The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

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The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

Chapter 344: Nostalgic Days

After stepping out of the dorm room and following Lavienne over rooftops of the nearby houses, we gradually distanced ourselves from the crowded areas. By the time we stopped, we had arrived at a dilapidated place with just one crumbling abandoned house.

“What is this place?”

“This is the house we lived in before.”

“So this is where you lived before going to the Albani Count House?”

“Correct!”

As Lavienne said that, he walked alone toward the back, gazing nostalgically at the near-collapsing abandoned house.

“Actually, I’m not really a child of the Albani Count House; I’m one of the orphans picked up here. I think it was around the time I was seven.”

“So, you were not the only one.”

“Yeah. There were seven of us, including me. We helped each other out and somehow managed to live one day at a time, but one day the Albani Count came and picked us up.”

I actually knew about her past through everything I had heard from her before, but seeing her reminiscing made me pretend I didn’t know as I continued to listen.

“At first, I thought we would be able to live warmly with plenty of food together, but life doesn’t always work out that smoothly, huh? Now I’m the only one who could come back here.”

“Well, there’s often a catch with good things.”

“Ahaha, that was really true.”

Still, for kids around seven who were barely able to survive, having a nobleman suddenly appear and promise to give them a better life would make it understandable for them to follow him to live.

“Looking back, I guess that choice was the real mistake. The life that followed was truly hellish.”

As Lavienne said this, she pulled something from her chest and walked towards a nearby dead tree, crouching down to dig a hole.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a relic.”

“A relic? You mean, from the other six you mentioned?”

“That’s right! This is Kamael’s hairpin, and this one is Flora and Roland’s necklace. And this is Ryug’s bracelet. And this is Saryu’el’s glasses. Finally, these are Kushana’s earrings. We all bought them together the first time we went shopping after being picked up by the Albani Count.”

“So you were allowed to go out?”

“At first, yeah. They probably wanted to take away our rebellious spirit by treating us luxuriously.”

“I see, that makes sense.”

As Lavienne said, the simplest way to control orphans or children is to make them feel they never want to return to their previous life.

For example, by providing a more luxurious life for orphans, once they taste that life once, they won’t want to go back to their previous circumstances. Normal kids, too, will not wish to leave once they get used to having what they want easily.

By creating dependence on a rich and luxurious life, powerless children will listen through any hardships later on, gradually losing their individuality and turning into obedient dolls.

Children are easily influenced by their surroundings due to their rich sensitivity and lack of unnecessary knowledge, making them easy to control.

“So that hairpin you used daily belonged to the deceased Kamael, huh?”

“Yeah! By the way, I also copied Kamael’s appearance. I looked pretty cool, right? Also, when going on requests to other countries, I’d use the appearances of everyone else along with the relics.”

“Sounds like that was the case. What were the rest of them like?”

“Kamael was like our big brother, always sharing food with us when there was none. Flora and Roland were twins. They got along really well, often exchanging their favorite things. Ryug was close to my age but always bullied me. Maybe he just liked me and was being mean.”

“That’s true. Kids sometimes bully those they like, so that could be it.”

“Right?”

“And the other two?”

“Saryu’el was quiet and timid. He was younger than me and like everyone’s little brother. He loved reading, always buried in books since we were picked up by the Albani Count. Kushana was bright and energetic. She swore a bit, but at heart, she was kind. She was always there to take care of me and Saryu’el when we got sick.”

“I see. So everyone got along well.”

“Yeah, they did. Well, they’re all gone now, though. Alright, that’s done!”

Having finished burying the relics, Lavienne stood up, brushing off the dirt from her hands and stretching, letting out a deep breath.

“Hey, Lewis.”

“What is it?”

“You really know everything about me, don’t you?”

“Not everything, but I know a bit about the Albani Count House, your past, and your goals.”

“Ahaha. So, do you know who the first person I killed was?”

“I do. It was Saryu’el.”

“Wow, you really do know!”

“But I also know it was an accident.”

“Is that supposed to be comforting? But the fact that I killed that kid doesn’t change, even if it was an accident.”

If I were to sum up Lavienne’s past in simple words, it would be tragedy and despair.

This is just what she once told me, but at the Albani Count House, it seems that when deciding a successor, one must possess the skills of an assassin and magic only the head of the house can use.

Perhaps because of those special conditions, it’s not always guaranteed that biological children can succeed—their biological children can all die sometimes.

So, the historical heads of the house picked up orphans to broaden their choices, providing them the same environment as their biological children, raising them to increase potential successors.

As for the process of deciding the successor, step one is to provide rigorous training to the picked up orphans alongside the biological children to hone their assassination skills.

Step two, once training is over, it appears they adapt the orphans to use the magic only the head of the house can use by giving them the head’s magic power and blood over time, but doing so often leads to side effects like mental collapse or rampaging, and in the worst case, they fail to adapt and die.

Then comes the final stage: those who have adapted fight each other, and the one who remains as the strongest and most ruthless—worthy of being the head—can call themselves the next heir to the Albani Count House.

In other words, Lavienne is the sole survivor of that harsh and brutal environment, which means she has killed the other candidates.

“But you only killed Samuel among the six, right? The others either committed suicide or were killed by someone else, right?”

“That’s right! But I witnessed everyone’s death with my own eyes! So, whether I killed them or not doesn’t matter! Besides, I’m alive because of all those deaths, and since then, I’ve killed many more candidates. So, there are many bodies under my feet, and I can’t say I’m not at fault anymore!”

“So, you want to end it all and die yourself, huh?”

“Yeah. But because of the curse, I can’t die myself, so I want you, Lewis-kun, to kill me. You promised, so you’ll fulfill it, right?”

A curse. It’s like a cost for the special magic that only the head of the Albani Count House and their heirs can use, this curse manifests as the opposite of what one truly wishes when obtaining the special magic.

For example, if one wishes to be happy with a loved one from the heart when obtaining the special magic, that wish flips as a curse, leading to the death of the loved one and bringing unhappiness.

In Lavienne’s case, it seems she secretly wished to die, which backfired into a curse that made her absolutely live.

As a result, even if she attempted suicide, the curse’s effect prevented her from doing so, and even when trying to let someone else kill her, her body would act on its own to survive, making it hard for her to die easily.

“Well, it’s a promise.”

“Wow, thank you! I know it’ll take some effort, but I appreciate it!”

As Lavienne said that, she picked up the pitch-black scythe she had pulled out without me noticing, spinning it around and tapping it lightly on the ground.

“Well then, let’s get started.”

Thus, we faced each other at a different location, beginning a fight to fulfill a promise that had gone unfulfilled in the past.