Reincarnated as a Villain That was Killed Before the Game Starts

"Nice to meet you, Master Hilda. Could you please buy me and my brother?"

The boy who came to the mansion that day had empty eyes in his golden hair.

The boy, about ten years old, had a boy, about three years old.

On the stretched spine, that aura that catches people's eyes.

An elegant face is that of the royal family.

The moment I saw him (...), I couldn't stop laughing inside.

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The Lord of Winfrey Territory had a reputation for being a very good Lord, but he died a while ago.

The good lord was deceived to shoulder his best friend's debt and betrayed badly.

I hear that all the property was suppressed, that he was sick of his heart, and that he set fire to the mansion and forced himself into a family.

As a gossip enough to even pass on to this distant city, the world is now holding on to the Winfrey family story.

The Winfrey family, if traced, is drawing royal blood.

I hear the Lord's flame, which was also the Wizard of Fire, was quicker, and the bodies found from the burns were even difficult to reconcile.

My ten and three-year-old sons are missing, but they were presumably burned to death.

The boy in front of him calls himself the son of that Winfrey family.

The family crest I brought as evidence was real, and the blonde hair and its grand standing, which was common in the royal family, seemed to corroborate his identity.

"You survived that fire a lot, didn't you?

"Yes, I agree. My brother protected me with magic."

That's what the boy says if you ask him, he strokes his brother's head next door.

Empty eyes on the same blonde hair as the boy.

Only the setting is brothers, and they look a lot like each other.

My brother has sarcastic hair, while my brother has curly hair. The hair quality seemed closer to that woman to my brother.

"Fire avoided me and my brother, and it wasn't hot. If my fathers went to the room worried, my mother would have... fallen with a knife in her chest. And I realized that my father was trying to force me into it."

The boy speaks with a sad face.

The kind of face that bears the hard.

I'm sorry, how to wipe my tears. I thought he was a big actor.

"If we find out we're alive, we could be sold off to take out debts.

I have no more family... but my brother. I absolutely don't want to leave you. "

With a would-be eye, the boy looks up at the wax.

"So when you heard rumors of wasps buying and collecting beautiful boys, you came to sell yourself in?

If you ask, you're right, the boy nodded.

Muscularity is funny, enough story for a boy to visit from himself here.

"Why don't you buy me and my brother? I'll do anything."

The boy who comes pleading with a righteous face is well aware of the wasp bumps.

If you're pleaded with that face, even if you know the wax is a trap, you're as likely to be happy to buy him.

That face like I made my wasp sister Tilia a man and a child.

The neat face is beautiful and full of elegance just like an orthodox prince.

- Really, Tilia's an idiot.

Obsessed with wax or something, come after me to this place.

Be a man, chase the queen's throne, lose everything.

Still with no punishment...... I just watch wax all the time.

You haven't given up yet, have you?

I made you so desperate, I disparaged you.

Forget about the wax, give it up.

Otherwise, if you look away, Tilia won't do it, even though she says happiness is rolling at all.

In Tilia's eyes, all I see is wax.

That was terribly pleasant - I couldn't wait.

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Tilia is the first child of the present queen of the kingdom of Elves.

The undisputed Elf princess and waxy sister, born between her and the King of the Ordinary Room.

Tilia was number one in the right to inherit the throne until before the wasp was born.

The kingdom of the elves is meritocracy, and the more powerful they are, the more favoured they are.

Tilia has qualities that transcend the queens of history, and from an early age it was said that the future is definitely the queen.

But that's... until the wasp is born.

A half elf born from the belly of an unidentified royal man and a woman of slave status.

Poor woman whose throne was taken by that wasp.

A pitiful elf princess caught everything by a wasp, even though it was like she was born to be a queen.

To be honest, I wasn't interested in a queen or anything.

People and elves didn't like everything, and it didn't matter.

The world is crappy, like a bird.

It was just something to tie the wax to.

I knew Tilia hated wasps.

I want to be the king of these nasty creatures in such a nasty country, and when I see Tilia desperately appreciative, there's one thing the wax thinks.

Pathetic.

That was just it.

Obsessed with something so worthless, hoping to get it.

Despise yourself for it, kick the rest off.

Always filled with hatred and jealousy for the wax in Tilia.

For Tilia, the throne was above all the number one in this right to inherit the throne, which the wasp does not need with any.

The young wasp was sympathetic to Tilia.

I wanted to give it to you if you wanted it.

But the fact that the wasp is not obsessed with its seat at all is neither in itself nor sympathetic.

He seemed to be touching Tilia badly.

Harassment of wasps from Tilia, like every day.

Still, I didn't feel like getting angry.

I just thought you were a pathetic poor woman.

But...... Tilia tried to get her hands on the wax thing.

If you want to take away the wax thing, that's the enemy.

There was no need for any forgiveness.

Screw down the credentials from Tilia trying to kill the wasp each time.

Over and over again, I showed him the difference in character.

Half elf without wings.

Lower born.

You shouldn't be the queen of unmotivated wasps.

If you show your overwhelming strength and behave like a queen deserves to stand, as if you were going to smash the voice you said so.

Furthermore, Tilia's position is gone.

You can't beat a wasp.

Yes, I slapped him into his body many times.

Sometimes he snuck Tilia's escort to his room and gave him a special punishment.

Yet Tilia never breaks.

Trying to slap me with a munch, trying to hurt me, trying to humiliate me.

He stares at the wax and claims that he is a legitimate queen candidate.

Never, never give in to a wasp alone.

That's the kind of will I felt.

The wasp had not only Tilia, but many other sisters.

I'm not the only one who's after my life.

Except for Tilia, though, they were all very discerning kids.

If the wasp persuades you directly.

Rub your head to the ground, cry and beg for your life.

You promised me you'd be happy not to do that again.

Undesirable woman.

A woman who takes away a wasp thing and sincerely hopes to hunt down a wasp.

And yet somehow, I didn't feel like killing him.

If I wanted to, I could have buried him in the dark, even if it was difficult.

That's the wax itself, I wasn't sure.