The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

There are no villains without a story.

All villains have their own stories and they turn into villains through the actions of others.

Nobody is born with the ambition to be a villain.

They all become villains because they are placed in an environment where they have no choice but to become villains.

I firmly believed in this theory. No, it was a theory that must be firmly believed.

“Damian Sinclair.”

I turned around at the sound of the voice.

“Yes, mother.”

“Must you leave? I’m so worried about you. You haven’t even had your coming-of-age ceremony yet.”

My mother, Josephine Sinclair, looked at me with a worried expression.

I understood.

It was dangerous for a boy who was only twelve years old to travel to another country.

If I were a parent, I would have stopped it even if I had to slap my son.

But I had reasons as to why I needed to leave on this journey as soon as possible.

I had to transform the still young villains.

“Mother.”

“Yes, my dear son.”

I said calmly.

With a calmness that didn’t match my age, I calmly spoke to my mother.

“I’m Damian Sinclair. It’s hard to say this, but what was the result of everything I did?”

“It’s beyond well. A great achievement…”

“I’ve achieved it at an early age before even going to the academy. But as I get older, I’ll lose more and more freedom, spend time studying, and face difficult times. That’s why I want to see more of the world right now.”

It was a lie.

I had no desire to see the world.

However, my mother would still approve of my casual lie.

‘Because I made it so she has no choice but to approve.’

Josephine sighed and replied with a tone laced with worry and concern.

However, unlike before, her facial expression had softened considerably.

“If that’s what you want… I won’t stop you. But promise me this. Before you turn 14, you’ll definitely return to the family.”

Nod!

I replied confidently, “Yes, I will definitely come back. Trust in the genius you’ve given birth to, mother. Trust me. I’ll send letters occasionally, so don’t worry.”

“How can I not worry? You’re my precious and beloved son… I don’t want to let you go…”

Sob!

My mother hugged me with tears streaming down her beautiful blue eyes.

A touching farewell between mother and son.

Yet, even in such an emotional moment, I couldn’t let emotions cloud my mind.

‘I have to stop it…’

Because my mind was filled with other thoughts.

‘I have to stop it…’

I had to prevent villains from becoming villains.

I had to prevent the peaceful daily lives of my family and others from chaos.

I had to prevent the downfall of the empire.

“I have to do whatever it takes to stop it…”

“What did you just say, son?”

“… Nothing, I didn’t say anything.”

I unconsciously blurted out a thought which was almost an obsession since childhood.

I left the embrace of my peaceful and happy family.

It was to find the evil women scattered around the world.

***

When I opened my eyes to the world of this novel.

I…

‘Waaah!’

I lay in the bed as a newborn baby.

Initially, I was filled with a strange sense of anticipation, thinking, ‘Am I reincarnated? And in the medieval era?’

Having received modern education until the age of 21, I must have possessed knowledge close to genius level here.

But the moment I overheard my parents’ conversation while lying in bed, my anticipation burst with a ‘pop’ sound.

‘The lord of the East Verdium Family has died.’

‘… I heard it too. They say everyone except for one daughter died. She must be around the same age as our Damien.’

‘It must be a problem with the relatives. They wouldn’t leave such a young child alone. Poor thing.’

At first, I thought it was just an ensuing mundane power struggle in the medieval era.

However, the more I rolled around in bed and pondered their conversation, the stranger it felt.

‘East? Verdium? Where have I heard those names before? And only one daughter survived…?’

Oh, this was a story I’d heard before.

When that thought crossed my mind.

I realized.

I reincarnated into a certain world.

‘If it’s about the death of the lord of Verdium Family, it’s from the novel I’ve read. But this world…’

It was ridiculously messed up.

The title of the tattered Romance Fantasy Novel was ‘The Fiancé who punishes the Villainesses.’

According to the official introduction, it was a novel where the female protagonist’s fiancé saved the world from the villainesses and became a hero.

According to my unofficial introduction, it was a novel where the female protagonist used her fiancé to climb the social ladder.

It didn’t appear to be grandeur in scale, and the female protagonist’s fiancé appeared to be capable of everything, but in reality, the content was completely different.

In a not-so-good way.

The number of people who died at the hands of the villainesses in this novel’s world was roughly tens of millions.

The destruction of cities became inevitable, and the grim deaths of citizens was commonplace.

The more you read the novel, the more desensitized people become to the deaths of those around them.

By the way, the city where our Sinclair family lived was also a city which faced destruction by the villainesses.

And it was quite cruelly done too.

‘Ah, I was born in the wrong place.’

I thought about death from the moment I was born.

Now, should I be thinking about funerals instead of weddings?

‘I hope not too many people come to my funeral. Should I prepare it modestly on my own?’

No.

Absolutely not.

To think about funerals and wait for death.

It was too early to think about funerals yet.

‘I can’t die so easily after being reincarnated. Whether it’s my last life or this one, there are still so many things I haven’t tried.’

From the moment I realized the truth of the world, I always thought about how to survive in this world and how to prevent as many people as possible from dying.

‘Should I run away? Should I kill them all before they become villainesses? Or should I stick by the side of the female protagonist?’

Initially, all my thoughts were close to being wrong.

Every plan had its flaws, and the fact that innocent people would die never changed.

It wouldn’t matter if unknown people died, but if I could save them, I wanted to save as many people as possible.

So, with the noble desire to save as many people as possible, the best way I came up with was this:

‘If those women were transformed before becoming villainesses…? Then there would be no need to kill the villainess…? I just shouldn’t let them become villainesses in the first place.’

I should create a situation where villainesses doesn’t exist.

Create a world without villainesses.

To be honest, it was a method akin to gambling.

There was no guarantee that villainesses could always be transformed, and even if they are, they might cause trouble again.

‘But what if this plan succeeds?’

The innocent people wouldn’t die meaninglessly, and villainesses wouldn’t become evil, so this world could have a happy ending.

The angels called parents, who gave birth to me in this world, would also be able to live safely in a peaceful world.

‘There are no bad people from birth. According to what I’ve seen in novels, those villainesses were good at first too.’

The fact that they turn into villainesses and bring the world to the brink of destruction was known only to me.

So, I would transform them and make this world peaceful.

This was something only I could do after reading the entire novel.

No, it was something I must do.

‘Start slowly. Plan step by step. The first thing to do is…’

Gaslight my mother and father.

‘I have to instill an image that I am competent so they can never interfere.’

I had to establish a pretext that they couldn’t stop me because I am young.

To take the first step of the plan, I used my knowledge from my past life to gain my parents’ trust, create an image of being capable on my own, and gain a reputation comparable to a genius or prodigy.

That way, they would agree to my eccentric plan to skip all the classes and go on a journey to meet the villainesses.

All I had to do was come up with a good reason for the journey.

‘I’ve succeeded in everything I’ve tried using the knowledge from the novel, so they can’t stop me.’

Perfect plan.

Perhaps because both of my parents were born and raised in wealthy families, they had a faint sense of reality and rounded personalities, making it even harder to fail.

Eventually, things went according to my plan, and my trusting parents didn’t stop my journey.

As a result, I was able to step onto the journey; the first step of the plan with ease.

Clap! Clap! Clap! 

‘… But it’s still too early to celebrate. The first step. I need to be firm and calm. I haven’t succeeded in the plan yet. There’s a high chance that this world would be destroyed.’

Phew—

Take a deep breath and stay calm.

The villainesses would scrutinize every action of mine.

I must be a role model and be careful in my actions, as villainesses inherently have extreme personalities.

***

On a sunny spring day,

In the yard of her mansion, a girl sat on the grass and looked down at the ground.

“Ants.”

Ants formed long lines like trains while heading back home.

As she quietly observed the ants’ behavior, the girl began to be engulfed by impulse.

‘What would happen if I pressed an ant with my finger?’

Crunch—

At first, it was curiosity.

The ant pressed by the girl’s finger split into two in an instant.

“Hehe.”

Crunch—

Twice is fun.

Crunch—

Thrice is fun too.

The girl continued to kill ants with an indifferent expression.

She didn’t feel particularly guilty.

According to the logic of power, it was natural for the weak to die at the hands of the strong.

The girl kept killing ants.

She turned the neatly arranged procession of ants into a path of corpses rather than railroad tracks.

“Huh?”

But perhaps because she killed too many,

The ants scattered and fled in disarray.

The girl easily lost interest in the scattered ants.

“Not fun anymore.”

“What were you doing, Lady Nadia of Verdium?”

Nadia nonchalantly raised her gaze.

There was a boy who appeared to be her peer. He had a parasol to shade him from the sunlight.

He was the boy who had entered as Nadia’s servant two months ago.

His name was…

“I was killing ants. Damian.”

Damian.

He smiled kindly at Nadia as he spoke.

“Baron Medeus is looking for you.”

“My aunt is looking for me?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Nadia brushed off the dirt from her skirt and stood up.

Damian draped the parasol over Nadia and handed her a few words.

“Yes, and next time, it’s better not to use your hands when killing ants.”

“Why?”

“Your hands get dirty.”

“… Right, I won’t use my hands next time. Give me your hand.”

“Yes.”

Nadia shook hands with Damian. She used the hand which had killed the ants.

And so, the two of them left for the study together, hand in hand.

It was a sunny spring day.