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Published at 23rd of November 2022 06:23:58 AM


Chapter 2: Prologue 2 - Villain Warlord

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My name is Ekaterina Yurnova. The daughter of the proud Duke of Yurnova family.

(Uh, that's the name of the villain warrant lady in the maiden game. Your brother is Alexei, isn't he? only first name was imperial russian-style world)

At the age of fifteen, for the first time in his life, he left the Duke's territory to come to the Imperial Capital in order to enroll in the School of Magic. Until six months ago, when I was locked up with my mother, the world was too big for me to be afraid of.

(Eh, what's claustrophobic about that? It didn't say it in the game settings)

The Duke of Eurnova family is one of the three main dukes. The first Sergei became the brother and most loyal servant of the Empire's founding Father Piotr. It thus gave the Empire's leading vast and rich territory. Many times he has given birth to the Empress and given her the descendant, maintaining her noble lineage, boasting enough character to give the Emperor out, in case the Emperor did not give her inheritance. Me and your brother's grandmother, too, were princesses.

(Seriously, awesome. Is it like Yoshizo, General Eight Generations, came in for adoption from the Keizhou Tokugawa family during the Edo period? Your house was super famous like Mizo Tokugawa)

My grandmother was proud and stern. Though the Duke and Duke of Yurnova, the Crown Princess's grandmother is a distinct being, at the heart of it all. He lovingly loved his father, his only son, and hated his mother for letting him in from the Marquis family...

I have never met your father. I hear that your father never came to your mother after I was born. I haven't seen your brother in a long time, either. Because she was picked up by her grandmother as soon as she was born and was not allowed to see her mother.

My grandmother didn't care for me, my daughter, so I was with my mother the whole time. Still, although it was good when I was little, my life was getting tougher and tougher, I was not allowed to leave the Duke's Separate Mansion, I lived with my mother in a cold mansion, even lacking in meals and clothing.

(Were you!? What's that, Hide, daughter-in-law snoring? Absolutely not! What's the princess, fucking Baba!

Your mother always told me. You must be an empress... and even my grandmother will have to bow her head to me. When you can do whatever you want. So be sure to meet the prince and be the queen. Then get my mother out of here. That's what he said, he cried all the time. With a face just like mine, which retained its beauty but was finished.

(Damn, I was chasing the prince for such a heavy reason... sorry about that)

My mother, who had originally tended to be ill, had been unable to leave her bed almost all day by the time I was ten years old.

I looked out the window of your room, except when I visited your mother. All you can see are a few servants and the trees in the woods that change color from season to season.

But very occasionally, there was a line passing in front of the mansion.

It was my pleasure to see it. Do you even go hunting, because the center of a group where a man stood out was me and a boy who seemed too old? There were no other children in the mansion, and it was only then that I saw them. The watery haired, beautifully faced boy stared at this one until he always passed by.

(Brother...... I'm sure you missed your mother. Baba won't let me see him, so at least he's close, but he can't even see him and just passes by...... Ugh, damn Baba is perfect!

Such a life ended six months ago to be plumply cut off.

A messenger from the Duke's mansion appeared at the separate mansion, where he was always quiet, and told him - that your father had died suddenly in an accidental accident, and that your grandmother had died following him.

And he said it was the order of the new Duke, and he shoved me and your mother into the carriage. I couldn't help but sleep with my mother. Shaken by my first carriage, I desperately encouraged and rubbed my mother, but by the time I reached the Duke's residence, her mother had developed a high fever and had become unconscious.

The butler at the Duke's residence who welcomed him saw such a mother, turned pale and scolded the messenger, but he couldn't take it back anymore. Though the butler immediately arranged for a doctor to bring his mother into the Duke's residence, her face, lying on a luxurious sleeping table, was too white to look alive already.

It was at this time that your brother rushed into your room.

But I didn't realize it was your brother who showed up. I had the impression that he was very tall and had severe monoculars, and I thought he was a much older, adult man.

Mother opened her eyes.

And when I saw your brother, I spilled tears.

"Finally... come, please. Dear Alexandre…"

It was your father's name I called.

Your brother froze for a moment. But I said it gently.

"Sorry...... Anastasia"

That was your mother's final period.

That's why your brother has never been called by your mother in his own name.

(Ku...... so crying -! Brother poor thing, you had a tough time too)

Yes, the truth is, your brother should have been hard. I knew it.

But your brother, as Duke, has a perfect job. He performed his mother's funeral in a grand manner and seemed incredibly grown up with a good grasp of the territory and only two years old from me.

Your brother pities me and makes me very good. Big nice room, beautiful costume, lots of servants. From the time I was in a separate mansion, I let him live like a dream, and even after he went back to school, he wrote to me every once in a while and cared if there was anything he wanted or was not free.

... but I have never returned a word to my brother properly.

I don't need crap. I poke around, selfish, terrible attitude all the time. Even during my journey from the territory to the Imperial Capital, my brother was stubbornly silent, even when he spoke to me.

(I think it's the one who tries and acts. They say abused children do it. This guy is really on his side or trying to figure it out)

I don't think we should do this. But when I try to respond to my brother, I remember my mother's end, and somehow I feel angry.

(Because the person you spoke to at the end was your brother? You were confused and mistaken for your father?

I'm sure your mother didn't really want me either. I should have had my grandmother, father, mother, and even my brother. I wonder what it is.

(Uh... you're messing around.

Yeah. Beautiful things aside. When you smash it, you don't need kids and parents exist. Very few, though.

And if you're a great nobleman, you must be so elder. Rather naturally.

But your home is because your wife, Ibilixobaba, is the root of all evil, right?

Because your father is shiny, but your brother, your mother, you are a complete victim. If you're upset, pinheel and step on the paper with Baba's name on it, or jump kick it. If you hit your brother eight times, you must be hard too. Roots are such good kids, aren't they?)

Pin heels? hehe...... thanks.

But who are you?

(Yeah... I guess... I guess.

I think it's you)




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