Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 3

Translator & Editor: Latte

“The song that I heard in my sleep.”

The dreamlike melody, which seemed to be repressed in water, soon echoed throughout the room.

“I opened my eyes, awake from the scattered dreams.”

Aria’s singing guided the count to the River of Oblivion.

Her voice sounded like an ingenious fairy, a playful yet tangy tone.

Pizzicato.

He could hear the slender strings of a violin being plucked from somewhere far away.

“Gone, the mysterious night.”

At that moment, the song succeeded in capturing the count’s deranged heart.

This was the song of the Siren.

“Thi-this is ridiculous.” He said, astonished.

“No, it can’t be! How in the world are you able to…. Don’t tell me that Sophia…” the count proclaimed in disbelief.

It was beautiful and angelic, something he never thought he’d yearn in his entire lifetime.

‘That’s not all.’

The lyrics swam through his head like a wakeful dream, the notes soothing him, siphoning his entire being from within.

But at the same time, there was anger laced in her words, and a bloody smell filled the entire room.

This intensity was something he could not overcome; it seized and locked him in, just like an incurable poison disguised as an angel’s touch, ready to lead him to his morbid death.

He could feel it subconsciously.

‘They are both Sirens, yet the discrepancy…’

That song would make sane people deranged—a small voice, yet something that could bring the whole aristocrat under her feet.

Perhaps taking control of the empire was not an exaggeration.

“Let me hear once more! More, more….!” The count begged before stepping on a bottle of liquor and fell to the floor.

His bloodshot eyes set rigid on the siren as he outstretched his hand, trying to grip his figment of desire.

It was hideous.

Aria shifted her gaze upon his body and stared at him, her eyes filled with disgust.

‘To think that I was sacrificed for someone as pathetic as him. To satisfy the greed of those who know nothing but wealth and power. How stupid I was.’

Count Cortez.

He controlled his daughter, who knew nothing, with violence—compelling her into his bidding, things beyond imagination.

The violence he brought to her, still fresh in her memory. New bruises appeared on her body every night as they caused agony that could only be seen on the inside. She was terrified of him, but not anymore…

“My voice shall be the last thing you hear tonight.”

Aria’s cold words cleared part of the irrational haze in his mind.

“Wait! Th-this song is…”

‘Yes, you know this song well.’

It was the first song that he told her.

A song to deal with nobles who know things they shouldn’t know.

“You’ll forget everything.”

“No! What are you doing!”