The Young Villain Dreams of a Golden Spoon - Chapter 1

Kion was dull.

Nothing could fill his empty heart.

The more his powers grew, the more his emptiness increased.

It was an unacceptable realization at a young age. When you experience unbearable pain, you lose everything.

Kion decided not to hold on to anything anymore.

So, when he was told to marry by arrangement under the name of the Emperor, he silently accepted it. It’s because he didn’t want to get involved in worldly affairs.

For Kion, the present life was meaningless.

‘Even if you dream big and work hard, you can’t do anything alone. Even if you achieve it, as time goes by, everything will vanish,  you worked hard, so what… everything is useless.’

The words in his memory from a long time ago did not disappear. The only person he trusted and depended on, who told him to hold his breath* and live far away from the world.

TL/N : refers to hiding himself

Kion followed that person’s words.

Because there was nothing wrong.

So he left the imperial palace and hid himself from people.

He wanted to be forgotten in their memories.

‘Stay quiet. Don’t do anything and don’t desire anything. Don’t even pay attention to useless things that will vanish anyway. You don’t want that… again. You won’t be able to hold anything, keep that in mind. Kion’

Even if he didn’t want to, he knew well.

He was meant to be like that anyway.

He didn’t doubt at all that the day when he would embrace something would come.

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Kion was looking at the mirror on his desk as usual.

Beyond that, the image of a woman who had an accident and was bruised and bleeding was reflected.

“…Why”

Kion has been watching Jiyoung through the mirror since her childhood.

She lives in a completely different world from himself. She was the only one I could see through the mirror.

He watched her life from start to finish, so he didn’t understand.

“Why are you smiling?”

Humans cannot remain calm in the face of death. He knew it better than anyone else.

But Jiyoung was different.

It was strange that she didn’t lose her smile despite her hard life, she also smiled at her moment of death.

She deserves to be filled with resentment.

I would be angry at the absurd reality.

“Yo- Your Highness!”

At that time, one of the maids temporarily sent by the Imperial Palace burst open the door of the study and entered. It was a great disrespect, but Kion looked at her without saying a word.

“Th-the princess…!”

Kion turned his gaze back to the mirror with indifferent eyes.

I knew what had happened with just the word ‘princess’ that came out of the maid’s mouth. The maid’s blue face also confirmed his guess. She must have committed suicide.

For a slight moment, I recalled the dead black the eyes of the princess, but I then soon subdue my interest. That’s all I could think about my wife who I marry today.

Now, Jiyoung’s death over the mirror has attracted more attention than the suicide of a princess.

Unlike Jiyoung beyond the mirror, the princess had a happy childhood, but in the end she was a woman who only self-destructs. If she were like usual, there was no need to pay attention.

“Your Highness?”

There was another call from the maid, meaning he should go and see, but Kion’s gaze didn’t seem to fall from the mirror.

‘Why?’

Looking at Jiyoung beyond the mirror, I felt a very small stir in my empty heart.

Jiyoung was weird.

She went through something more painful than anyone else, and without help, she got up on her own.

Even though she was in pain, she woke up soon after brushing it off, and she endured her sadness with a smile.

I was curious about the reason why she could do that and why she did that. //

‘Why are you….’

So it was.

Kion stood up from his seat with an expressionless face.

Something quickly passed through my mind. I moved without hesitation at the thought.

Small ripples in my calm heart spread bigger and bigger.

The maids who were making a fuss were annoying, but they were the ones who came temporarily for the wedding anyway.

Since they will be gone after today, Kion ignored the noise of those making a fuss.

‘Since she took her own life, there will be no more regrets in her body.’

I’ve never tried it before, but there was a possibility.

After organizing the things that came to mind, the maid that was guiding him arrived in front of the room.

It was an old door that did not suit the room of the bride who is getting married today.

A white lifeless body lying on the floor is seen through the commotion and the open door.

Kion lifted the woman lying on the floor with a nonchalant face and laid her down on the bed.

“Wh-what should I do?”

“What’s wrong…”

They are still noisy maids.

I didn’t like noisy things. Others were uncomfortable beings that made noises, making me dizzy.

Kion thought of getting them out of the mansion as soon as possible.

“Get out.”

At the first short word, the maids wept and closed the door without hesitation.

I thought she was already dead because she had committed suicide, but she was still alive. I became more confident in what came to mind in my head.

Kion peeked at the woman’s body.

I could tell without having to check in detail.

That her breath would be gone soon.

That there’s no way to save her anymore.

There was no need to hesitate.

‘Although I don’t know if there’s a side effect…’

It was my first time doing this.

However, I am confident that I will not fail.

‘Princess, let me borrow your life.’

It’s a life that she gave up on anyway.

In the quiet bedroom, the woman was wearing a bloody wedding dress.

Her pale, fading face and dress matched her adornment. He didn’t even pay attention to others, but the princess was beautiful even to Kion. He couldn’t help but admit it.

Everyone praised her for her beauty. It was said that no one in the world could beat her beauty.

But the higher you rise, the more painful the fall.

Kion opened her mouth while looking at the face of a woman who suffered from falling down an endless cliff and eventually killed herself.

“Her.”

He slowly raised his hand.

The mirror in his study was already in his hand.

Kion closed his eyes and rang the mirror with his hands over the woman’s heart that was getting cold.

His behavior which seemed like an unspoken ritual was cautious and secretive.

“Beside me.”

Clink-

As the mirror broke, a subtle light hovered around the woman’s body.

Kion’s lips drew a thick arc.

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I hated poverty.

From the time I started thinking for myself, I had to fight poverty.

My parents were full of love, but they did not have the ability to protect that love.

Unfortunately, the power of this world was money.

“Idiots…”

My incompetent parents eventually gave up their love, and the five-year-old me was abandoned.

Thanks to my parents who abandoned me in the deep mountains, I had to wait for someone to save me for three days alone in the dark and cold mountains.

My parents, who were full of love, became endlessly cruel because of poverty, and I desperately looked for them for three days without even knowing that.

After being rescued by a simmani*, who climbed the mountain by chance, my parents appeared after being reported by the police, and they did not abandon me, but took me with tears pretending to be lost, but they were no longer my parents.

TL/N : A person whose job is to go deep into the mountains and dig wild ginseng.

Poverty took away love and prevented me from dreaming of happiness.

So I worked hard and there was nothing I didn’t do.

But is this the result of hard work?

“Ackk! Th-the person…!”

“Someone please report it!”

My eyes didn’t fall from the bankbook I held in my hand.

I’ve been working hard all my life, but I’ve never used it.

I had a headache and my vision was gradually blurred, but I couldn’t close my eyes.

Why, why does it have to be me.

‘If I knew this would happen, I would have bought and tried at least one good cosmetic product.’

Maybe it’s because I lived in poverty all my life. The regrets I had after I died were insignificant.

Smirk- The leaking laughter was something like an honest one.

Come to think of it, I think I always smiled even in a terrible, hard life.

It was only then that hope felt a little closer.

But there was no hope. In the end, there was nothing.

I don’t have a friend that would shed a single tear when I die.

I was just born under incompetent parents.

As a result, I grew up with poverty and was not able to learn. Because of the debt they left, I had to spend my whole life in poverty.

It was literally because of meeting the wrong parents.

‘Please let me be born with a golden spoon* in my next life.’

TL/N : A gold spoon symbolizes a person who grew up with a rich environment from birth to adulthood.

Is it too much for a wish?

No, I’ve been having such a hard time my whole life, so maybe I can hope for this much.

If the god has a conscience, they should listen to this much.

Of course.

「…cia… 」

I heard someone calling from afar.

It’s not calling my name, but strangely it sounded as if it’s calling me.

「…licia.」

It was a nice low-pitched voice.

With the feeling of flying, tremendous pain came over me.

It was more painful than when I broke my head in the car accident.

Why does it hurt so much?

I screamed in pain, but there was no sound.

Is this what silent cries are like?

I screamed, but it was stuffy as if my chest was clogged, and I couldn’t tell if it was tears or blood flowing.

It was painful.

I couldn’t breathe well.

I didn’t know why I had to breathe when I was dead, but I did anyway.

How much did I scream and struggle like that?

I heard a sound from somewhere.

「Alicia.」

A voice that had not been heard for a long time was clearly heard this time.

At that moment, the whole black world became bright in an instant.

“Gasp! Oh… Aackk!”

God listened to my little wish. I wasn’t really that desperate though…