The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today - Chapter 0: Prologue
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Chapter 0: Prologue

Chapter 0 Prologue

The man lounged on the long, colorful sofa, laughing slowly . His eyes were deep and transparent, like glass beads, and his hair a clear gray, reflecting the light .

His face looked like a prince from a myth or a storybook, he curled his eyes like a beast . The man said:

Sister .

As I was throwing an old book in the fireplace as firewood, I replied with a sideways glance:

Hmm?

Is there anything you want for your birthday thats coming soon? Like anything you need .

He sounded like he would listen to anything I said . I was shocked for a moment and my words were unclear .

Well

How about you dont kill me, and let me live a long life?

Not really .

My real intentions were the same as that thought, but I couldnt actually say that . You thought Id kill you? Its sad . You made me feel bad . Im dead . The man would probably say that as an answer, in a lively tone .

You never need anything . Just like when you hated it when I brought you dolls .

Its because they werent dolls . Youre just crazy . I laughed and ignored him . When he was young, he used to be so cheeky and mean, but not anymore . He grew up . I turned around in front of my grown-up brother .

By the way, its your birthday right after my birthday, right?

Yes .

18 years old, at last .

In this world, when you celebrate your 18th birthday, you will be recognized as an adult . My younger brother looked like an immature adult male when you see his face and physique, but it was only 15 days until he became an adult .

Yeah .

I was waiting for that day . My brothers coming-of-age and birthday party . It will be the first time that the heroine appears .

The heroine . Him . And a supporting role to make them shine . This world where it all exists is fiction . And on that fateful day, I will run away from here as soon as the heroine appears at the ball . I was lost in my imaginary escape plan . Then my brother smiled at me with a handsome face .

Sizzle .

The colorful old books that fell down before me and my brother burned as fuel for the fireplace . I wished for time to pass quicker .