Chapter 1
So, I miraculously came back to life.
One moment, I was dying as a sacrifice for the sealing ritual, bleeding out in a filthy prison. The next, I blinked—and all my wounds had vanished, replaced with the sight of a mansion’s reception room.
When the familiar place unfolded before my child-sized eyes, a faint sense of déjà vu tickled my memory.
“Wait… don’t tell me…”
Was it because, at the moment of death, I recovered the memories of my previous life?
Now that my Korean self was back inside me, I couldn’t help but make a sour face.
I didn’t have many happy memories before getting thrown into this book, but I did have plenty of useful knowledge. For example—things like regression.
“I really went back to the past?!”
A mukbang streamer. A transmigrator without memories.
And now, after regressing, a transmigrator with memories restored.
Having lived three lives in total, the only thing I’ve gotten better at is reading the room.
I frowned at the figure reflected in the glass window.
“Judging by this look, it’s certain.”
Messy silver hair. A face smeared with grime. Everything was exactly the same as before.
I had returned to being the nine-year-old Revieta, thirteen years ago, when I first stepped into the hellish Duke Grimroar’s mansion.
Back then, I hadn’t even been given the Grimroar name yet.
I was nothing but an orphan from the slums. The only reason I ended up in a noble household was because, just four days after being adopted, I was sold off to pay gambling debts—instead of livestock.
“Thrown into this damn novel twice already! Ugh. Guess transmigrating into a side villainess was my mistake.”
In the war-themed novel The Real One Never Dies, the side villainess was hopelessly vile and stupid.
“Revieta is the empire’s prettiest piece of trash.”
She spent her whole life jealous of her younger sister, who possessed all the talent, and she hated the saintess—who stole away her unrequited love—so much she wanted to kill her.
Unfortunately for the empire, this villainess had the backing of the highest noble family. So whenever Revieta Grimroar indulged in luxury or cruelty, the entire empire suffered.
And yet—being disowned after trying to steal her sister’s abilities, failing to assassinate the saintess and becoming a slave… these were considered mild compared to her worst crimes.
The infamous villainess Revieta committed the heinous act of sealing away the Archmage himself…
The novel hadn’t lied, but it hadn’t told the whole truth either. Because the Revieta I had lived through had a far more miserable life.
“This time will be different.”
This life, I’ll film a proper villainess mukbang of revenge—paying back every ounce of suffering my enemies gave me!
Resolved, I turned toward the corner of the reception room, where two little sisters had been quietly sobbing for a while now. At best, they looked around six years old. Huddled together, trembling shoulders shaking.
“Hey, kids.”
Like me, they had been sold off in place of debt payments. Their terror was written on their faces—their complexion pale, almost greenish, as if they couldn’t even hear my voice.
Sighing, I approached and shook the coin pouch in my hand. It wasn’t much—just an emergency stash meant to help cover the missing sum. But it was enough to pay for a carriage ride.
“Take this and go to the Atulem Orphanage in Pineden. You’ll be safe there until you can manage on your own.”
“W-Why are you helping us?”
The older sister stepped forward, shielding her sibling. Her wary, tearful eyes trembled, though she was forcing herself to be brave.
The sight stabbed at me—it reminded me too much of myself back then, desperate to play “big sister” for her, even while afraid.
“You’re way too young to face the devils of Grimroar.”
“You’re young too…”
“I may look like this, but I’ve been through hell and back. I’ve even met His Majesty the Emperor—ah, well, he’s still just the Crown Prince at this point. I’ve talked with the Archmage too. Do you even know what an Archmage is?”
“Uh… n-no.”
“Well, I know. So take this and hurry to Pineden.”
Overwhelmed by my confidence, the girl reluctantly accepted the pouch. After sending her younger sister ahead, she paused at the door and asked one last question.
“What’s your name?”
“Revieta.”
“Thank you, Sister Revieta!”
She suddenly hugged me tight. I’d always been quick with snark, but never knew how to handle gratitude. So I just gave an awkward little wave.
“Yeah, go on now. Watch out for pickpockets.”
At least the Atulem Orphanage was run by a reliable headmaster. They’d have a better guardian there than the scum who sold them for money.
Once the matter was settled, I let out a sigh of relief and lounged arrogantly on the sofa.
And then, not long after—
The door to the reception room was flung open, almost at the exact moment I crossed my legs. A maid with her hair tied in a harsh ponytail stormed in, scowling.
“So the filthy rat crawled in here without fear. No wonder you’ve grown so bold! You! How dare you plant your dirty backside in this place?”
The instant her eyes found me, she started screeching.
