[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Delusion may be free, but this is excessive—even too excessive to bear.
“It’s not like that. I just… felt sad at that scene.”
“I see. It must be embarrassing to say it out loud. I understand now. I finally get why you’ve been working so hard to lift my curse. My doubts are cleared.”
What’s he talking about? I’m only trying to lift the curse to save my own life!
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t kill you just because you like me.”
“No, that’s not it—I don’t like you at all!”
Sikar looked at me with chilling, murderous eyes and spoke.
“I hate being deceived. You should know that by now, right?”
I was so terrified I couldn’t bring myself to deny it anymore. It felt like if I did, he’d accuse me of lying to myself and draw his sword on me again!
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Sikar looked down at me as if I were a loyal, admirable dog wagging my tail for him, then left.
‘Seriously? Even seeing my utterly baffled expression, you still think that? I’m only helping you because you keep trying to kill me—I’m just trying to survive!’
Ah. What do you even do when a madman insists on deluding himself however he pleases?
I did cry. Back then, it had been so long since I’d last smiled, and it pained my heart to see a man who’d never smiled in his life die without ever managing even a single smile.
Because in his lonely life, I saw my own loneliness.
Sikar could only see and hear my memories—he couldn’t feel what I felt back then. So it seemed he was completely misunderstanding, judging only by the tears I’d shed, not by my heart.
Probably why, relying solely on someone else’s memories, he could ignore even my utterly dumbfounded expression.
The next day, Sikar and I finished all preparations to adopt Kian in the blink of an eye. The procedure was incredibly simple—since we didn’t even need to meet the king in person; all Sikar had to do was sign the documents he’d brought.
Though it was so straightforward, I still wondered if it really required both adoptive parents to be present, but Sikar insisted sternly that it was the kingdom’s law and had to be followed regardless.
In any case, I legally became Sikar’s wife under the laws of the Kingdom of Rekador. Thus, I took Sikar’s surname and became Yura Blake, Duchess Blake.
Throughout all our preparations, Kian still hadn’t woken up.
Even though Duke Raydocs hadn’t mistakenly given him the wrong herbs as he’d done before, Kian remained asleep for quite a while.
Could it be because he hadn’t slept properly or eaten in so long that he needed this extended rest?
Sikar was somewhat worried about Kian. Of course, it was mostly concern for himself and his curse, but still, Sikar was the one who first suggested we go visit Kian’s room.
He stared at Kian for a long while, then suddenly grabbed the boy by the neck and lifted him up. Startled, I rushed toward Sikar.
“W-What are you doing right now?”
“I was just checking if he’s still breathing.”
“Then you could’ve just bent your head down! Kian isn’t a lion cub!”
“Bend my head down? Me?”
“…He’s going to be your child now. Children are weaker and more delicate than adults—you have to handle them gently.”
“The protagonist’s turned out to be a complete weakling. Weaklings die quickly. This one must’ve gotten lucky to be born as the protagonist and survived this long.”
“That’s only because you’re of the Sitart clan.”
The Sitart clan was a branch of humanity—strong, swift, and as strikingly beautiful as elves.
But above all, their superiority lay in their ability to dominate spirits’ minds. Though they couldn’t summon spirits themselves, they could command spirits summoned by spirit mages or wandering spirits.
Of course, not all Sitarts possessed this talent. Sikar alone stood out in this ability—just as not all intelligent animals are equally intelligent, Sikar was uniquely exceptional.
“It’d be best to stay here until Kian wakes up. That’ll help the boy feel more at ease.”
Sikar, though looking tired, didn’t refuse. It seemed he’d at least vaguely grasped the boy’s psychology from my memories.
“How about making Kian a dreamcatcher when he wakes up?”
“A dreamcatcher?”
“It’s an amulet that filters out nightmares and lets only good dreams through.”
“The original story mentioned Kian often suffered nightmares, so making one would be a good idea. I’ll go make it right away.”
“No, not me—you should make it.”
“Me?”
“Kian needs you, not me. If you want to bond with him, it’s better if you make it yourself.”
Sikar stared at me with clear reluctance before suddenly grabbing my hand.
‘He’s grabbing it again. Again.’
“You—you! From now on, ask for my permission before holding my hand!”
“Don’t be shy.”
“That’s exactly why I’m saying it!”
Sikar ignored my words completely, focusing instead on reading my memories. Then, tilting his head slightly, he led me by the hand and seated me at a chair by the table.
After fetching a notebook and pen, he held my hand and began sketching the dreamcatcher.
“What a strangely shaped object. Then again, everything in your memories is like that.”
While Sikar drew, I remained motionless, trapped in his grip.
It felt exactly like becoming a USB drive—plugged into a computer port, waiting helplessly while all files transfer from the USB.
With nothing else to do but sit still, held tightly by Sikar, sleepiness washed over me.
Once Sikar finished drawing the dreamcatcher with one hand still holding mine, he stood up.
Since he’d insisted I make it myself, he’d probably go make the actual thing now. In the meantime, I stayed holding Kian’s hand, waiting for him to wake.
What kind of dream could he be having that keeps making him frown like that? Is he dreaming again about losing his father?
Even after Sikar returned with a beautiful golden dreamcatcher, Kian still didn’t wake.
Kian wasn’t in pain or ill—he was simply sleeping deeply for reasons unknown.
“Is this brat dead?”
“…He’s alive. The protagonist doesn’t die that easily. He must’ve been exhausted; best to let him sleep until he wakes.”
Most sleeping children looked angelically beautiful, but even in sleep, Kian appeared worn out.
‘Poor thing.’
Sikar, who’d been quietly watching Kian, scratched his chin and then looked down at me.
“Then, until Kian wakes up, you should start learning how things run around the house. From now on, you’re the lady of this manor—you ought to learn how to manage the servants. You clearly don’t know anything, do you?”
Hmm. Surprisingly, I felt confident about this. Though my only experience had been raising a child since birth, Sikar had said he hired servants based on character—so managing them probably wouldn’t be too hard.
And even if this position was only nominal, outwardly I was now the lady of Duke Blake’s manor, so I needed to act accordingly.
“Alright. I’ll start learning how to manage the servants immediately, starting today.”
“Before that, you’ll first need to formally meet Vika. You might’ve seen her during the wedding—a gloomy figure standing in a corner. That’s Vika. You likely already know plenty about her without my explaining, but you still need to exchange greetings.”
Ah, Vika Lamburst! Bound by a life debt to Sikar and trapped by his oath, she was a dark elf hybrid over 140 years old yet youthful and stunningly beautiful—her appearance nearly human except for her snow-white hair and dark skin.
While searching for a spirit mage to break his curse, Sikar had found Vika trapped in spider silk within a giant spider’s nest.
He’d asked her where the fire spirit mage was, and she’d promised to lead him there if he freed her. Sikar then bound her with an oath, compelling her to seek the spirit mage who could lift his curse.
This oath could not be broken until Sikar’s curse was lifted. Thus, Vika ended up joining Sikar’s quest only to meet her tragic end at the hands of the protagonist Kian—one of the story’s ill-fated antagonists.
Her death, due to the oath, inflicted severe psychological damage on Sikar and weakened his power significantly.
Though she ultimately died by the protagonist’s hand, Vika was an incredibly charismatic character—so the thought of meeting her filled me with equal parts fear and nervous anticipation.
“Where is she?”
No sooner had I asked than Vika’s voice came from behind me.
“Right here, my lady.”
Her voice was a rich, resonant contralto—deep, weighty, and undeniably captivating. I turned to see Vika leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
Her waist-length, straight white hair and dark, burnished-brown skin looked even more mystical in person than in the novel’s descriptions.
“Show proper manners and introduce yourself, Vika.”
Vika gave a faint, dismissive smile, lazily chewing on a lemon she held in her hand.
“You seem to already know everything about me—what’s there left to introduce?”
Had she heard everything? As a dark elf, her hearing was exceptionally sharp. But I hadn’t been eavesdropping out of distrust toward Sikar.
Sikar himself seemed surprised—he briefly looked utterly baffled before tapping his forehead in resignation.
“Vika, your manners have gotten shockingly bad. Didn’t I say I’d cut off your ears if you eavesdropped on me again?”
“Go ahead. Cutting them off won’t affect my hearing—the auditory organs are inside the ear.”
Seeing Vika truly didn’t care even if he cut her ears off, Sikar’s expression turned utterly indifferent, as if he’d lost all desire to follow through.
“Why on earth did you start doing something you’ve never done before? You never had a habit of eavesdropping on me until now.”
Vika scratched her philtrum nonchalantly and raised an eyebrow.
“Your recent behavior has been utterly bizarre—suddenly marrying a woman you’ve never met, picking up a child out of nowhere… I started wondering if you’d gone mad. If you were truly insane, maybe you’d break this oath too.”
“How much did you hear?”
“Various things—like you seeing someone else’s memories, or that the boy will kill you? But even stranger than that is the fact that all of it exists within that woman’s—no, my lady’s—memories.”
Thankfully, she hadn’t heard that this place was a novel, had she?
“Does my lady possess foresight?”
Sikar seemed just as relieved by this interpretation. He gave a small, satisfied twitch of his lips.
“You could say that.”
“So my lady loves you deeply, and that’s why you married her—the woman who sees the future?”
Ah, no—please don’t misunderstand it like that!
“She loves me very much. She even shed tears when I died.”
Sikar declared this proudly, as if boasting that someone would weep for him at his death, and Vika replied with an expression of utter disbelief.
“Really? Then my lady must truly love you very much.”
‘No—anyone might cry when someone dies, even without loving them deeply, you antagonists!’
They’d never seen anyone cry at a death, so how could they understand?
Watching them turn me into some devoted heroine willing to die for Sikar, I quietly interrupted their conversation.
“Since Lady Vika has already overheard our entire conversation, is the introduction now complete?”
“I suppose so, my lady.”
“Um, Lady Vika?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s add one more condition to your oath with Sikar.”
Vika let out a derisive snort, as if wondering what nonsense I was about to say.
“What condition? How could you possibly add one?”
“From now on, every time you eavesdrop on our conversations, you’ll take on the pain of Sikar’s curse in his place.”
Since it would be highly problematic to let Vika keep eavesdropping freely, I had no choice but to impose this condition.
Vika looked utterly incredulous—here I was, someone whose status was still unclear, newly appointed as ‘my lady,’ daring to demand such a term.
She glanced at Sikar as if asking if this made any sense, but Sikar merely quirked one corner of his mouth, amused.
“Do you finally understand now that my reason for marrying this woman isn’t just because she sees the future?”
Was he saying I, as a person, had this bold side? So… are you actually complimenting me right now?
Since eavesdropping was clearly wrong, Vika couldn’t refuse the condition.
Grudgingly accepting the new rule forbidding her from listening in, she shot me an irritated glare.
“Are you satisfied now, Lady Duchess Blake?”
She seemed thoroughly offended. But still, having her ears cut off would’ve been worse for her appearance, right?
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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?