Reincarnated as a Villain That was Killed Before the Game Starts

I was reincarnated into the world of maiden games that I loved.

But he's dead before this part starts, only in retrospect of the past being attacked, seems like a traumatic character.

From now on, with the death flag of being killed by an attacking target.

There will only be a respite for five more years until the beginning of this edition, where the target of the offense will start attending the school on stage, and we do not know when this character was killed in the first place.

Overall from the story of the butler youth in front of us.

That's the situation I'm in right now.

Yeah, it's over.

Before it started, it's packed.

By the way, I don't have the memory I've ever had as Hilda in this world.

I just realized earlier that I was reincarnated as Hilda, as much as I remember the scene I was thrust down the stairs just before.

If you're going to be reincarnated anyway, the hero would have loved it!

No, I don't say luxury at this time.

Plain or mob, I wanted it to be a character that wouldn't normally die.

No, it's too early to give up.

Abel, who plans to kill me, has just been picked up by this mansion to see how it goes.

Depending on what you do, you should be able to avoid dying.

Let's be nice to Abel so he doesn't get killed first.

I mean, if you put Abel in your parents' hands, that would solve the problem, wouldn't it?

It's a good idea for me.

Hope spreads when the death flag is likely to break easier than I thought.

Well, I don't know how Hilda feels about being healed by a beautiful boy. But I don't.

I'm sure someone as old as my own grandfather daughter-in-law asked for a beautiful boy in that recoil.

Sweet life with a beautiful boy... I think it's a maiden's dream.

But, Mr. Hilda.

If this were my world, it would be a crime, wouldn't it?

No, it stinks of crime enough over here!

Let's just return Abel to her parents.

That way it all fits round.

Abel can be happy without resenting me, and I don't have to die either.

If the young man continues to put him to bed in a cot and he thinks that while staring at the ceiling, a knock sounds and the door opens.

"Dear Hilda, I have brought you porridge"

I thought it might be Abel again, and when I jumped up, it wasn't.

There he was, two boys.

One is about ten years old, and unlike Abel, who has a twisted, cool beauty, he has an elegant waist.

He had empty eyes on his blonde hair and an orthodox look like a picture book prince.

"Get well soon, Master Hilda"

"... thanks"

Set aside the porridge and leave in a gracious manner.

The kid who came in from behind was about the same age, with golden eyes on his brown skin. Cat-like ears grow out of my head.

"Hilda, you're here, aren't you? I was worried, wasn't I?

That said, the boy approached me and licked my cheeks with a smudge.

On the rough tongue, it creeps.

"When you're feeling better, play with me a lot?

Whispering glossy in his ear, the boy left the room.

I wonder what the kids are now.

For a servant, you say you're too young.

Though they were both very attractive boys.

"Um, can I ask you something... uh"

"It's Claude. Lady."

A young man who's been holding back on my side, names himself.

"Claude, I'd like to ask you something. How many boys are in this mansion right now?

Thirteen, ma'am.

Ask and Claude will answer.

Thirteen.

I thought it was just Abel, Mr. Hilda.

You can't get away with collecting so many boys and being told you're a shotacon, can you?

Much, isn't it too late!

Ugh, I don't like it anymore!

... Something's giving me a headache.

Anyway, let's remember the memories of our previous lives sooner, me.

The Thirteen will have a beautiful boys baseball team!

All right, let's just calm down once.

I'm confused.

For now, after we eat the story.

If you think so, your stomach makes a lot of noise.

"Ah..."

"I've been asleep for three days, naturally. Porridge, I think it's hot, so it's a little cold."

That's how Claude fuffs the porridge.

"Yes, go ahead"

He brings a spoon to my mouth, but this is an arn.

I'm so embarrassed because I've never done that.

"Yes, it's okay. Because I can eat it myself."

"... does that mean I don't want to be fed"

"That's not what this is about."

Could Hilda have always been fed this way?

It's possible.

So maybe it's weird to be more embarrassed now.

"Is the lady not sweet because I'm not a boy anymore?

If I was lost in my response, a change ball came from a hell of a direction.

If I was eating porridge, I'd be spraying it.

"Again, you are"

He looked at me with surprise and opened his eyes, and he thought Claude had mentioned the star.

He looked very sad.

"No, why does that happen?

"You used to leave me to look after myself, but you wouldn't let me help you change after I grew up, would you? And on the side of them all young. I said I'd be more helpful to you."

Claude vomits words as he exposes the inside of his painful chest.

He clearly looked jealous of the boys.

"... it was an indelible word and deed. Excuse me."

I don't know how Hilda was, but I'm not a shotacon.

No, well, I don't hate beautiful boys.

But you can't even say that now. Shut up, Claude shrugs softly.

"I didn't give you an opinion on what you do. Since the lady picked me up at a young age, I'm your thing. I was brought here to say selfishly to my wife, but I didn't say anything I didn't understand."

Claude's relationship with Hilda seemed like a long time before he married this mansion, like he was childhood friendly and obedient.

Softly Claude made me hold something in my hand.

Amazingly, it feels familiar to your hands.

What was given to me was an affordable size, supple skinned whip.

Give me the back of your hand here, Claude is waiting for my action.

What, you mean slap him with this?

If you're hungry, I'd have trouble getting bread handed to you with as much ease as you'd like.

Perhaps because of Claude's behavior and the feel of a whip sticking to this hand, it's everyday.

"What's up?

"What, no... I thought I'd seal it from today"

Ha ha and said with a bitter laugh, Claude tilts his neck.

"Don't you use a whip? Shall I bring you a stick?"

No. Why did you upgrade?

Besides, you accept that too easily!?

"No, no, no, because I don't want it! Instead, I stopped being violent and started thinking I wanted to be peaceful!

If I stopped Claude doing everything I could to get up and go get the stick, he would have opened his eyes as if he'd heard even the impossible.

"... but it must be something the servants need to wear, right?

"Because I don't need it. Just listen to me. Or are you saying you can't hear me?

"No, that's not true!

With my voice, Claude whips away and sits back in the chair beside the bed.

"More than that, I'm hungry. Give me the porridge."

"... go ahead, lady"

High-pressure in Hilda's image, he offers a tea bowl with porridge.

Food stains across the stomach are strangely real.

It seemed like they were telling me that this world wasn't a dream right now.

Still, it's hard to eat.

Claude, look at me too much.

I look right in the face.

I know it's possible that I want to feed myself.

He looked with regret at the porridge entering my mouth.

I only wanted to serve you, but you look like a dog who told me to wait.

Claude seems to be a race who rejoices in doing all he can.

"... I'm tired of my hands. Feed me."

Losing his roots and saying so, Claude let his face shine brightly.

"Yes, ma'am!

He pretends to be an invisible tail and makes me eat porridge happily.

It was itchy, but it wasn't surprisingly bad to be exhausted.