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Fran (6 years old), a villainous noble, remembers his past life while laughing out loud.
To escape from a tough future, he ventures outside the mansion and engage in conversations with various peo...
As soon as I stepped out into the town, this happened.
Incredible. My bad luck was off the charts.
I, a noble, found myself cornered against a wall, facing a stick, about the thickness of a brown sugar-flavored wheat cake*. But I knew the deliciousness of that wheat cake. Why? Because I remembered my past life last week. *A/N: fukashi is the literal meaning. it's a stick-shaped sweets in Japan.
Let me give you a brief overview of how it all started.
It happened when I was shamelessly bossing around the servants, using my money and status.
"Are you the one responsible for making these awful apples? Should I punish you? Should I?"
"My apologies, Young master."
"No way! I won't tolerate this! If you don't want Father to find out, make apples without those brown spots! Right now! And make it look like you did it in the blink of an eye!"
"Y-Yes! Understood!"
"Nyahahaha! Run, run... Wait, huh..."
Just as I burst into laughter, memories from my previous life flooded my brain. I used to be a 17-year-old commoner, but somehow, I woke up as the 6-year-old third son of a noble family. Is this what they call "remembering your past life"? Anyway, facing my current situation—acting all high and mighty—filled me with embarrassment and discomfort. I had no choice but to crouch down and curl up tightly.
Afterward, I returned to my room and spent three days lying face down on the bed. The servants fretted over me, my two older brothers watched me closely by the bedside, and my father gave me a half-hearted pep talk, urging me not to be disheartened and to persevere. And then, it hit me again.
[Ascalon Empire War Chronicles.]
An RPG created by a minor game company. It was a fantasy game that combined romance and strategy, featuring the story of a hero who defeats the Demon Lord. And guess what? The Triaina family stood in the hero's way as rivals.
Wait a minute, that's us!
Our family name matched, and this was indeed the Ascalon Empire. Plus, I could use magic.
I am Fran Dux Triaina, the third son of the Duke's family.
In the future, I would be defeated by the hero, and my brothers would mock me as the weakest among the three siblings—the classic villain. Talk about bad luck.
For a week, I quietly grappled with confusion, feeling down. But then I resolved:
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"First, let's quit being the villain. Leave home and live peacefully in a neighboring country or something."
I knew about the secret passage in our house because of the game I played. My older brothers might not be aware of it.
