[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
The deposed king, indulging in extravagance and debauchery, neglected state affairs and murdered his own brothers to protect his throne.
Sikar executed the deposed king for plunging the people into misery and causing the kingdom’s downfall.
After executing the deposed king, Sikar placed Gillian on the throne.
Having witnessed the deposed king’s fate, Gillian grew anxious that he too might lose his crown, so immediately upon becoming king, he imprisoned Veronia—his own younger sister and the mother of Kian, the novel’s protagonist—in order to eliminate Kian.
Veronia had been a princess of this kingdom, but long before the deposed king began his tyranny, she had fallen in love with a fire spirit mage and was banished from the palace.
Gillian, secretly imprisoning Veronia without Sikar’s knowledge, tried to force her to reveal Kian’s whereabouts, but she never once disclosed her son’s location.
Gillian spared Veronia’s life, imprisoning her somewhere instead to use her as leverage against Kian later, though the novel never specified where she was held.
Unaware of this truth, the protagonist Kian grew up believing his mother had abandoned him.
Once crowned king, Gillian asked Sikar to find and eliminate Kian, and Sikar did eliminate someone—but it wasn’t the real Kian.
Eventually, after coming of age, Kian eliminated Sikar, who was afflicted by a curse.
Thus, Sikar was the villain in this novel, destined to be killed later by the protagonist.
But now, having read my memories, he knew everything—that he was fated to die within this story.
“Answer me. Does that mean this place is truly inside a novel?”
If I denied it, he’d kill me for lying; if I admitted it, he’d kill me for confirming it.
My mind went completely blank, and I couldn’t decide what to say.
“You refuse to answer, then?”
His expression remained utterly calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was angry or not.
“No matter what I say, you’ll believe my memories, not my words!”
“It’s hard to accept your claim, yet the world in your memories is unlike anything I’ve ever seen—so I can’t entirely dismiss it. Besides, you know everything about me, and you know well that I trust memories far more than spoken words.”
He still hadn’t released my arm, having read my memories. With one arm held by him, I stretched out my free hand and begged.
“Please spare me.”
I felt certain he’d kill me once he finished reading all my memories, so I had no choice but to plead for my life.
“Please spare me! I didn’t want to reveal this place was a novel—that’s why I tried to run away. I swear it’s true!”
Sikar paid no attention to my words. He merely shot me a sharp, fleeting glare.
“You’re too noisy—I can’t concentrate. I need to read your memories, so stay quiet!”
He could read human memories as if selecting files from a computer folder, browsing them at will.
By now, he should have finished reading the novel within my memories, yet he still held on.
What memory was he looking for, and how far did he intend to keep reading?
“Your occupation is a daycare teacher. You’re exceptionally kind and patient with children. Growing up, your parents favored your younger sibling over you, so you compensated for that sorrow by doting on kids. Before coming here, you were even scammed by your sibling.”
How dare he pry into my painful family history! Experiencing memory-reading firsthand made me feel utterly exposed, as if stripped naked.
‘Can’t he just stop already?’
Sikar gave a cold, thin smile, released my arm, and spoke.
“I’ve gathered enough about you. According to your memories, this is indeed a novel, and I’m the villain.”
The kind of villain who rules the world only to meet a sudden, brutal end.
“A villain who meets a humiliating death at the hands of some greenhorn.”
His chilling stare sent shivers down my spine.
Just as I feared, he drew the longsword always sheathed at his waist and immediately threatened me.
No—this wasn’t just a threat. He truly intended to kill me.
“Then I’ll simply kill that protagonist who seeks to kill me. And you as well.”
“P-please spare me! I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Besides, I never planned to interfere—I just wanted to live quietly here, completely apart from you!”
“Guess. Will I spare you or kill you? Since you know me so well, you should be able to tell.”
‘He’ll kill me. I offer him no benefit, and since he knows this world is a novel, he’d never leave me alive… What should I do?’
‘How can I stop this lunatic from killing me? I can’t die like this!’
In that moment, I remembered the unavoidable curse afflicting Sikar.
“The curse! You have to break the curse! If you kill Kian, you’ll never be able to lift it!”
Long ago, while fighting a spirit mage, Sikar had been cursed by Agathion—a spirit summoned with the mage’s dying breath. This curse periodically turned parts of his body to ice.
Agathion was a spirit that laid curses upon humans, and only a spirit mage sacrificing their own life could invoke it. The curse’s strength matched the mage’s power.
The curse the spirit mage had etched into Sikar’s body was like a seed—similar to shingles lying dormant deep within.
Only a spirit mage far more powerful than Agathion could root out and fully remove this deeply embedded curse seed.
Thus, it wasn’t merely “breaking” the curse—it was complete eradication.
In the original story, no one capable of lifting the curse was ever found, but now he surely knew Kian was the one person who could.
“I’ll persuade Kian nicely, have him lift the curse, then kill him. So you’re irrelevant.”
“But can you really persuade Kian? He’s no fool—he’s the protagonist! Do you honestly think he’ll fall for your schemes so easily?!”
“Then I’ll just kill him outright. Either way, it doesn’t matter.”
“You—you suffer from that curse sometimes, don’t you! Even your eventual defeat against the protagonist was all because of that curse! Let me help you—let Kian lift your curse!”
“How?”
“I’m a daycare teacher! I’ve studied child psychology! You saw my memories—you know how well I handle children!”
“Even if you’re skilled with kids, do you think that’ll work on the protagonist?”
“Of course it will! I know Kian well! Even if it fails, what do you lose? Isn’t it better than living your whole life cursed? The curse will only worsen over time!”
He looked uncertain, but finally withdrew the blade from my throat.
“Hearing your plan isn’t a bad idea. But you’d better convince me well—or this sword will come for your neck again.”
I calmly began explaining the hastily formed thoughts from moments ago.
“Kian needs five more years before he can fully use his curse-lifting ability. In the original story, the grown Kian infiltrates your ranks, uncovers your weakness, and kills you. But this time, you’ll spend that time with him yourself.”
“Spend it with him? How?”
“Kian deeply craves parental love because he believes his mother abandoned him. In the original, he risks his life to protect the count’s family who took him in. So you should adopt him! If you raise him well, he’ll see you as his father—and won’t kill you!”
I never knew I could think so quickly on my feet. I believed my plan sounded plausible, but Sikar just kept glaring at me distrustfully.
“Adopt him?”
“Yes, adopt him! If you raise him as your son, he won’t kill you!”
“But I hate children.”
“That’s exactly why you need my help! I understand kids well. In this world, there’s no parenting education or childcare knowledge yet—but I possess vast knowledge on the subject. Sure, you could take it from my memories, but memories are different from real-world practice!”
I kept insisting I was useful and essential for lifting his curse, but Sikar remained indifferent.
Was he really going to kill me because he disliked the plan? Surely not…?
But it wasn’t “surely not.”
“By the way, why do you keep speaking informally to me?”
“I—I’m five years older, so I slipped into informal speech without realizing. If it offended you, I’ll… I’ll use honorifics, Duke Sikar.”
“You need to correct that habit.”
Slither. Sikar drew his sword again, and I collapsed onto the floor.
“Mama!!!”
I braced for the blade at my throat… but thankfully, silence fell.
“Sister!!”
When I looked up, I saw Hillis, Sikar’s grandmother, entering the room.
“Hey! You wretched brat! What are you doing to my sister?!”
The moment she entered, Grandmother grabbed Sikar by the hair and yanked.
“Don’t you dare bully my sister, you horrible boy!”
“Ah, G-Grandmother! It’s me, Sikar! Calm down, Grandmother…!”
“I said don’t bully my sister!!!”
“Ah, I won’t! Please calm down, Grandmother!”
So this was my chance—Grandmother was my lifeline! Thank you, Grandmother! Unlike Sikar, you understand kindness.
I quickly darted behind Grandmother.
“Grandmother, Grandmother, please save me!”
“I won’t let anyone who bullies my sister get away with it! Not a single one!”
Grandmother Hillis had lost her only older sister in a carriage accident during childhood.
Her sister had been frail, so Hillis always protected her from cruel children.
But on the day of the accident, her sister shielded Hillis and died in her place.
Having briefly experienced my care, Grandmother apparently felt the same affection for me as she did for her sister.
Either way, I was spared. Sikar sheathed his sword.
“Remember—it was our grandmother who saved your life. If you try to escape again, I’ll truly kill you next time.”
As Sikar left, leading Grandmother away, my legs gave out.
‘To survive, I’ll have to stick close to Grandmother.’
Soon, maidservants rushed in, carried me to my room, and gently laid me on the bed. My memories were already exposed; my will to escape had vanished entirely.
Exhausted, I swiftly fell into a deep sleep.
“Miss, Miss, please wake up.”
Who… who’s this “Miss”…? Miss, please wake up…
Realizing that “Miss” meant me, I jolted awake. Mei Ri stood before me, smiling cheerfully with a basin of wash water.
“Miss, it’s time to wash your face.”
‘So kind.’
Since Sikar selected staff by reading their memories for character, everyone in this mansion—servants and subordinates alike—was kind-hearted and loyal.
‘If only he’d be a bit kind himself.’
“Miss, you must not have slept well with the change in bedding. Your skin looks dry.”
“Really? I guess the new bed kept me from sleeping properly.”
“Oh dear! From today on, I’ll serve you a special tea before bed to help you sleep.”
“Alright. Thank you for thinking of me, Mei Ri.”
“Don’t mention it, Miss. Now please come downstairs—the Duke has asked you to join him for breakfast.”
Sikar’s invitation to dine together was surely because of Grandmother.
Just seeing the knife Sikar held to cut meat made my blood run cold, so I clung tightly to Grandmother’s side.
“Sister, come quickly.”
“Did you sleep well, Lady…?”
When I sat beside her, Grandmother Hillis pouted, looking hurt.
“Lady? Why call me that, Sister?”
I glanced at Sikar, who frowned sharply at me.
“Satisfy Grandmother. You know her name—address her by it.”
I gave him a tiny pout in return, then smiled warmly at Grandmother.
“Sorry, Hillis. It was a mistake. Shall we eat now?”
“Yes, Sister!”
Grandmother beamed like a child, picking up her fork to spear a piece of meat.
Considering she’d had the accident at fifteen, her cheerful, childlike demeanor made me wonder if she’d regressed to an even younger age.
After that nerve-wracking meal—where I couldn’t tell if food entered my mouth or nose—Sikar summoned me to his study.
Feeling my life threatened, I begged Grandmother for help, but Sikar had already distracted her with her favorite chocolate cake.
Thus, while Grandmother enjoyed dessert, I was dragged into Sikar’s study.
In his study, I sat on the sofa like a condemned criminal, shoulders slumped.
“I’ve thought over what you said.”
Sikar spoke indifferently, but to me, even the air I breathed seemed to catch in my throat.
“Adopting Kian, as you suggested, seems like the best course.”
Whether he adopted Kian or not didn’t concern me—he wouldn’t release me anyway, so how did it matter?
“Are you not listening?”
“You’re only keeping me alive because of Grandmother. So once that’s settled, it has nothing to do with me. What difference does hearing this make?”
‘Now I’m angry too.’
“Grandmother will soon be sent to Grand Cathedral Repher for treatment. Once she recovers from her dementia there, I’ll have no further need of you. And if that’s the case, why should I keep you alive any longer?”
Grand Cathedral Repher was a renowned assembly of high priests in this world. In the original story, Grandmother died, so no treatment for her dementia was ever attempted—but now, treatment was possible.
In other words, once Grandmother’s dementia was cured… aside from Kian, I’d be useless to Sikar.
Feeling goosebumps rise on my back, I instantly stopped my sullen attitude and adopted the most respectful demeanor.
‘Adapt quickly if you want to survive!’
“I see. Then I’ll help you raise Kian well once you adopt him. Could I serve as his tutor?”
“You don’t need to be his tutor.”
“Then… what should I do to help?”
Sikar glared at me with murderous intensity.
Why does he keep staring at people so terrifyingly?
“Marry me.”
‘What? Did I hear that wrong?’
I stared at him with utter disbelief.
“Out of nowhere?”
Slither. Sikar pressed the unsheathed blade under my chin and said,
“Choose. Marry me, or die.”
I never imagined I’d receive a marriage proposal like this.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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At least they didn’t have to wait till almost the end of the novel to hold hands (like in k-dramas) 🤣. They advanced already that much!
So..
holding hands ✔️
(no so much romantic) spoon-feeding ✔️
Yup! Definitely fast progressing! 😄It’s not the fl’s right to decide the changes in their oath, but if it’s ok for them, who am I to judge? 🤷🏻♀️
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Sikar immediately stepped down from the carriage as if he’d been waiting and sco
By the way. That would be the proof that it’s a novel. As what he saw in her thoughts and what happened coincided. Distrustful as he is, he might have needed a confirmation. 🤷🏻♀️
“I’ll grant you a divorce once the curse is lifted. I’ll also provide you with a
“For the entire lifetime” no matter how short it may be after that.
“I promise.”
The death is also a way “to set free”, don’t you know that?
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Kitsune
Well.. we knew you’d get married from the preface. At least this marriage proposal is unique.