How To Put An End To The Villainess Deaths

Ch 1

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Third, Thirteen Years Old

It felt like a bad dream.

The pain that seared through her like her insides were on fire, the metallic tang of blood rising in her throat, the crimson liquid that spilled from her mouth, staining the hem of her dress.

Amidst the screams of the women, she clutched her neck. She heard the sound of a teacup shattering on the floor. Her vision blurred. In the midst of the excruciating pain, she lost consciousness without uttering a sound.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the hay in the stable. The scent of hay was strong, and she could hear the rain. Memories of her past life and her previous reincarnation flooded her mind with a sharp pain.

"Evelyn! Snap out of it!"

A girl with rose-red eyes shouted at her. Her long black hair, contrasting with her pale skin, was tied up haphazardly, and she wore old clothes. Despite that, thirteen-year-old Ruby was just as beautiful as Evelyn remembered her.

"I'm fine."

When she spoke, an excessively delicate and young voice flowed out.

She had returned once again.

A third life, too generous for someone as vile as her, another chance. For reasons unknown, she had reincarnated twice. Both the first and second reincarnations found her in the stable of the orphanage in Vilton, and each time, the red-eyed girl was there, watching over her with concern.

"Keep your head straight. The Viscount has his eyes on you, so if things go south, you have to escape. You can walk, right?"

Ruby looked at her calmly. Her slightly upturned eyes and red pupils, which had disdainfully shaken at the Viscount's unnecessary arrogance, were noble, quite unlike a commoner.

"You're wrong. We'll be caught soon."

They had run away from the orphanage because the headmaster had sold Evelyn to Viscount Royalt. The Viscount had been a long-time patron of Vilton Orphanage, taking children with him whenever he visited.

"Black hair, huh?"

The Viscount had said, his eyes wide with surprise.

'Because of this d*mned black hair.'

The Viscount pointed at her as if selecting an animal with unusual fur.

Viscount Royalt enjoyed hunting. Only after being dragged to his estate did Evelyn learn the horrifying secret of his hunting grounds. Instead of animals, there were children.

The nights in the hunting grounds, where wild animals cried out, the accommodations worse than the orphanage, and the children trying to stifle their sobs, the drawing room where they were summoned as prey, the smell of cigars and the worn, cracked leather sofa where they sat. The dark brown table and the scattered newspapers of the past few weeks.

One day, while cleaning the drawing room of the Viscount's estate, she saw her friend in one of those newspapers. It was Ruby. She, her only friend, was in a crowd throwing flowers.