[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Sikar pointed his longsword at my neck, waving it around as if ready to cut me down at the slightest provocation.
Though he claimed it was merely a negotiation on the surface, it was no different from threatening to kill me if I refused.
“I will meet your terms as best as I can and assign you a personal maid.”
I stared at the blade trembling beneath my throat, then spoke to him, sweating profusely.
“How… how long do I have to stay here?”
“You’ll remain in this house until my grandmother recovers.”
Seriously? Outrageous as it was, shouting in protest wouldn’t get through to the absolute ruler of this world.
I replied in a voice devoid of energy.
“…Yes.”
Only then did he withdraw the longsword that had been dancing beneath my neck.
“You’re reasonable. A maid will soon guide you to your room—wait here.”
After Sikar left, I instinctively looked around, wondering if there was anywhere I could possibly escape to.
Currently, this was the safest place in this world—but in ten years, it would become the most dangerous place in existence.
After all, as the villain, he was destined to be killed ten years later by the fully grown protagonist.
Of course, I wasn’t eager to flee this very moment out of fear over what would happen a decade from now.
Sikar, a man who trusted no one, always checked a person’s memories before allowing them to stay by his side.
Therefore, if I stayed in this house, he would soon read my memories.
If he discovered this world was a novel—knowing how unhinged he already was—he might go completely mad.
He might even think I was a witch and chop off my head on the spot. Just the thought sent chills down my spine.
Lost in these thoughts, with my head buried in the table, a neatly braided maid entered the room.
“Hello. My name is Meiri, and I’ll be serving you from now on.”
Meiri appeared to be around twenty, with a sweet and youthful face.
“Please follow me, miss.”
The room Meiri led me to was on the second floor of the mansion, large enough to fit twenty beds.
“I arranged it while you were eating—I hope you’ll like it.”
Meiri smiled shyly as she showed me around, most proudly presenting the wardrobe.
Inside hung several dresses that even my eyes—accustomed to another world—recognized as expensive.
“There weren’t any women’s clothes in the house, so we quickly procured these, but they’re all quite costly. Since you’ll be staying here, you should first change out of that strange… Ah! I’m sorry, miss. You’ll need to change out of those clothes first.”
My outfit—ordinary jeans and a T-shirt—was clearly unfamiliar and odd to the people of this world.
“You should also start growing your hair. Nobles here all keep it long.”
“Yes. Thank you, Meiri. You may leave now.”
Meiri tilted her head in confusion at my words.
“Yes?”
“You can go now. I need to change.”
“Oh my! Miss, you’re using honorifics with me? Please speak casually to me from now on. Besides, I must help you dress—you can’t expect me to leave right now.”
Having someone help me dress? I hadn’t experienced that since early childhood, and I firmly refused.
“It’s fine. I’ll dress myself.”
“It might be difficult for you to manage alone—the front laces need tightening.”
“My wrists are strong enough—it’s fine.”
Carrying children every day at the daycare had certainly built up my arm strength.
Meiri immediately looked distressed and made a pained face.
“If the head maid finds out, she’ll scold me for failing to serve you properly. I might even be expelled from this estate! My family is poor—if I lose this position, they’ll have no way to survive. Miss… please, I beg you, allow me to help you dress…”
Her face crumpled into a miserable expression, utterly dejected.
Though I’d planned to inspect the situation and escape this mansion, and though I disliked the thought of wearing that heavy-looking dress, I decided I could change later—so I reluctantly agreed.
Yet, once I actually put on the dress, it wasn’t as heavy as I’d expected.
“It’s lighter than I thought?”
Meiri gave me a gentle smile at my puzzled expression.
“This dress is specially lightweight, miss. It isn’t very heavy at all.”
“Really?”
Though it must be expensive, then—so I could sell it later.
“More importantly, miss—would you like to see yourself in the mirror? The dress suits you perfectly. You look absolutely beautiful.”
With that, Meiri hurriedly fetched a full-length mirror and placed it before me.
“Look, miss—you truly are stunning.”
Though I’d never worn such clothing before, they say clothes make the person—and even I had to admit I looked quite nice.
“Now let me style your hair, miss.”
I wondered how she’d manage with such short hair, but Meiri skillfully began braiding it. Upon closer inspection, it was a wheat braid.
Given my bob cut, this wheat braid was probably the best she could do—and I actually liked it.
After finishing all the preparations, I went downstairs to find Hillis, Sikar’s grandmother, waiting for me.
Seeing her composed and warm presence, she seemed fully lucid now.
“Oh, come sit by me. I heard you saved me.”
“Oh, no—I didn’t exactly save you; I just helped a little.”
Hillis clasped my hands with grateful eyes.
“Caring for a demented old woman, even briefly, is saving her indeed. What a kind-hearted child you are.”
Her hands were so warm they reminded me vividly of my late grandmother.
“I just saw you and thought of my own grandmother.”
“Oh, I see. You must have loved her dearly.”
“She loved me very much…”
Just as that long-missed warmth nearly brought tears to my eyes, Sikar appeared—ruining the moment completely.
“How dare you address the mistress of House Blake as ‘elder’? Normally, you’d be punished—but since you saved my grandmother, I’ll grant you special forgiveness.”
Then what should I call her? I wanted to ask, but instead bowed my head low and said,
“I am deeply humbled by your grace, noble Duke.”
Was that the right thing to say?
Sikar didn’t smile, but the slight upturn of his lips suggested he found my reply acceptable as he extended his hand to me.
“As a gesture of my forgiveness, grant me the honor of shaking hands with you.”
The instant I saw his outstretched hand, cold sweat broke out along my spine.
It felt like the hand of a reaper—deliberately requesting a handshake to read my memories.
I bowed deeply, feigning great humility.
“Though shaking your hand would be an immense honor, I fear I could never repay such undeserved kindness.”
In other words: I refused to shake his hand.
Sikar, who had never been denied a handshake before, stared at me as if saying, “Well, well.”
He lowered his hand with an amused expression—but he hadn’t given up. He’d surely try another method to read my memories.
Sikar followed a specific sequence when attempting to view someone’s memories.
When in a hurry, he’d immediately request a handshake, just as he had moments ago.
But when not rushed—
for instance, when recruiting a subordinate—he’d spout absurd claims about judging people by their hands and insist on examining them.
Since noble ladies’ hands couldn’t be touched carelessly, he’d invite them to dance, or use polite gestures to take their hand or arm—all to read their memories.
Thus, any contact with Sikar’s hand would expose one’s memories.
Predictably, when the handshake failed, Sikar began deploying every tactic available.
“I always judge whether someone is fit to join us by examining their hands. Let me see yours so I may assess your character.”
‘I’ve got nothing to lose—bring it on.’
“My hands are too rough to be called those of a lady—I’m ashamed to show them to anyone. If you decide I’m unworthy of this house, feel free to dismiss me. But please, spare me the humiliation of revealing my most shameful hands.”
‘That should shut you down.’
But Sikar wouldn’t give up. This time, he invited me to dance—and of course, I refused.
“I fear dancing with someone of my lowly status would tarnish your noble Duke’s illustrious reputation.”
‘That’s enough—please just give up already.’
Fortunately, Sikar seemed to relent for the day.
After a brief chat with Hillis, late night fell. Now, only my escape remained.
As I climbed the stairs to my room, I heard Sikar following behind me.
It frightened me so much—like a ghost trailing me—that I hurried up the steps.
Naturally, I held my dress high enough to avoid tripping and certainly to prevent any embarrassing tumble into his chest.
Sikar, seizing the chance, followed closely behind, making my heart pound as if it would drop.
“Is everything comfortable?”
“Yes! Everything’s fine!”
“If you need more wine, or a bath before bed—anything at all—just say so. I intend to fulfill any wish you have.”
‘He’s just scheming to read my memories. Sneaky bastard.’
“The kindness you’ve already shown me is more than enough—I couldn’t possibly burden you further.”
I quickly opened my door, stepped inside, and spoke with my back to the room.
“I’m terribly tired, Your Grace—I should retire immediately.”
“May you sleep peacefully.”
Sikar walked off down the corridor with an unsettling smile.
Once I confirmed he’d completely disappeared at the corridor’s end, I swiftly shut the door.
There wasn’t a second to waste.
Peeking out the window, I saw that despite being labeled “second floor,” this height far exceeded that of an ordinary building’s second story—more like the third or fourth floor of a typical apartment.
Though terrified, I had no choice but to attempt escape tonight—otherwise, my memories would surely be read tomorrow.
I ripped down all the curtains and tied strong knots between them, fashioning a sturdy, safe curtain ladder.
Then, bundling the money Sikar had given me like a backpack and slinging it over my shoulders, everything was ready.
‘It’s time to escape.’
I immediately threw the curtain ladder out the window and secured it tightly to the sturdiest-looking pillar in the room.
Carefully placing my foot on the first knot, I descended step by step, feeling everything proceed smoothly.
Though my heart hammered as if it might burst, I kept repeating to myself: “Even in a tiger’s den, you can survive if you keep your wits about you,” and pressed on.
Gazing downward, fear surged—but the instinct to survive, to flee this place where a madman held a knife to my throat under the guise of negotiation, gave me courage.
In this vast mansion, in the dead of night—who would even notice if I vanished?
But as the saying goes: Everyone has a plan until they get hit.
I hadn’t known until then—the room directly below mine on the first floor was Sikar’s study.
I was mere knots away from reaching solid ground when suddenly, the lights in the room ahead blazed on, illuminating me completely.
And the face revealed in that brightly lit window was none other than Sikar’s.
“So you’re running away?”
Our eyes met—I froze like a statue, utterly paralyzed.
Without giving me a moment’s pause, Sikar threw open the window and yanked the curtain I was clinging to.
Helpless, suspended by nothing but fabric, I was instantly pulled toward him—his arm clamped firmly around my waist.
And then… he swiftly read my memories.
“So you knew I could read others’ memories.”
When fear consumes you wholly, you can do nothing—I couldn’t utter a single word.
And the secret I’d sworn never to reveal was now exposed. With a frown that betrayed clear displeasure, he spoke.
“And this place… is a novel, you say?”
Will I survive?
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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I’m enjoying this so far. I’m curious how Sikar will change towards her once he starts to fall in love. I’m also curious about what other embarrassing memories he’s going to pull out of her! 😅😂
Sikar is so delusional it’s hilarious! I wonder if he’ll ever come to the realization that she doesn’t actually like him?
How is Sikar going to react when he reads her memories and sees she didn’t lie to Kian about being his mother?