The Young Villain Dreams of a Golden Spoon - Chapter 3

Aweek has passed. There has been quite a lot of information I’ve found out.

Alicia Edharth was the only daughter of the Edharth family, who was said to be the best in the Heter Empire.

There were three older brothers, and Alicia, the last child, was not loved by her late mother who gave birth to her, but she was cherished and raised by her father and brothers as a precious princess in the family.

That’s right.

That’s the precious golden spoon that I have dreamed of.

“Nooooohhh!”

It was a scream that I couldn’t even pronounce properly.

It’s the golden spoon that I’ve been longing for.

She is a precious person who was raised with love and affection, so why is she in such a shabby place with the familiar smell of poverty?

I screamed once again as I read the next densely written article.

<…Princess Edharth, who believed in the power of the family was arrogant and complacent, conspired to attempt to assassinate the crown prince.

Although she was fortunate to have failed her attempt, she has continued her vicious behavior since then. They decided to exile her for her crime, treason of attempting to assassinate the crown prince, which is no longer forgivable.

Even after the assassination attempt of the prince, she was only exiled because of the power of her family, the Duke of Edharth…>

I quickly skimmed through the article and turned over to the next page.

The writing was similar even if I turned to the next page and the next page.

Most of the articles were about the evil deeds of ‘Alicia Edharth’. The Heter Empire became a flagship for her evil deeds that appeared endlessly, wave after wave, and it was regarded as a shame of the Empire, saying that it would be recorded in history books.

“Why?!”

I shouted while pulling my hair out of resentment, but no one was stopping me nor listening to me.

It wasn’t someone else’s story. It is all about the story of  ‘me’ Alicia.

It was just the story from a month ago!

I was a well-known villain on the continent and I was even given the title ‘the villain of the time’, it was a very bad year.

‘Atleast!’

Alicia, who was deported from her homeland, was sent to the enemy country, the Vald Empire, as a spirit of reconciliation.

It has been a war that has lasted for more than 100 years, and once every 10 years, a reconciliation is, so there was a brief truce.

Death penalty within 10 years! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

It seemed that the judge’s firm words were heard somewhere, hitting the gavel like a scene from a movie.

The reconciliation spirit was not much different from a death penalty, which was literally thrown away.

If war broke out again, she was just a hostage to be thrown away, so Alicia, who would be expelled for her crimes, was a good target.

“Granting my wish, bullshit.”

It was unfair. I wasn’t born again, but similarly, I got a new life, and I can’t believe it’s such a fortune.

How big did I even wish.

For Alicia, the only person she could trust was her husband, who was married by arrangement. However, her married partner, Kion, has the status of a sickly eighth prince who was almost abandoned in the Vald Empire.

‘That’s why the room looks like this.’

Looking at the smell of poverty that cannot be hidden and the traces of poverty that cannot be separated even after looking everywhere, I tightened my lips.

In the Vald Empire, where the fight for the throne was fierce, the prince who could not even participate in the struggle meant that he had no ‘power’.

Kion was not involved  in the fight and was not treated as a prince.

It is said that after he reached the age of 17, his coming of age, he was given a manor far away from the imperial capital, and his shadow has not been reflected at the official ceremonies since he left the imperial palace.

‘The long-forgotten prince was presented as an object of reconciliation… Are you trying to keep me in check?’

I glanced at the white tiger, lying on the floor and closing his eyes.

The beast who didn’t open his eyes to all kinds of cries seemed to have gotten quite used to me within a week.

‘Sigh… there’s no other such dirty fate.’

If there is marriage once every 10 years, wouldn’t we live for five years even if we can’t?

If you’re going to die soon anyway, you can enjoy it as much as you want.

But my situation made it impossible to do so.

‘Even if you have a young body that can’t play well…’

I clenched my blanket, which still smells musky.

Poverty

Why don’t it fall apart from it even after getting a new life?

What would you do if you were a prince. What’s the point of being a princess from a prestigious family recognized by my status?

I don’t have money!

“Dwam ith.” (Damn it)

She cursed in a voice that still felt a little guilty.

Then the white tiger, who had been sleeping well, opened his eyes.

I knew for the short time we had together that the ferocious beast had no will to harm me, but the gaze of an animal ten times my size was still frightening.

It’s a human instinct to survive.

But the white tiger didn’t open his eyes because I cursed.

At an amazing timing, Kion opened the door and came in.

Perhaps he knew in advance that his owner had come.

“…Did you understand a little bit?”

He put the tray in his hand on the table and glanced at the book lying on the floor. I’m not sure if it’s a book, a magazine, or a newspaper. Because it seemed like he was tying up a lot of things. Maybe this guy made it too.

It seemed to ask if I knew about myself.

I knew it.

However, it would have been better not knowing.

“Wash idh rweal?” (Was it real?)

“…”

“I’m rweally… a bwad pwerson?” (I’m really… a bad person?)

What I said with a short tongue was hard even for me to understand.

However, Kion nodded as if he understood.

There was no change in his expression, but it was a clear confirmation sign.

I had no choice but to despair more.

It feels like even a glimmer of hope has disappeared.

This body was such a bad girl.

And very bad too.

“…Bwu- bwut I dwon’t rwemember.” (Bu- but I don’t remember)

Even if I tell the truth that I’m not Alicia, Kion won’t believe me.

At times like this, pretending not to know is the answer.

It was the original Alicia who did something bad, not me.

Of course, I wasn’t sure if he would believe me.

There was one thing I was sure of.

That Kion won’t be interested in whether I’m a bad girl or not. It was my judgment of Kion, who I observed for a week.

This man was taking care of me for some reason, but he didn’t pay much attention. He didn’t show any signs of surprise about my younger body.

Kion, who exudes a languid and bored atmosphere, said as he looked at me hesitatingly.

“You don’t have to remember.”

“…Huh?”

“It’s not the memory you need right now anyway.”

He wasn’t wrong.

As expected, Kion was not very interested in me.

‘It’s a marriage with the villain of the time, but he did not object, and considering that he even saved her life… He’s a bit of a good person.’

He said he was sickly, so I thought he might have a weak heart.

“Bwuuut what if I mweet pweople I know?” (But what if I meet people I know?)

“…Do you mean you’re going to go out looking like that?”

Kion’s white hair flowed to the side. He tilted his head and scanned my whole body.

The glance was particularly short.

“Huh?”

“…”

“Ah.”

“It’s impossible. I don’t think you can.”

“Ah!”

I wanted to say ‘Ah right-’

Alicia was a mature 20-year-old adult. But what do I look like now?

I was only seen as a four-year-old child.

Going out like this, who would have thought that I was the villain of the time ‘Alicia’.

“Memories will return when you get used to your body.”

It’s fine if it doesn’t return though, since I think it’ll only bother me if I have bad memories of doing evil.

If I had no choice, would I drink extreme poison myself? It is unknown whether she committed suicide because she could not accept her situation, or whether she repented of her sins and ended her life. I don’t really want to know.

“First of all, it’s better to take care of your body first. Since that body is… weak.”

It’s inevitable because she drank extreme poison.

In addition, her immune system is low because it’s a body of a child.

I don’t know because I’m still in bed now, but it’s obvious that there will be many defects in my body.

“…If you need anything, you can tell me.”

Kion said after hesitating for a while.

The expression was still expressionless, but there was a warmth in the words.

Are you taking care of her because she’s your wife? But her body became younger though?

It seems like a father and a daughter rather than a couple.

But we don’t look alike.

Looking at me without an answer, Kion asked again with a languid voice.

“Is there anything you want?”

I was reading the room wondering if I could really say what I really wanted.

He slowly got up from his seat as if he didn’t want to talk.

On the table was the porridge, the meal of the day he brought in.

I’ve already eaten porridge for a week. It’s just white porridge that doesn’t contain abalone, vegetables, or meat.

“Thwere ish! Thwere ish!” (There is! There is!)

I thought of the week when I ate only white porridge three meals a day, so I grabbed his arm as he was about to get up.

Kion ambiguously stood up, his eyes touched me.

I hesitated. He asked me to say what I wanted, but can I really say it?

Honestly, he saved me, somewhat took good care of me, and I feel something friendly, but can I say it?

“…Alicia.”

“Ye…es?”

“Say it.”

He urged me to answer as if he was seeing through what I was thinking.

I closed my eyes and said, grabbing the hem of his clothes more tightly.

“I- I wan tu eat mweat!” (I- I want to eat meat!)

I felt a hot gaze above my head. The plump fingers holding the hem of his robe trembled. I bowed my head out of shame.

I thought I would know without seeing, Kion was clearly looking at me with his unique boring gaze. The back of my head was about to be pierced.

When I slightly turned my head out of shame and opened my eyes, I made eye contact with the white tiger lying face down in the living room.

It may be my illusion, but at the moment, the white tiger seemed to be smirking and laughing.

Damn it.

However, I wanted to stop eating the white porridge that made me sick just by looking at it.

Notes :

Im sorry Alicia… But I’m laughing too pfft-