Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 1: What a Darned Sweet Death Flag I Have

"Her name is Alicia. She'll be your little sister from now on, Roel."

In a lavishly decorated room stood a handsome yet frail-looking middle-aged man. He held onto the hand of a silver-haired girl as he introduced her to a well-dressed, black-haired boy standing before him.

The middle-aged man was known as Carter Ascart, a marquess of the Saint Mesit Theocracy. He served as the Chief Magician of the Holy Knight Order, as well as the patriarch of the Ascart House. He was also the father of Roel Ascart, the stunned 9-year-old boy standing before him at this very instant.

Roel Ascart was the sole son of this noble family. He had dignified facial features and a head of slightly long black hair. Standing at just under 1.5 meters tall, he was considered to be on the shorter end, especially among the nobles of this country. His skinny physique also revealed his lack of physical training. However, the noble education that he had undergone from a young age gave him a composed and quiet disposition, which gave most people a fairly good first impression of him.

This, however, was nothing but an empty facade.

In truth, Roel was infamous as a little tyrant. Young as he was, he had a long list of misdeeds to his name. Even the servants of the marquess' house would pale whenever his name was mentioned.

And it was such a little tyrant that was currently staring at the little girl who was soon going to become his adopted sister. The golden eyes that he had inherited from his mother had narrowed tightly, and his complexion looked awful. His body was as stiff as the sculpture standing tall above the water fountain in his family's garden.

"Roel, what are you doing? You're scaring her!"

Noticing Alicia cowering behind him with a frightened expression under the pressure from Roel's intense gaze, the middle-aged man howled at this troublemaker of a son of his.

Your looks are your only redeeming feature, and even they're ruined when you act like such an arrogant little villain!

Do you have to behave in such a manner?

I know that Alicia is beautiful, but you're the son of a marquess. Where in the Lord's name have the manners your etiquette teacher taught you gone to?

Carter Ascart was clearly embarrassed by his son's behaviour. He raised his hand with an intent to give his son a whopping, but barely after he raised his hand, the image of his deceased wife flashed across his mind. After a short moment of hesitation, he eventually put down his hand with a deep sigh.

"Cough cough. Alicia, it would appear that your brother Roel is exhausted. I shouldn't have put him through so much magic training earlier."

As Marquess Carter put down his pride to help clear up the situation for his darned son, he discreetly gestured to the maids by the side. The sharp-witted maids immediately stepped forth and brought Roel back to his room to rest.

It was then that Roel finally heard the strained voice of a little girl behind him.

"I-I'm alright. It's not father's fault..."

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Roel Ascart was really doubting his life at the moment.

It was because he had transmigrated to this world. Or to be more exact, he had just remembered the memories of his previous life.

Roel, a heterosexual male, had been a twenty-year-old university student from Earth. He was born to an average family, and he didn't have any extraordinary experiences in romance either. To summarize, he was an ordinary person. If one had to point out something that was different about him, it would be that he was practically a NEET. He liked to spend his time reading novels and playing otaku-esque games.