idk bro gimme a break

Evil? That's my name

Seeing the man beneath his feet, grunting and resisting to the chains attached to his neck.

Kaedehara Kazuha knelt before the Balledeer in despair.

A man who did nothing but try and protect the country he lived. A man full of kindness and forgiveness.

To see him on the floor, beaten up and fully subdued.

A smirk became visible on his lips. The balledeer found this situation amusing.

Truly a delightful sight.

The Balledeer, Scaramouche, formerly known as Kunikuzushi, was a descender. A person who lived a life in a different world before this one. His modern take didn't necessarily change anything. He knew how cruel his actions were to this supposed side character, Kaedehara Kazuha.

Scaramouche had always been different.

In his past life, he was a troubled child, a good for nothing son, a psychopath. He had always been terrible.

And being reincarnated as someone with that job?

Why would he hate it?

"Disgusting" He says as if he stepped on a measly bug.

Heavy pants, rag tagged kimono, and his sword inches away from where he lies. Kaedehara Kazuha was trying to get on his feet and fight.

Pathetically so, he can't even stand.

"Kaedehara, just accept your fate" Scaramouche steps on Kazuha's wrist, injuring the samurai even further.

He screams.

His voice that sounded like the harsh waves from a storm, it all crashed down the Balledeer's eardrums.

So, that's what his voice sounds like. What a waste.

"Interesting, you're wailing in pain yet your scream sounded serene" Tone undoubtedly mocking Kazuha. There wasn't any remorse found in his tone rather he thinks this information is amusing.

He can definitely see Kazuha's charm now.

Before this world, Scaramouche followed the adventures of a traveler named, Aether. They exists in a webtoon, a simple pass time to keep him entertained. He saw their ups, their downs, and their happiness. Though it was enjoyable to read these types of shits, still, Scaramouche thought it was too imaginative. Heroes obliterating a catastrophy without any casualties? A fantasy, because it is.

But to be in this setting, if it were real, it would have been entirely impossible to leave a war without any scratch.

Someone should have died.

There shouldn't be a happy ending in the story, it's plain ridiculous.

Scaramouche still read it. He was curious whether his prediction was going to come true. But in the end, he was mocked. He was entirely wrong. The characters lived their lives.

It felt so unfair.

But to invest his thoughts in such measly work, who says he's gonna let that piece of junk affect him? Scaramouche brushed it off. It still lingered in his mind the next day he couldn't help but feel... envious.

Perhaps that's the moment he felt like he truly didn't have control over his own life. So, the story was engraved in his mind, along with the regrets and loneliness.

Until, he died.

Kunikuzushi died, Scaramouche lived.

Transmigrated, reincarnated, or resurrected.