Reincarnated as a Villain That was Killed Before the Game Starts

[76] Maiden games and swirling conspiracies

One of Hilda’s Shota Harlems, Vice.

He is a boy about ten years of age with soft, courteous hips and a princely boy with empty eyes in his saggy blonde hair.

Always with Till, my four-year-old brother.

He has too much strong magic and always accompanies Till, who tends to ramble him.

Ixis and Claude uttered that he was the tyria of all the masterminds.

“The Vice looks a lot like Tilia. It’s just different years, and the gender is definitely a man. And not an elf.”

But Claude hangs up there once and keeps talking.

“When I saw the Vice that came to the Mansion, Master Hilda laughed like he was just delightful. I can’t believe you’re bothering to be mean to me by a wasp, what a stupid kid. Because it looks exactly like Tilia, I was wondering if you thought it would be just right to clear up your depression.”

Now that I think about it, Claude shrugs that Hilda may have found out it was Tilia and put it in her hand.

It’s not sane to miss someone who resents himself no matter what you think.

But Hilda could have done it.

It’s possible I even enjoyed that.

I know what Claude said.

But.

“Are you sure the Vice is Tilia? If that’s true… it means that Vice is trying to kill me.”

That was incredible to me.

Vice has been nice to me since the beginning.

Because you’ve just come to the Mansion, or you’re honestly accepting me without surprise for my odd behavior, which is Hilda.

Now, when I was in trouble, he came to help me out and asked if I had anything to do with it.

He has a desire to devote himself to Hilda, and Vice makes me some tea or suggests sweets.

Though Meir interrupted me every time and I never had a mouthful, and every time my brother Till had something to do, he let his magic run wild, many times in his dangerous eyes.

Vice himself is a very caring good boy.

I didn’t want to think that kindness was all a lie.

“Perhaps Hilda did the magic of making Tilia a man”

If you’re going after the Queen’s throne, it’s an effective way.

Per purposefully incorporating even the magic of gender transformation, which is considered complex and elusive, I feel Hilda’s poor base.

That’s what Ixis said, he was frowning.

“I’m pretty sure Till with you is an enemy, too. If you can’t control the magic with Augusto when he was little, I was going to follow him… and I feel like I’m going to kill him from his attack on Mako.”

At an early age, Ouga, the twin brother of Ixis, was unable to control the magic well and was rampant in its power.

It seems that Ixis, who has always seen such an ouga on his side, had superimposed the relationship between Vice and Till on himself and the ouga.

So when the two of them were with me, they seemed to be on the side as best they could, secretly attentive to trying to prepare for when something happened.

But Till’s attack made me feel like I was going to kill him.

Not only that, but Till’s attacks against the Ixis that sheltered me were often directed.

So Ixis seemed to be causing a gradual distrust.

“I wonder if you didn’t know Vice was the mastermind himself. My father told me he was one of the assassins infiltrating the mansion.”

Saara and Meir utter words affirming what Ixis said.

“… Vice is an assassin?

“That’s right. I poisoned your sister Meiko’s sweets and drinks every time, that guy.”

If you ask with trembling lips, Meir narrows her eyes softly.

There was a sharp, cold light there.

“It’s supposed to look like a collaborator, so insignificant… but I was interrupting. So he’s totally hostile, and he’s in trouble with more assassins against me.”

That’s what I said as I put it aside, and Mere shrugs her shoulders.

Whenever Vice recommended tea or sweets to me, it seems that Samuel the Snake in my shadow was calling Meir on the spot.

Meir showed up to me every time, flaunting the treats and teas that Vice gave me.

“Is that poisoned? But Meir seems fine…”

“I’m an assassin, so you’re specially trained to resist poison. There’s no such thing as poison.”

Answer me bewildered so that there is no such thing as Mere joining hands behind my head.

“I was just telling you that Vice is one of the assassins infiltrating the mansion, is there anyone else?”

Meir giggles like a teacher with excellent students at Ouga’s question.

“You’re right. Pio and Quo were watching us earlier. They’re both assassins!

Meir has brought even more incredible information in a mild tone.

Unless you heard wrong.

It sounded like Till, Pio and Quo as well as Vice were a flavor of the enemy.

“I know Till, but are Pio and Quo also Tilia’s moves!?

Thirteen and fourteen, half-elf brothers with young contents.

There’s nothing malicious about them. They’re pure. Meir says they’re assassins.

Ixis seemed surprised by this as well.

“That’s right. These are the four people I hear from my father as collaborators. It was Pio and Quo who stole the keys from Master Hilda’s room or killed the escort in front of the room when there was a Feather riot.”

You didn’t really realize that, and Dull Mere laughs.

It was like everyone’s pompous face was nothing but funny.

“The land of elves is full of magic and human experiments. Pio and Quo have a dual personality, and when they take orders, they replace it with a character that’s true to it. I don’t think it feels like a killing doll.”

Pio, Quo, by the way, seems to be the word that gives the numbers eight and nine in Elf country.

Meir squeaks that numbers are like experimental bodies.

“Did Hilda do this?

“I know. So to Pio and Quo, Master Hilda has made a special pledge. If we get too close to Master Hilda, the personality behind us will stop coming out.”

Ask and Meir will answer.

So the two laughed that Hilda’s assassination couldn’t be done directly.

Pio and Quo are kind brothers of the heart.

They were pure children, like making a grave for you in a flower that had dried up.

Those kids and the smell of blood really doesn’t connect in my head.

“Pio and Quo also failed to assassinate, like Meir, and joined Hilda’s Harlem?

“I guess that’s a little different. Those two, they’re the connected siblings of Master Hilda’s blood. I don’t know who they are. The Lord of Pio and Cuo knew it and sent them to Hilda to harass them.”

Tell my question what makes Meir surprised.

“Hilda’s… brothers and sisters?

“Mr. Ixis, you haven’t even noticed I’ve been with Master Hilda from Elf Country all this time? You look like Master Hilda, don’t you? They’re all different fathers, but their mothers are the same.”

To the squeaky Ixis, Meir shrugs her shoulders and says:

Indeed, the looks of Pio and Quo were similar to Hilda’s.

On the stern face of the beauty line, blonde.

Slightly pungent ears and bright green eyes like jade.

He thought it might be because he was the same half elf as Hilda, but it seems he was because he was a brother and sister.

Next to me, I groan that Claude still did.

Claude seems to feel something.

“Master Hilda looks like a bystander, and I’m going to nostalgic for what I’ve decided to do. I think they know that a lot.”

Tilia relieved the two of them of the experiment in anticipation of it and tailored it to an assassin.

Yes, Meir seemed to be saying it away.

Now I’ve shown you everything in my hand, says Meir.

Mysterious purple eyes were asking me what I was going to do.