Reincarnated as a Villain That was Killed Before the Game Starts

"Pfft, you're not cute. My clothes look great on you, too. What's wrong with calling a wasp to this place?

My mouth spins words. But it's not my voice.

I looked at this situation in the eyes like some other HR.

There is a door in front of me, and the light plugs in and dazzles me.

In front of that door, there was a boy in butler's clothes.

I can't see my face in the backlight, but I pick the hem of my skirt and climb the stairs toward his waiting.

He says he wants to show you something.

The boy reached out when he managed to climb the stairs.

I laughed and grabbed that hand for granted.

"What?"

I was pushed aside as it was.

The boy moves away.

Floating sensation strikes the body.

The hand stretched out to ask for help grabbed the sky.

If you turn your attention to the boy at the end of that gaze.

- The boy's mouth was creating a form of laughter.

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"Ma'am! You're awake! Are you all right, sir? Does it hurt anywhere?

When I woke up I was put to sleep on the bed.

In the dazzling light of the morning, a young man peeks this one in with a relieved face from the side.

A young man with a western-style face, supposedly in his early twenties or so.

I have blue eyes on my silver hair and have the impression that my eyebrows look good when I feel down.

Mr. Model or something? He's handsome enough to think.

My head hurts.

I mean, why am I sleeping here?

I woke up my upper body and noticed a strange thing when I lifted my hair.

My hands are not my own.

The white, sneaky hands were like ceramics, well maintained to the tip of the nails, and had bright red manicures.

I don't stretch my nails like this because of my work, and my hands should have been rough all I wanted in the first place.

I was staring at my hand, and the young man came at it softly.

"It was falling down the stairs leading to the roof, and I slept for three days. If I didn't wake up like this... I wondered what I would do if they left me"

With a face that's about to cry out now, a young man says that.

You haven't slept, there was a neighborhood in that eye.

"What has happened, ma'am? Does it still hurt somewhere"

Say anything. So the young man looks up to me.

Who will he be?

Although you seem to speak very good Nihon.

In the first place, I'm a lady.

I'm a normal ol' and I don't remember being called that way.

Was I too tired to ask for even a weird service while I can't remember?

Looking around, the interior is completely different from our castle (apartment) where you live alone.

This bed I'm sleeping in is big enough to seem to sleep about three people, and it has lace curtains. He's like a princess grabbing it.

Is the spacious room even rocky, or what, a bunch of antique furniture?

I thought that the carpet seemed fuzzy and outrageously expensive.

What should I do?

I can't remember what I did to get into this situation.

On the release date of the sequel to my favorite maiden game, something troublesome happened and I was supposed to work overtime.

I was in a hurry to finish that and slid critically into Anime Oat, and when I got home and strained that it was a quick game, they grabbed me by a colleague who was coming after me.

This guy's been a jerk again, and I've known him since high school, but he's got something to do with me.

But this time I was supposed to follow this guy up and work overtime, so he wanted to thank me for that and came after me.

I'm glad to hear it, but I want to play the game more truthfully than that.

Of course I won't let it out in my mouth, but I refused to follow Oblate, but he didn't pull back inside.

Did you misdrive where you were, the truck stuck in and hit you directly?

I see, am I dead?

When that happens, it means this is the post-mortem world.

I think that in my heart half jokingly.

Honestly, I was still awake and confused about my head.

"Lady."

He thought about it and kept it quiet, so he made me anxious.

The young man made a meticulous voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. 'Cause it's okay."

After I answer, I realize that the voice is not my thing.

If you look down at your body, a frizzy white fruit.

I wore clothes that accentuated my chest.

The string on the front of the clothes is loose and is likely to fall off zero now.

Touch anyway.

I'll rub it.

Soft.

There was a big tit there that I didn't yearn for.

"Excuse me, ma'am. He seemed to have trouble sleeping, so I let him loosen it up."

A young man answers as he suddenly distracts himself from me rubbing his own chest.

Thought maybe, but now I'm sure.

This body is not my thing.

The hair on the edge of my vision is glossy and golden.

The touch of that hair down to the shoulder was very good.

I was messing with my hair, and I was circling my head about this situation, and I heard a knock on my pretend.

One boy came into the room when the youth asked permission.

A boy about ten years old with beautiful honey-colored eyes in black hair.

The crisp and conspicuous nose makes me imagine that when I grow up, I will look sawdust.

Or the way he grew up in an instant came to mind in my head.

"Ah!

Pointing his finger and screaming, the boy pulled his body together and looked at me.

"What's wrong with the new Abel, Master Hilda"

A young man asks me with a surprised face.

The boy was staring at me with very cold eyes.

At that moment I noticed abruptly.

He said this was the world of the twilight crown, a maiden game in which I fit abundantly.

And understand.

Apparently, I was reincarnated into this world of the Crown of Dusk.

Originally... In my previous life, I usually did OL in a country called Japan.

Though the pay is a bit better than other companies around, I feel like a livestock company with plenty of overtime in my second year of employment.

Such a hobby in the name of my stressful and viable is to play the maiden game.

It was this' crown of dusk 'that was particularly fitting recently.

A world view with Western fantasy flavors and magic.

The protagonist girl is a feminine romantic adventure game where she enters the School of Magic and develops love with the lovely boys she meets there.

And one of its targets is' Abel Austin '.

He's a refreshing but somewhere shady beautiful boy, and his real belly is black and yandered.

Although Abel, a woman distrustful from her heavy past, approaches her purely visible protagonist because she wants to uncover and break it.

As he learned the protagonist, Abel became ashamed of his ugliness, having only come a way of life that used people.

I can't help but ask for the hero in agony... like, the owner of the story.

Young Abel lived with her mother, but she was bought for money by a widow who loved beautiful boys and peeled off with her only flesh parent.

So I'm sure they did something that I can't say with my mouth, mainly caught on to the ratings.

Although it is blurred there because it is an all age version, thin books by paranoid aspirants were supposed to be awesome there.

No, well, leave that.

By doing so, Abel, twisted and bent in character, takes the widow and kills her later by directing her entire fortune to herself.

Of course, on the surface, make it look like an accident, so your hands don't get dirty.

That's how Abel, who took over her house, the Austin family, comes into the School of Magic to study as the main character and meets the protagonist.

In such a maiden game, The Crown of Dusk, my place is.

Not the protagonist.

Not a target of attack or a supporting character.

Not to mention not a rival character snoring at the main character.

If my predictions are correct......

I have a bad feeling about my chest.

"I heard Master Hilda fell down the stairs, and I came to see if he was safe. It's enough to see how well you are, so excuse me."

Abel just made a few faces and left.

It's like I was worried, but my face felt like "what the hell was he alive" and I was still going to tongue it.

"Hey, can I just check it out!? I need you to tell me a lot about me!

I don't think so, but I turn the young man who was lying next to me into a question-attack.

The young man answered that, perplexed, one by one.

My name in this world is' Hilda Austin '.

Elves and human halves, blonde hair and emerald eyes.

Girl with charm point ears who seems to have a strong demonic beauty.

Same age as I was in my previous life at the present age of twenty.

He looked about eighteen years old at his apparent age.

A human old man who was still young but was already seventy years old married him, and soon his husband died.

The young man told me that Hilda had become a widow with too much money.

In the game, I remember the past Abel told the main character.

When he was ten years old, he was apparently bought out by the Mansion.

Well, I mean.

It creates the trauma of the past of Yandere's attacking target, a villain character who was already killed at the hands of the attacking target before this edition began.

Before this part starts, he's already dead.

What a splendid death flag!

I've just noticed reincarnation, but I'm stuffed ahead!