrobe. As she started laying out clothes for him, another figure entered—an older butler with gray hair, bowing respectfully.

Butler

Allow me, Young Master

The butler began adjusting Kim’s attire, and as he looked into the mirror, Kim suddenly realized something.

Kieran[MC]

Wait...

He straightened up, staring at his reflection.

Kieran[MC]

(💭 Wow, I’m tall now!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

Kieran[MC]

(💭 I can finally reach the top shelf without needing a stool!)

Unknown person

Shall we head downstairs for breakfast, Young Master?

Kieran[MC]

Yes, yes, let's go. (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

. .

The long dining table was surrounded by the entire Wilhelm family. The faint clinking of silverware filled the air as the grand meal continued. Kieran, deep in thought, was seated at the table with his family. His father, Duke Wilhelm, glared at him, a sharp edge to his voice.