MVS 1

Chapter: 1

She had an accident on her way home.

The blaring siren of the ambulance rang in her ears… and that was her last memory.

And when she regained consciousness again—

‘Am I… in a coma?’

Her arms and legs wouldn’t move according to her will.

No matter how hard she tried to move… all she felt was a strange sensation, like floating through water.

Then, not long after.

She felt an overwhelming pressure.

“Waaahhh!”

A cry so baby-like that it was hard to believe it came from her own mouth…

Wait.

‘…What?’

A baby?

She tried desperately to shake off the overwhelming sense of wrongness and focus her mind, but—

Her consciousness remained hazy and blurred.

“Sh-She’s the imperial princess!”

Even at the woman’s incomprehensible shout, the crying spilling from her mouth… showed no sign of stopping.

“Waaah, waaahhh!”

At the newborn-like voice coming from herself, which she simply couldn’t believe, she tried to open her eyes to check the situation.

‘My eyes…’

They won’t… open?

No matter how hard she tried, they wouldn’t open, and all she could perceive was—

“Waaahhh!”

—her crying leaking out of her throat against her will.

In the midst of the confusion, as she struggled to gather her thoughts—

“I did need an heir, but…”

A voice pierced her mind like an arrow.

“That man’s child… was not necessary.”

There was a cold, merciless voice.

“…Hmm.”

What she felt immediately after being born was the chill in the air carried by that voice—

“And just letting you… disappear like this…”

A hand rose toward her neck.

“…wouldn’t be so bad.”

She couldn’t properly see the person trying to touch her, but instinctively, the baby knew.

This person was trying to kill her.

‘No!’

She didn’t yet understand the full situation, but somehow, after the accident, she had been reborn.

And judging by the way the woman lightly wrapped her hand around a newborn’s neck…

The woman standing beside her was clearly trying to kill her.

‘I was just born, and now I’m going to die again?’

She hadn’t even realized she’d died before, but still—

Dying the moment you’re born is just not okay!

So, with her tiny trembling hand, desperately—

With all her strength—

“Ba… u.”

Tap.

She touched the hand of the one trying to harm her.

“……”

The person who had been trying to kill the newborn fell silent for a long moment.

Then, the baby’s barely opened eyes met hers.

“…Amethyst.”

Their gazes met directly.

The baby, who could barely see properly, felt a chill from the snake-like yellow gaze piercing through her blurred vision.

And at the same time—

“Hey!”

Anger surged up.

‘Are you seriously trying to murder an infant? Do you have no morals at all?!’

Perhaps she sensed the protest in the baby’s stare.

The snake-like slit golden eyes looked down at her, filled with unreadable intent.

They stared at each other for a long while.

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

As if her mood had changed, the woman now looked at the baby with clear indifference.

“Make sure she does not leave this palace until I permit it.”

She issued the order in an exceedingly gentle tone to someone who seemed to be a subordinate.

“Yes, y-yes! Your Majesty, Emperor Rosiate.”

The subordinate replied in a tense voice.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, the baby thought:

‘Rosiate? That sounds familiar.’

She realized the name of the woman who had tried to kill her sounded strangely familiar.

‘Where have I heard it?’

While she was pondering that, the maid holding her spoke in a trembling voice, daring to ask the emperor:

“Th-Then… the baby’s name is…?”

The maid looked extremely nervous even as she spoke.

But contrary to that tension—

“Sieta.”

The cold-faced emperor answered readily.

“Sieta von Ariache.”

She gave me my name—

Then, as if she had not the slightest interest in me, she turned and left the palace.

Staring stubbornly at her retreating figure, the imperial princess—no, Sieta—let out a relieved breath.

Whatever it was—

‘I guess I survived the immediate danger…?’

Having strained herself by narrowing her eyes in concentration, Sieta soon lost consciousness again.

* * *

Six years had passed since that day.

“Ugh…”

I was frowning deeply as I stared at what was essentially a forcibly stuffed textbook of history.

Because inside it—

Were pages filled with praise for my mother, the one who had tried to kill me six years ago.

The emperor of the empire.

Rosiate von Ariache.

Long jet-black hair, and yellow, snake-like golden eyes.

A cold but charismatic, upright appearance.

Looking at the book that vividly depicted her, Sieta scrunched up her young face.

‘A great benevolent ruler? Don’t make me laugh!’

Well, fine. History books only ever write the good parts.

But—

‘It’s not even just history books. Even the newspapers are always full of praise for Rosiate.’

Aren’t they sucking up to the emperor a bit too much?

Of course, from the citizens’ perspective, Rosiate might actually be something close to a good ruler.

It’s just that her personality in private life is completely broken.

Sieta pressed her forehead and began organizing the facts she had learned so far.

First—

This wasn’t an ordinary medieval Western world.

‘Right. I should’ve realized it was a romance fantasy the moment I saw my silver hair.’

Sieta grabbed her wavy silver hair and flipped it back.

‘And the name Rosiate sounded familiar.’

The reason she had felt that name was familiar even in a life-or-death situation was not just imagination.

Rosiate von Ariache.

She was the villain from the romance fantasy novel Sieta loved in her previous life,
“I Will Execute That Villain.”

‘She’s the villain!’

The very ‘villain’ referred to in the title—and the greatest villainess of the empire—was her.

Sieta had tried multiple times to deny reality and find proof that this was not the novel she knew.

But—

‘The empire’s name is the same. There’s no denying it.’

Being the villain was bad enough…

But of all people, her mother Rosiate was Sieta’s favorite character!

‘This is insane. Seriously.’

What’s wrong with having a favorite character?

Everything.

Because all of Sieta’s favorites were, without exception—

Objectively horrible people.

Well, villains are supposed to have terrible personalities, right?

But the Rosiate Sieta had read about in her previous life was bad enough to be counted among the top three villainesses in romance fantasy.

Her personality was completely, utterly broken.

‘And I’ve always had a thing for messed-up characters. Aaaagh!’

She only wanted to admire them from behind a screen, not face them in real life!

Favorites are meant to be loved safely from afar.

And worst of all—

In the original story, I Will Execute That Villain, Sieta’s identity was—

The only daughter of Rosiate von Ariache, who was falsely accused of treason and executed alongside her father.

Once Sieta realized this, she never tried to cozy up to Rosiate.

‘If someone already wants to get rid of me, wouldn’t acting cute just make her kill me faster?’

She had been born a princess—she had no intention of dying young.

‘Calm down. This isn’t the main problem right now.’

Sieta rummaged through every book in the imperial library.

She was desperate to find anything that could be considered Rosiate’s “weakness.”

According to the story, Sieta would definitely die by Rosiate’s hand on her coming-of-age day.

Charged with “treason”—whether false or real, she wasn’t even sure.

Then—

Before she gets cast aside,

‘I need at least some justification to strike first.’

No matter how urgent survival was, she couldn’t go down in history as an unfilial daughter who destroyed the peaceful era her mother built.

‘And in the original story, Sieta’s death wasn’t even described in detail.’

It was only briefly mentioned, in the explanation of Rosiate’s atrocities, that she had mercilessly killed even her husband and only daughter.

What if the treason charge wasn’t false, and she really had attempted rebellion?

‘I have no intention of fulfilling the novel’s prophecy by actually rebelling.’

Just imagining it sent chills down her spine.