Even if the Villain's Daughter Regresses

 

 

The impression he received at first sight was somewhat different.

 

Could that be why?

 

Sion, unlike others, gave Laila some time to leave her last words.

 

Perhaps because she was the last survivor in this mansion.

 

After dealing with Laila and leaving the castle, Sion will feel somewhat relieved. Definitely.

 

Laila’s last words were simple. A request to be spared. Sion let it slip out of one ear.

 

“Is that the end of your last words?”

 

“I still have a question!”

 

Her last words were longer than expected. However, Sion decided to listen until the end.

 

After giving her permission to ask a question, Sion paused for a moment, lost in thought.

 

What would be the first thing he would do when he left this mansion?

 

Yes, visiting the grave would be a good idea.

 

Since there’s no telling how long it will take him to complete his revenge,.

 

How many flowers should I bring?

 

A bunch…… is definitely not enough.

 

Since Asilli and Ray both liked flowers, they would probably fight over them.

 

Then two bunches—no, why don’t he just play it safe and fill an entire carriage?

 

Yes, connecting a carriage to a horse or a…

 

“If I had tried to prevent ‘that incident’ and your death ten years ago…”

 

Suddenly, Laila’s voice vividly pierced through Sion’s thoughts.

 

Sion stopped thinking and looked at Laila.

 

The incident ten years ago.

 

His death.

 

Sion’s eyes fluttered at those words.

 

She knew.

 

Laila Hildegarde clearly understood his grudge.

 

Ironically, Marquis Hildegarde, who had committed all the wrongs, seemed to have completely forgotten.

 

Sion was clearly agitated, but quickly regained his composure.

 

Honestly, the fact that Laila Hildegarde remembered the incident from ten years ago surprised him. He thought it was unexpected.

 

But so what?

 

Nothing would change. The reality remained the same.

 

Sion had still lost his family, and the woman in front of him was the child of the enemy who took his family away.

 

Sion’s eyes, which had stopped wavering, settled down.

 

He had listened to her last words enough at this point.

 

It is time to end his work in this mansion.

 

But just as he was thinking that, he was interrupted.

 

“You know you have a bad personality, right? If you don’t, you should know it now. You’re a hot-headed person.”

 

Laila suddenly hurled insults at Sion, then rolled off the bed.

 

Sion was taken aback.

 

Was it because of the insult? No, it wasn’t. In fact, objectively categorizing, Laila’s words didn’t even fit into the insult category.

 

Sion had already heard much worse curses and swearing on his way here.

 

However, as Sion watched Laila suffer on the floor after her outburst, his intuition warned him.

 

Dangerous.

 

Something was wrong.

 

Without analyzing the warning, Sion immediately approached Laila and swung his sword as she lay on the ground.

 

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Creak, creak.

 

Sion opened his eyes in a narrow, dark space.

 

Moreover, the ‘space’ was moving altogether.

 

Sion soon realized that the space wasn’t actually narrow but felt cramped due to other objects filling it.

 

Various items around him slightly collided with his body as the space shook.

 

After a cursory exploration of his surroundings, he immediately recognized the space.

 

‘A carriage baggage compartment?’

 

But why would he suddenly be in the baggage compartment….

 

It was then.

 

A voice that he shouldn’t have heard rang clearly in the air.

 

“Is this road an invisible gravel field, or have you forgotten how to drive a carriage?”

 

Sion squinted.

 

It was a voice he would never forget.

 

‘Marquis Hildegarde?’

 

The very next moment, the voice of what he assumed was the coachman’s reply crossed the partition separating the carriage’s seating and baggage compartments.

 

“I, I’m sorry, Your Grace. I will be careful.”

 

“I’ll give you one more chance. Drive properly. A coachman who can’t properly drive a carriage doesn’t need hands.”

 

“Y-Yes, Your Grace!”

 

Sion remained frozen like a stone, unable to move.

 

That conversation.

 

The carriage baggage compartment.

 

It was familiar. Sion had been in this situation before, surely.

 

…roughly around ten years ago.

 

Sion hurriedly felt his body, then paused again.

 

‘Too small.’

 

It was his body before he was resurrected in the temple.

 

In other words, his body at the age of ten.

 

‘What happened?’

 

An inexplicable event had occurred.

 

Why did he suddenly become ten years old, reliving the same situation he had experienced back then?

 

It’s as if he’s been transported back in time…….

 

For a moment, Sion chuckled to himself at the thought.

 

Return to the past?

 

Nonsense.

 

It was an absurd idea. It was nothing more than a delusion.

 

Thinking more realistically, the current situation was…

 

A dream. Yes, it must be a dream.

 

He is currently dreaming.

 

The only thing that bothers him is that he doesn’t remember falling asleep, but even so, it’s a dream.

 

He couldn’t think of any plausible explanation for his current situation other than that it was a dream.

 

Sion pondered on this.

 

Come to think of it, he’d heard of a disease that could cause a person to fall asleep without warning while going about their daily routine.

 

Could it be that he had it?

 

As Sion entertained this thought, a sudden wave of fatigue, like a rushing tide, engulfed him.

 

Drowsiness naturally accompanied the fatigue. 

 

As his eyelids grew heavy, Sion felt bewildered.

 

Sleepy.

 

How long had it been since he felt this way?

 

After awakening the power of the Heavenly Gods, Sion had always slept as a mandatory duty.

 

No matter how long he stayed awake, he never felt drowsy.

 

It must have been…

 

Sion resisted the drowsiness with some sort of defiance, but it was ineffective.

 

His eyes involuntarily closed.

 

His tired, young body succumbed easily in the narrow, dark space.

 

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He hoped that when he opened his eyes, he’d be in reality.

 

But Sion’s expectations were only expectations.

 

“Is this road an invisible gravel field, or…”

 

“I, I’m sorry, Your Grace. I will be careful.”

 

Sion was still in the carriage baggage compartment, and Marquis Hildegarde and the coachman repeated the same conversation Sion had before falling asleep.

 

‘Could it be a dream where the same scene repeats continuously?’

 

But some time later, Sion speculated that.

 

“We’ve arrived!”

 

The carriage pulled up to the Marquisate of Hildegarde and stopped.

 

As soon as Sion got out of the carriage, he was thrown into the underground prison.

 

A week later, he was released from prison, taken to the forest, shot with an arrow, and then…

 

“The descendant of the Heavenly God has awakened!”

 

He woke up at the temple’s altar.

 

Lying on the altar, Sion couldn’t even blink for a moment.

 

The anxiety that had sprouted at some point began to gnaw at him.

 

Could he really be dreaming?

 

What if.

 

If this wasn’t a dream…

 

[You insolent humans! This will be your last defiance!]

 

“……Haha.”

 

Sion laughed dryly.

 

He learned a new fact.

 

When faced with an excessively dreadful situation, humans – setting aside the question of whether Sion still belonged to the category of ‘human’ – often resorted to laughter.

 

Confronting a colossal evil god, Sion chuckled.

 

No, he realized.

 

This was no dream.

 

He was experiencing reality.

 

He had indeed returned to the past.

 

He still couldn’t believe it, and, to be honest, he didn’t want to.

 

The vicious aura emanating from the evil god pierced Sion’s entire body with the sharpness of thousands of needles.

 

Gripping the hilt of his sword, Sion looked up at the evil god.

 

“Let me ask you a question. Is it you?”

 

As he tilted his head, Sion realized for the first time that the evil god was enormous.

 

It was so big, in fact, that he couldn’t even see where its eyes were from where he was.

 

Of course, Sion had already fought the Evil God before, so he knew exactly where his opponent’s eyes were.

 

Sion glared into its eyes and spoke.

 

“Did you send me to the past?”

 

[What nonsense, human! If you’re trying to stall for time, it’s no use; just die quietly!]

 

“It’s not you, I see.”

 

If it’s not the evil god, then who is it…