[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 18
I woke up without even knowing how long I’d slept, still half-asleep as I stared at Sikar, who was gazing down at me intently. Then suddenly, I felt his hand holding mine and jolted fully awake, as if startled by a seizure.
“What… what is it?”
“Awake now?”
Sensing I’d finally come to my senses, Sikar released my hand with a languid expression.
“Our Happy used to fall asleep whenever he heard this music too. Honestly, your behavior is no different from Happy’s at all.”
On a sunny afternoon like this, it’d be stranger not to feel sleepy listening to this music.
“But you… why do you have dreams like that?”
“What dream? Wait—can you actually see dreams too?”
“Of course. Everything that surfaces in your mind is visible to me—whether it’s a memory, a fantasy, or an imagination. However, since those things aren’t actual experiences you’ve had, they don’t leave traces in your memory, so I can only see them in that very moment. In short, I can only peek into your mind precisely when you’re dreaming or imagining something.”
So that’s why he’d been holding my hand—to look into my dream….
Come to think of it, isn’t that kind of perverted?
“Why would you even look into someone’s dreams while they’re sleeping!”
Like a pervert!
“Because dreams reveal a person’s unconscious mind, and more importantly, they let me check whether nightmare spirits have found an opening to enter.”
“Nightmare spirits…?”
“There are many kinds of spirits here, including nightmare spirits. As their name suggests, these spirits slip into the dreams of those having nightmares and gnaw away at their sanity.”
Hearing that, I suddenly remembered. Gillian had once used a spirit caller to unleash those nightmare spirits to torment Kian.
“I remember now. It spreads like a cold, contaminating you without you even realizing where it came from.”
“There’s nothing quite as effective as probing someone’s unconscious to uncover their true identity. That’s why Kian, who often suffered nightmares, was targeted so frequently by the nightmare spirits. Though as the protagonist, he didn’t let Gillian discover his true nature, ordinary people could have their daily lives severely disrupted.”
Sikar was speaking quite seriously about something straight out of a novel. It felt oddly fascinating—here was a villain discussing the protagonist’s adventures.
What could my dream have been that made him say such things? Could I have had that dream again?
“Did you happen to see me hiding inside a wardrobe in my dream? Or maybe a dream where I felt uneasy because the door wasn’t locked?”
“I saw you hiding in a wardrobe—specifically, one with no lock at all. Is it because of agoraphobia? You never used to hide in wardrobes as a child, so why do you hide in one in your dreams?”
“I often have that dream, but I don’t know why I keep having it. In some unfamiliar room, I always search for a wardrobe and climb inside—but I don’t know the reason myself.”
“How do you feel after waking up from that dream? Do you feel as if you’ve had a nightmare?”
“Sometimes yes, sometimes no.”
Sikar looked thoughtful for a moment, then brushed his fingers across his lips.
“It’s like looking at a puzzle with missing pieces. Anyway, I understand for now. If you’re fully awake, let’s begin again.”
‘You want to listen to the music again?’
Before I could even ask what would happen if I fell asleep once more, Sikar snapped his fingers, and the drowsy melody instantly filled my ears again.
Fortunately, since I’d just woken up, I didn’t feel sleepy—but Sikar, apparently expecting me to fall asleep again, reached out his hand.
“Usually, gentlemen ask ladies to dance first. When I extend my hand like this, all you need to do is take it.”
‘Well, after holding that hand nonstop, taking it again isn’t exactly hard.’
I grasped his hand as if to say, “This much is easy,” but Sikar seemed unimpressed.
“Don’t grab it like you’re rallying a comrade. Imagine your hand is a butterfly, and let it land gently on my palm like a butterfly settling softly onto a flower petal.”
I immediately followed Sikar’s instruction, but of course, I didn’t get it right the first time. Only after several more attempts did Sikar finally pat my head with an indifferent expression, signaling I’d done well.
At this point, I could guess without him saying it—this was another thing Happy had loved.
“Happy must’ve liked having his head patted, huh?”
“Being jealous of a dog is no different from being jealous of a child.”
Huh?
“It’s not jealousy—I was just curious.”
Sikar ignored my excuse and said only what he wanted to say.
“Proper praise enhances one’s ability to learn. When I taught Happy table manners this way, he picked it up quickly.”
…For some reason, I felt like I was gradually turning into Sikar’s pet.
“The next move is this. After placing your hand on mine, I’ll pull you toward me by the waist. And you must step forward as though leaning into me—but remember, it’s not literally embracing me; it’s moving as if you’re about to embrace me. Don’t forget to keep enough space between us for a small dog to pass through.”
But as someone completely new to dancing, I struggled to judge that distance accurately.
So instead, I ended up crashing straight into Sikar.
And immediately, goosebumps prickled my skin—because he hugged me tightly.
Was he trying to crush me just because I danced poorly? Sikar, oblivious to the cold sweat trickling down my spine, apparently thought I’d eagerly leaped into his arms out of affection.
“So you’re making excuses just to cling to me like this.”
After all, no one would willingly throw themselves into the arms of a predator who might devour them at any moment.
“I accidentally fell into you, but why are you hugging me so tightly?”
“I’ll just say it’s because I’m touched by your earnest efforts to get close to me somehow.”
“That’s not it at all. Let go.”
Sikar released me with a completely indifferent expression, as if he couldn’t care less. Then he extended his hand again—an unspoken signal to resume practice.
“Today, we’ll practice until you’ve grasped how to close the distance properly.”
Worried about Kian’s current situation, I was eager to finish this rehearsal as quickly as possible.
“Got it.”
With slightly more enthusiasm than before, I practiced distance control with Sikar. Whenever I hesitated or showed even the slightest uncertainty, Sikar would mention the benefits of repetitive learning, leaving me no choice but to silently follow his method.
But soon enough, exhausted by his relentless practice sessions, I collapsed onto the sofa like a ragdoll. He reached out his hand, but I lacked even the strength to take it and stand up.
“Get up. No matter how tired you are, someone in your position must never sprawl out like that.”
His voice carried such authority that I had no choice but to leap to my feet immediately—his commanding tone was simply too intimidating.
Fortunately, after repeating the same movement a few more times, we were finally able to end the practice.
The moment I heard we were done, I couldn’t contain my worry over whether Kian was getting along well with Vika. Surely Vika hadn’t made Kian cry, had she?
Without even stopping for a meal, I hurried upstairs with Sikar to check on Kian’s well-being.
My furrowed brow refused to smooth out from sheer worry—but soon, I realized my anxiety had been unfounded.
The moment I opened the door and saw Vika’s face, I had to puff out my cheeks to keep from bursting into laughter.
Vika sat there scowling, her mouth stuffed full of candy.
The candy was something Kian’s father used to give him whenever he misbehaved or used bad language—forcing it into his mouth to silence him. Apparently, our protagonist hadn’t been intimidated even by a dark elf.
From the scene before me, it was obvious that whenever Vika had used foul language, Kian had promptly stuffed candy into her mouth. Relief washed over me—but at the same time, I couldn’t suppress my laughter.
Sikar, seemingly amused or perhaps just finding the sight pleasing, teased Vika.
“Your cheeks are all puffed up—it suits you quite well, Vika.”
Vika chewed the last of her candy while muttering, then gave Sikar a thin, mocking smile.
“Mmmph. Don’t laugh. This might be your future soon enough.”
Kian walked over to us with a smile and greeted us calmly.
He seemed a little more mature somehow—probably thanks to Vika’s diligent teaching.
While Sikar stepped out to read Vika’s memories and verify how well she’d been caring for Kian, I sat beside Kian on the sofa and recounted the day’s events.
“The candy really works wonders. Once Vika’s mouth was full of it, she stopped saying any devilish things.”
Well, that was probably just because her mouth was too full to speak.
To Kian, who knew nothing about dark elves, Vika’s words must’ve sounded truly demonic.
Just imagining Vika’s flustered expression each time Kian popped candy into her mouth made me want to cry laughing.
I really wanted to ask Sikar to put Kian to bed tonight—but then I remembered how abruptly I’d tried feeding him porridge the other day and failed.
‘Right. Take it slow. Take it slow. After all, it’s not easy for a villain and a protagonist to become close so quickly.’
The next day, Kian and I stood side by side, looking up at Sikar.
Well, more precisely, we were staring at the document Sikar was deliberately holding out for us to see. On it, Kian’s name was registered between Sikar’s and mine.
Kian Blake, son of Sikar Blake and Yura Blake.
Looking at the document, I felt a strange emotion.
‘We’ve really become a family.’
“Everyone confirmed it, right?”
Sikar rolled the document back up and tucked it into his robes.
“Now we’re truly a family.”
Seeing Kian’s confusion, I explained in a bit more detail for his sake.
“Kian, by the kingdom’s law, we’re officially a family now. You’re the sole heir of this household.”
“Heir?”
“You’ll be the master of this place someday.”
Of course, before that, you’ll become king.
Kian neither rejoiced nor looked sad. He simply wore an expression filled with complex emotions.
Having never seen his mother’s face and having lost his father so recently, it was only natural for him to feel this way about gaining a new family so soon.
After pondering for a while, Kian looked at Sikar and me and asked,
“So… are you my parents now?”
At the word “parents,” I noticed Sikar flinch slightly.
At such a young age, it must be hard to adjust to being a parent. Or rather—he probably never imagined he’d become a father at this age.
Sikar frowned as if the idea was utterly foreign to him.
“Yes.”
I felt the need to lighten the mood between them.
“How about a handshake, to mark our new family bond?”
Sikar and Kian exchanged reluctant glances, then begrudgingly reached toward each other—but what followed wasn’t a handshake, just a brief, perfunctory clap of palms.
Given their roles as protagonist and villain, their mutual dislike was inevitable even without reason—so I understood.
‘Just you wait. I’ll make you two a father and son so heartwarmingly close that no one will be able to watch without tearing up.’
An Indifferent Woman is the One Men Desire the Most
One-line summary: The female lead is actually cold-hearted and extremely rational. She has stage-by-stage relationships and won’t two-time, but there will always be someone who secretly likes her.
This novel has the following triggers, so if you’re sensitive to these, please don’t read:
1. The female lead has had many relationships, but she treated each one seriously and broke up properly.
It’s just that the men unilaterally pestered her incessantly. For the female lead, when she doesn’t like someone anymore, she simply doesn’t like them.
(This applies to her relationships with Male Lead 1, 2, 3, and 4 as well, but she’s loyal in each 1-on-1 relationship!)
2. In this novel, Male Lead 2 and the female lead kiss in a car, and Male Lead 1 sees it and beats up Male Lead 2.
The female lead calls the police and sends both Male Lead 1 and 2 to the police station! Male Lead 1 begs the female lead not to break up with him.
3. Male Lead 1 has a gentle appearance but an obsessive personality.
Male Lead 2 has a delicate and soft appearance, slightly green tea-like (two-faced).
Male Lead 3 is a youthful college student and a smart person who has secretly liked the female lead for a long time.
Male Lead 4 is the female lead’s father’s special assistant, a business elite with deep, hidden thoughts.
4. At the beginning of this novel, the female lead has already broken up with Male Lead 1 (Chapter 4) and gotten back together with Male Lead 2 (ex-boyfriend).
5. Enter with caution if you have triggers!!!
MANGA DISCUSSION
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I wonder how long it’ll take Sikar to develope feelings of love for a HUMAN and not a pet will develop. Also wonder how long it’ll take for Yura to develop feelings for Sikar.
The continued misunderstand that she likes him is hilarious. How can Sikar twist everything to be that she likes him?😂😂
I still don’t get how her spending his money makes him impressed? 😂🤣
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And then Sikar kissed me.
OH MY GOSH! I WAS NOT EXPECTING A KISS! And this probably won’t end up as a good memory, since Yura doesn’t like him. 😂🤣
Huh? It felt like it would’ve become an even worse nightmare. He didn’t seem to
😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
“People who dream nightmares filled with fear, like you, find it especially hard
OH MY WORD THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!! POOR YURA! 😂🤣😂
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Artemtisforaday
Sikar looking at her dreams well she sleeps is definitely creepy/pervert behavior. 😂
Vika being forcefed when she says something bad is hilarious! Way to go Kian! 🤣🤣