[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 30
Sikar slowly licked his lips with an indifferent gaze.
“So what you said to Kian wasn’t just empty words, then?”
“It’s probably because that orphanage director seems off. It almost feels like he’s brainwashing the children… According to Kian, the director seems like a bad person.”
“That’s something the capital should handle. It’s not our business.”
“This is your chance.”
“My chance?”
“A chance to show Kian another side of you! If you handle this well, Kian’s view of you will change.”
“Even if it changes, he’ll probably just say he still feels nothing but coldness from me.”
“That’s why you need to come with me tomorrow. So he can see that, even if coldness radiates from you, you’re actually a warm person to him.”
Sikar brushed his hair back with a cool expression.
“You’re already busy handling Gillian’s wedding, yet you’re also helping out that kid. You’re really a tiresome fellow.”
“You have to care—that’s what being a dad means.”
“Do you really think I’ve ever considered myself that kid’s father, even once?”
‘Of course not—that’s exactly why I emphasize calling you “dad.”’
“You may not think of it, but at least act like a dad.”
“Fine. I’ll make a brief stop on my way to the capital tomorrow.”
Sikar turned to leave after saying that, so I called out to him.
“Sikar!”
“What now?”
“How’s Grandmother…? Is she… all right?”
Sikar looked genuinely surprised—clearly, he’d never expected me to ask something like that.
“Are you really asking about our grandmother’s well-being now? Why?”
“Why? Isn’t it obvious? Grandmother went to the Grand Cathedral and hasn’t come back yet, so I’m worried—whether she’s okay, if she’s getting proper treatment—that’s why I’m asking.”
“Why are you concerned about our grandmother? Is it because if she passes away, you’ll lose one of your allies? Is that why you’re asking?”
Given that when Sikar’s parents died, no one had ever shown concern for them, his suspicion was perhaps understandable.
After all, until now, we’d never exchanged anything beyond perfunctory greetings.
At that moment, I felt I wanted to teach this villain how to live a little more warmly.
“Normally, people ask about each other’s well-being without needing a reason. Just like how I brought Grandmother home the first time I met her—with no motive at all.”
“If you hadn’t helped our grandmother that day, you wouldn’t have been discovered by me. Yet now you’re worrying about her… Do you regret helping her?”
“If I hadn’t helped Grandmother that day, something terrible might have happened to her. Of course I don’t regret it. I’m simply curious about how she’s doing—as someone who lives together with her in this mansion. That’s all. So please, just tell me—how is Grandmother?”
Sikar stared at me intently before lazily turning his gaze away.
“Grandmother should be back in about two weeks.”
“That’s quite a while. Then I’ll need to prepare to welcome her back grandly as the lady of the Duke’s manor.”
“Planning on throwing a party or something?”
Though he said it like that, Sikar seemed grateful that I’d asked about Grandmother. Of course, since he’d never felt or received gratitude in his life, he probably didn’t fully understand the emotion.
“I want us all to gather warmly, share old stories, and knit together.”
“Knitting, huh? Vika would rather die than do that, but Grandmother would surely enjoy it.”
He acted as if he himself wouldn’t knit at all, but I was already planning to ask Grandmother to make Sikar knit too.
Sikar and Vika knitting together—now that would be entertaining.
“Get some sleep. We’ll need to wake up early tomorrow to leave for Recador.”
For some reason today, Sikar’s retreating figure felt unusually warm.
The next day. We entered the orphanage accompanied by Durion and Vika.
Kian had come along too, but I thought it better to call him only after we’d finished our business. Vika summoned the spirit of sleep to put Kian to rest in the carriage before joining us inside the orphanage.
The children were utterly spellbound at the sight of Vika, an elf with snow-white hair they’d never seen before. The director rushed out in a panic, recognized Sikar, and immediately bowed his head.
“D-Duke Blake himself…!”
“Are you the director running this orphanage?”
Though he’d already seen everything through my memories, Sikar asked again for confirmation.
“Yes, Your Grace. Humble as I am, I manage this orphanage.”
Without even meeting the director’s eyes, Sikar took the hand of a child standing beside him. The child flinched in surprise, so I winked at them reassuringly.
“It’s okay. His Grace is holding your hand because you’re cute.”
At that, the child finally relaxed their expression.
Still holding the child’s hand, Sikar fell silent for a moment before glaring coldly at the director and speaking through clenched teeth.
“Yesterday, our young master gifted toys to the children here—and you took them all back.”
The director, who had been shamelessly acting as if he bore no guilt whatsoever, suddenly jumped in alarm and began trembling with his hands tightly clasped.
‘So that’s it. The children knew the director would take the toys back, which is why they didn’t seem happy even after receiving the gifts.’
The memory of the children’s expressions from yesterday came back to me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Sikar kept recounting yesterday’s events while holding only the child’s arm, and his eerie demeanor made the director shake in terror as if possessed by a ghost.
Though the people of Recador couldn’t imagine that Sikar could read memories, they’d at least heard rumors that he saw through everything—which only made him more terrifying.
“Why did you take back those toys? To sell them again?”
“N-no! I didn’t steal the children’s gifts—I just kept them in safekeeping!”
“I see you’ve received quite a bit of funding from Grand Cathedral Repher, yet the children haven’t gotten any support at all.”
Sikar released the child’s arm with an indifferent expression. To keep the child from panicking again, I took their hand and gave them a reassuring smile.
Sikar spoke to the director in an annoyed tone.
“Director.”
“Y-yes, Your Grace.”
“What happened to all the funding you received?”
“F-funding? I… I don’t know what you mean! There’s been no such thing!”
“Don’t try to deceive me.”
Sikar’s low, resonant voice was chilling and ominous.
“I… I don’t understand what you’re saying…”
Though trembling violently in both arms and legs, the director still refused to confess.
When Sikar needed to extract information from an enemy, he never bothered interrogating them while they were alive. Instead, he’d end their life first, then take a strand of their hair to read their memories.
It seemed he intended to do exactly that to the director now.
‘I have to stop him!’
True to my fear, Sikar began drawing his sword to strike the director. I threw myself at him, practically clinging to his arm.
“No, Sikar! Don’t!”
“Step aside.”
I tugged at Sikar’s arm and whispered urgently into his ear.
“You can’t do that! The children are here! They’ll be terrified!”
“So you expect me to touch the skin of that filthy creature while he’s still alive?”
“No—I have another way!”
I reached out and grabbed the director’s hair. The director, suddenly yanked by the scalp, staggered while clutching his head.
‘I’m not condoning violence, but this is certainly better than death.’
“Aaah! Duchess! Why are you doing this!”
‘I’m trying to save your life. Your crimes are despicable, but your life is still precious.’
“If you don’t want to die, stay quiet!”
“P-please spare me! Duchess!”
‘I’m not saying I’ll kill you—this is precisely how you’ll stay alive!’
I handed the director’s hair I was holding to Sikar.
“You can just use his hair like this.”
Sikar didn’t immediately take it. When the director kept shrieking, Sikar struck the back of his neck with the flat of his blade, knocking him unconscious, then seized his hair.
“Well, that makes sense.”
While holding the director’s hair, Sikar seemed silently immersed in reading his memories. I sighed in relief and began soothing the startled children.
“It’s nothing serious. His Grace is just casting a brief spell. Once the magic ends and the director wakes up, His Grace will buy you all delicious chocolate cake.”
At the mention of chocolate cake, the children’s eyes widened in delight. As expected—chocolate was king to kids.
“Wow! Chocolate cake!”
Indeed, chocolate cake was magnificent. The children had already forgotten about the fallen director and were now buzzing with excitement over the cake.
After releasing the director’s hair, Sikar immediately ordered Durion and Vika to search the basement.
“I’m good at breaking things!”
Durion bounded off, clearly thrilled at the rare chance to stretch his legs, but Vika trudged along with a bored expression.
“Then go search it all by yourself. I’m too tired.”
Vika and Durion quickly returned from the basement with the money the director had hidden. He’d been hoarding all the donated funds, spending none of it on the children and instead filling his own pockets.
‘Kian should see Sikar delivering justice. He needs to see this righteous side of him too.’
I instructed Vika to wake Kian in the carriage and bring him over. Still half-asleep, Kian rubbed his eyes as he walked in—then jumped in shock at the sight of the director kneeling like a criminal, before turning to look at Sikar.
‘Yes, Kian. Watch Sikar punish the wicked and let your heart soften just a little.’
Sikar raised his sword again, about to press it under the director’s chin, but seemed to recall my warning about the children watching and sheathed it instead.
“These are all the funds you embezzled from donations, correct?”
“Y-your Grace… P-please spare my life! I’ll explain everything about how I diverted the money… I beg you…”
“I don’t care why you stole the money or whether you live or die. The capital guard will arrive shortly—tell them yourself.”
“I’ll confess everything and return all the money—please, just this once, Your Grace!”
Once his hidden funds were exposed, the director collapsed in despair, spilling every detail of his crimes and pleading desperately not to be handed over to the guards—but Sikar, showing absolutely no interest, handed him straight to the capital guard.
“The rest will be handled by the capital guard. Let’s go.”
“No, wait—look at the children.”
I grabbed Sikar’s arm, and the sharp-eyed man instantly realized all the children were staring at him.
“Why are all the children looking only at me?”
“Well…”
Before I could explain, Sikar narrowed his eyes and seized my hand.
“Did I ever say I’d buy them chocolate cake?”
I gave an awkward smile, pulled my hand free, and grinned slightly.
“You might start wanting to buy it now.”
“I feel no such desire at all.”
“Really? You’re not going to buy it?”
“They’re not my subjects, nor do I know them—why should I?”
“Because the children will cry.”
“That’s none of my concern.”
“I think it might be…”
I glanced subtly at the children. Among any group of kids, there’s always at least one notorious crybaby.
Now, who among them looked most likely to burst into tears?
I spotted one child who seemed ready to sob at the slightest provocation.
It felt a bit cruel to make the child cry, but if shedding a few tears meant getting chocolate cake, it wouldn’t be so bad.
I approached the child who looked on the verge of tears and told them they wouldn’t be getting chocolate cake today.
“Why… why not?”
I gave them a deeply sorrowful look, drooping my eyebrows dramatically.
“I’m sorry…”
Just as expected, the child—who’d been full of hope—immediately quivered their lips and burst into loud sobs.
“We can’t have chocolate cake…! Waaah…!”
Good. They were crying very convincingly.
Soon, one child’s cries instantly spread to the others—turning the entire orphanage into a sea of wailing.
“Waaah…! Chocolate cake…!”
I looked at Sikar, who stood frowning deeply with an exhausted expression, and pouted exaggeratedly.
“I’m more afraid of crying children than your sword. So please, just buy the cake.”
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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"I'll finish hugging you properly back at the ducal manor."
Is he just finding any excuse to hug her? I’m still trying to figure out if he’s starting to have feelings or not! Or if he’s just not right in the head and does these things out of obligation or sense of duty? Idk.
In his arms, everything seemed to stop—no sounds reached me at all. There was on
Wait…. what if Sikar was annoyed that Yura thought Kian was so cool for protecting Lucy by covering her eyes that Sikar felt jealous or something so decided to reenact it so he could do the same for Yura?
“My twins normally fight more than ten times a day—that’s just ordinary for us.
Sometimes a firm hand shapes character and, through discipline, molds a good man
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I still don’t get how her spending his money makes him impressed? 😂🤣
Honestly? Good job Sikar. The twins (especially Luid) and brats and should stop fighting all the time. Their dad isn’t doing get there. And I’m not a fan of the “gentle parenting” when the kids are absolute terrors that need a more firm hand.
I wonder if Sikar is starting to get slightly jealous of Kian and his interactions with Yura?