Became a Villain in Romance Fantasy

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“Get away from me.”

I was heading to the Islands for Angelica’s birthday party.

In other words, I was riding another wagon with such a bad ride.

And this carriage was for four people. It had a plain design that could seat two people in the front and back.

The problem is that Cecil and Alice were sitting on either side of me.

“You don’t like it?”

Cecile pulled my arm. Then I felt a soft touch. No matter how restrained I was, Cecile fully met my ideal type.

I wasn’t a grown-up gentleman who could hold onto a woman’s breasts and still maintain her reason.

That’s why I tried to remove my arm at once.

“Young, lord…”

Alice, who was next to me, tugged at my arm.

I had two pretty girls next to me. It was definitely a situation that any man would envy.

If only I wasn’t riding in this f*cking wagon.

Dumb-.

Dumb-.

The wagon I am riding now was a custom-made wagon. They paid more than 10 times the price of an ordinary wagon.

It was definitely more comfortable than the wagon I rode before. Still, a carriage was a carriage.

‘I’m dizzy.’

When I was on a plane or when I was on a deep-sea fishing boat to urgently ask for money. I was experiencing motion sickness that I had never had before.

‘It might be more comfortable to ride a dragon for real…’

It was a world where the job itself as a dragon rider existed. Rather than riding more wagons, it seemed better to ride a dragon.

As soon as I returned to the manor, I immediately decided to get a dragon egg.

**

‘What the hell is going on?’

An hour has passed since we arrived at the entrance of the island. However, the waiting line still shows no signs of diminishing.

The last time I visited, I went in in 10 minutes. The length of the line did not differ from that time.

Perhaps something was wrong.

“I’ll come see what’s going on.”

“Me too.”

“I’ll go with you.”

I couldn’t stand the frustration and opened the carriage door. Alice and Cecil followed me and got off.

As I walked to the checkpoint, I heard people’s murmurs and shouts.

As I cut through the crowd, I saw a man yelling.

“Do you even know who I am? A hero, a hero! A man who will rip off the devil’s head?”

“Even so, we are taxing everyone who enters the system.”

‘That’s it… That… Kael.’

The warrior Kael.

Called a character-breaking hero, he was a Laplace-class nuisance. He was worse than Laplace, but not less.

He came out as a male character with a lot of importance. To be precise, he was a character who fell in love with Angelica and chased after her.

“What do you think of the warrior’s words!”

That crazy guy was about to draw his sword, so I blocked his way.

“There’s someone waiting behind you, so why don’t you get out of the way for now?”

“What… Who are you?”

As if frightened, Kael took a step back. It was a natural reaction. Is there anyone who will not be intimidated by a man with a height of over 190 and walking towards him?

“I had to pass by.”

“You mean you know who I am?”

If it weren’t for the silver holy sword that was worn around his waist, the hero would have looked like a bully in the neighborhood.

His hair was cropped blonde, and his body looked tanned.

He seemed like someone who would shout something like ‘valid www’.

“Isn’t it a warrior?”

“Are you taking that kind of attitude knowingly?”

I was annoyed at the oddly touching attitude of the guy. Thanks to the long carriage ride, my patience had run out a long time ago.

“Wouldn’t it be better to stop?”

“Stop? Don’t you?”

There, he landed a guaranteed blow.

“Oh… This pink-haired maid is pretty? If you have a sister over there, give this b*tch to me.”

Kael put her hand on Alice’s shoulder. At the same time, my fist was pointed at his face.

“Keek!?”

The guy flew away making a strange noise. Maybe I should live with his face half-crushed, but I should be glad I didn’t come with a sword and at least saved my life.

And if I hadn’t used my hands, Alice’s kick could have killed me instantly. If he had died, he would not have been able to die gracefully because he would have been subjugated by Cecil.

“Hey…Thank you for your help, but he’s a warrior. Will you be okay?”

The inspector approached me and bowed his head, but his expression was blatantly unnerving.

He seemed to think he might be caught up in the fact that he touched the hero.

“I haven’t told you my name yet.”

“Yes?”

Looking at my skills, the inspector seemed to have misunderstood me as a skilled mercenary or adventurer.

Cecil came over and handed me the overcoat I had taken off.

He said while wearing an overcoat with the crest of the Crown Duke.

“It’s Laplace de Crown.”

**

“Laplace!”

As I was unpacking my luggage at the accommodation provided in the imperial castle, Angelica opened the door and came in. As she approached me happily, she stopped with a frozen expression on her face.

“Laplace.”

“Uh, uh…Why?”

Anjelica’s voice, unlike usual, showed a willingness to be blatantly unpleasant.

“Who is this?”

Angelica slowly walked in front of Cecile.

“Ah…The woman over here is the ‘ex’ fiancé. ‘Master.’ “

Cecile called out to me, oddly emphasizing two words.

Feeling that something was going wrong, I took the two of them apart and introduced them.

“This is Cecil, a slave purchased for work. And this is Angelica, the 4th princess. Let’s say hello.”

Angelica, who didn’t talk much when she first saw Alice, didn’t know why, but she wasn’t very nice to Cecil. It was the same with Cecile.

“Young, lord…?”

Alice trembled and called out to me, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get between them.

“This is the 4th princess of the empire, Angelica. Feel free to speak.”

Angelica smiled and held out her hand. But she wasn’t laughing at that. Her mouth was clearly smiling, but I could feel her cold gaze.

“This is Cecil, the slave in charge of serving your master at night.”

Cecile answered while ignoring Angelica’s hand.

“It’s probably because he’s a slave. It seems he doesn’t even know basic etiquette.”

“Do you think it’s okay for the ‘ex’ fiancé to enter a man’s room?”

I don’t know why, but it reminded me of a nice boat.

**

Angelica couldn’t understand.

Obviously he was beautiful.

It wasn’t that narcissism was huge, it was the objective evaluation of people around me. Most of the men looked at themselves and praised them, and all of them would turn around and look at Angelica.

But Laplace was different. He showed little interest in Angelica. Engagement is the only thing that holds the two together. There was no contact.

One day, Laplace’s attitude changed. It was probably from the time he saved Angelica from being kidnapped.

Now, every time Angelica pushed him, he showed a hint of shyness.

Even though it may seem like an annoyance to others, Angelica was able to understand Laplace’s true intentions.

Angelica began to feel pleasure from meeting Laplace, which was nothing more than her simple job.

So she was expecting more. She’s coming to her own birthday party that never came.

‘What dress should I wear… What should I bring as a present?’

Originally, I was planning to show my most beautiful appearance at the party.

But that time itself was too precious.

“Laplace!”

I visited Laplace’s room with the brightest smile and without any pretense.

The first thing Angelica saw upon entering her room was Alice, her cute maid.

Despite being discriminated against for being her prisoner, seeing her follow Laplace was admirable enough.

It didn’t matter until Alice. Angelica’s only consolation was her older sisters. It was a problem she could fully accept as she felt like she had a little sister.

However, it was difficult to accept the black woman standing behind Laplace.

She was a woman with an ominous aura that I don’t know where she came from.

“I am the master’s s*x slave.”

s*x slave?

Angelica couldn’t believe her ears. Laplace is a s*x slave who is only ashamed of her occasional close contact with herself.

‘Sounds like a s*x slave…’

Something like a slave. A slave does not have any feelings towards his master and only does what he is told to do.

Her gaze toward Laplace, who was like herself, and the strangely blooming blush pointed to one thing.

‘That year I like Laplace.’

For one thing, that was also Laplace’s group. Although she could never admit it, Angelica held out her hand first.

‘I’m a big crowd, so I’m the first person to say hello to a rogue like you.’ It was a handshake with meaning.

“Master, will you sleep with me today?”

Cecile ignored Anjelica’s handshake and began hugging Laplace.

Took-.

Looking at the scene, something that represents Angelica’s restraint broke off.