I Reject the villain’s ending.

【 Prologue 】

On a night with an ominously red moon, flames even redder engulfed the building.

“Kaaaak! Help!”

“Don’t come! Don’t come! Eek!”

The burning imperial palace, the incessant screams and clashing muskets, the heat that seemed to melt everything.

It all pointed to blood, death, and destruction.

A pale blonde woman, the only one left in the burning palace of opulence and luxury, stood by the window with a glass of wine, gazing up at the moon.

Her red lips twitched.

“At last the end comes for me too.”

A small, inaudible murmur drifted into the air.

The smell of blood on the wind, and the sound of death approaching, echoed in his chest.

“I’ve waited, so long.”

Just for this moment.

The door creaked open before she could finish her sentence.

And in walked a man.

A man with soft, pale pink hair and eyes like violets, unlike the bloody sword.

“Long time no see, Iros.”

“Saint.”

Iros was crying, like a spring day.

Hot tears streamed from his eyes, red as flames.

He pleaded.

“Please, please, Sierra. Please……. It’s over. It’s over, the Empire, your reign.”

“I know.”

Born the illegitimate daughter of a count, she lived a life as lowly as a dog’s, until she was chosen by God to become a saint and used her position to gain access to the imperial court.

Killing and capturing one imperial family after another, she seized the imperial throne and slowly pushed this shining empire to its doom.

“The fall of the empire”

That was all she could think about.

And now, the moment she had been waiting for, the moment that would crown her goal, had arrived.

The man who was once her sword would be the one to end it.

The only one who still calls himself a saint when everyone else calls him a villain.

“Please, please, please stop now. Drop everything and come with me even now-”

“If you’ve come to kill me, don’t hesitate to do it.”

Unlike him, who was weak at heart, she was resolute.

“…Do you have to go through with this? Is that all you have to say to me? How could you do this to me, Sierra!”

“What else can I say? I am the wicked woman who destroyed an empire and killed many people. You are the ‘sword’ of the temple who came to slay me. Isn’t that enough?”

The words were spoken with a slight hint of amusement, and Iros shouted with a venomous tone.

“Why, why do you find even your death so easy, what are you!”

There was no answer to his despairing cry. The conversation was over.

Shaking his head, Iros approached Sierra and held his sword to her unresisting throat.

His sword was trembling so clearly that the naked eye could see it.

“I’ll ask you one last time: do you have any regrets, any thoughts of stopping, even for a moment?”

“…….”

Iros bite his lip tightly as he watched Sierra, unmoving as the cold blade touched her throat.

Chwak. Blood spurted and her body slowly collapsed.

The glass shattered against the marble floor with a sharp clatter.

Blood smeared across the cold floor and her beautiful eyes went out of focus.

Tears trickled from Iros’s eyes as he watched her crumble.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to save you, to protect you?”

“…….”

“Then I would have protected you, even if it meant breaking my body.”

“Kaaak.”

“Heartless, selfish to the end. I wanted you to stop for me, just for one moment.”

A sob escaped his lips. He bite his lip, tears rolling down his white cheeks.

The dying Sierra blinked at the tears as they dripped, dripped, dripped onto the floor.

Her breathing quickened.

“I loved you.”

“…….”

“I hate you and I love you, and I hate myself for it.”

The trembling, low voice that spoke the truth faded to a whisper.

“Did you… like me?

I want to ask, but I don’t have the strength to say it, or the energy to do so.

Even if she realized his true feelings now, it wouldn’t change the reality. He’s slit her throat and she’s bleeding to death.

She could have used her holy power to revive him, but she didn’t. She’s too far gone to turn back.

‘Finally… it’s over.

I had no regrets.

‘But if I could have known this ending, if I could have gone back in time and lived it all over again, I would have chosen ……..

I closed my eyes, knowing that I would never have to face this ending again and that I would live my life differently.

‘God, if you loved your creatures even a little bit, I wish you would grant me a wish.

Hear me.

Her trembling head snapped back, and the great evil that destroyed an empire died.

And the clockwork of the world began to tick backward.

* * *

Time passes in a small apartment in Seoul, South Korea.

“This is how the story ends? Isn’t the writer crazy?!”

Kim Sowon’s eyes widened as she scrolled rapidly up the page on her smartphone.

But no matter how frantically she scrolled and looked at each black letter, the story didn’t change.

[The evil Sierra, who ruled the empire by turning the young Second Emperor into a puppet emperor, was doomed by the angry people and the three guardians of the temple.

Her evil deeds came to an end when the last of the guardians, the Sword, slit her throat. -END-]

The English word END stabbed painfully into my eyes.

It was the end.

“No, it’s half about the protagonist being abused as a child, becoming a saint, and doing evil deeds, and half about her later being swallowed up by the imperial family and killing everyone.”

And then, in the end, they rebel in vain and get decapitated and die?

So quickly, without even explaining how the rebellion happens and how the main character dies?

It’s a 19th-century gothic novel, but it was perfect until the end.

I was sure it was going to be perfect, but it ended with just two paragraphs like this.

“Did the author upload the wrong file?”

Wish mulled over his words. It was certainly a possibility, so she carefully checked the writer’s words below.

[Thank you for loving ‘Crazy Saintess’ so far].

That one sentence was it.

“Ack, writer, writer, come out!”

Wish froths at the mouth, even though it won’t change the ending on the screen.

“Ugh. I’m going to write a long letter to the author after I get out of rehab.”

Fuelled by a fervent hatred of writers, Wish re-tightened the bracer on his hand and got ready to leave.

Before leaving the front door, out of habit, she glanced at the trophies and gold medals on the display case.

The last place her gaze went was, as always, to the bow on the wall.

“Oh, I’m going to be late for rehab.”

With a glance at her watch, Wish rushed out the door and raced to the intersection.

As luck would have it, the red light turned green, and as he ran without delay, a bright light shone from the side.

The moment he turned his head, his world was turned upside down by a loud bang that rang out like a goal.

‘…Huh?

My body felt like it was floating into thin air, and everything in sight shook like an earthquake.

Soon, I was pulled down to the ground by gravity like a bird falling.

With a thud, I could see the sky.

“Student! Student, are you okay?! Look at all this blood. Oh my God!”

“Someone call 911! Someone here got hit by a truck!”

Several shouts echoed around me.

“It hurts. It hurts like hell. Am I going to die?’

My whole body throbbed indescribably, and in my blurred vision, I could see blood spreading at a rapid rate.

Suddenly, fear struck. Who isn’t afraid of dying? At least not the wish.

‘Mum… I’m sick. I’m scared.

Once the fear and pain had passed, her eyes closed softly, as if she were drifting off to sleep.

“I shouldn’t be asleep.”

Those were her last words.

And when she opened her eyes again.

“…….”

Neither the afterlife nor a hospital, she was greeted by a colorful stained-glass ceiling.

“What the hell am I in here? Ugh, my head!”

She jumped to her feet in embarrassment and grimaced at her throbbing head.

Turning my head, I saw a man with a sword looking this way, and a group of people in pure white clothes crowded outside the door.

“Who?”

I asked, forcing the corners of my mouth to lift in a breathless awkwardness as I made eye contact and tried to smile and greet them.

“Three, oh my God, the dead saint has come back to life! Everybody run!”

“What can we do, that crazy bitch has come back to life! Run!”

“Are those guys doing that to me?”

I muttered in disbelief and looked ahead.

Some were biting bubbles and fainting, others were swearing and running for their lives. They were all different.

There was only one person who didn’t run away or faint. The man with the sword, looking this way with trembling eyes.

Wish spoken to him.

“Ah, how are you?”

“…….”

The man, who was looking this way, or more accurately, at her, his mouth open in a blank stare, didn’t answer.

Just in case he didn’t hear her, she tried again, and her head popped again.

“Ugh.

Then a flood of memories rushed through my head. Memories of Kim Sowon, and memories of this body.

He stood up, shakily, and opened his mouth to speak through the jumble of memories.

“Who are you, no. Wait. Are you him, Pink?”

And then it dawned on me.

“Saint, I’m glad to see you’re alive again.”

Everything became clear when I saw the light pink-haired man bow his head in greeting, looking relieved.

“What the hell…….”

I’ve become Sierra Elgraton, the main character in the fictional world of The Crazy Saint.

To be precise…….

“Am I reborn in a book I read in a previous life, or am I possessed?”

I don’t know if I should call it reincarnate

Should I call it reincarnation, possession, or both, or neither?

His eyes slowly rolled back in his head as his mind wandered.

“…Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

“Stand, Saint!”

“Kek.”

“You can’t go back there! Priests, priests, priests! Save her!”

“Hmph……!”

Wish, no, Sierra thought, as her hindquarters tightened and her blood pressure spiked, her mind drifting away.

“I, I’m the evil bitch who takes over the imperial throne in the future, destroys the country, and gets decapitated.

What a perfect dead ending, a capital punishment ending.

‘It’s unfair that I died in a car accident, but when I’m reborn, I’m destined to die again, and I’ve already lived for 21 years. …Cringe.

The bloody future is just around the corner.

Faced with the grim reality, Sierra let go of her mental strings.