How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

Almost instantly, a name popped into my head.

Sheila Hill.

This feeling of being able to use magic easily is exactly the same as when using magic in the maze she made.

But isn't that all an illusion?

I looked at my hands in confusion, could it be that I was dreaming?Everything that's happening now isn't real?

With such doubts, I fell into a dream. The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning was to perform a recovery operation on myself who had two more dark circles in the mirror. Almost instantly, my body appeared visible to the naked eye. Variety.

Oh, it worked.

Does that mean it's not a dream?

After confirming that this was reality and not a dream, my mood gradually became agitated. If I didn't remember that my husband was outside, I really wanted to shout a few times to vent.

After breakfast, I belatedly remembered something I had forgotten, or the magic wolf.

"Sir, where did you send Fenrir?"

"Since it wants to go home, I'll give it a ride." The gentleman said, "If you miss it, I can send you there too."

I shook my head without thinking, "No, I'll just ask."

After a pause, I tentatively asked again: "Sir, what are your plans next? Do you want to stay in Velesla or go somewhere else?"

The husband didn't answer me right away, his fingertips tapped the table rhythmically, which is his usual action when thinking.

I think, sir, he should go to the real brave man. The fake brave man has already gone to the Demon Realm. How long he will survive is still unknown. There is not enough evidence, but there is a real brave man out there. Who knows if it will be like the story What kind of adventures do you encounter in the middle of the game, you can fly directly from the first level to the full level if you open it, or get some magical artifact that will destroy the world.

Instead of waiting for the brave to become stronger and attack the door, it is better to find the undeveloped brave earlier and kill the threat in the cradle in advance.

I don't think there's anything wrong with thinking this way. People's hearts are biased. After knowing that Mr. is the devil king, I can't look at the demons with the same hatred as before.

Of course, although there is no way to stand on the side of the brave against the Demon King, if the Demon King has the idea of ​​destroying the world and ruling mankind, I will still help persuade him, provided that the Demon King is willing to listen to me.

I was still thinking about it, but I didn't notice that Mr. stopped tapping, and then I heard Mr.'s voice.

"Would you like to visit the Demon Realm?"

"...Eh?"

I was still a little dazed when I heard what Mr. said, but when I fully recovered, Mr. took my reaction as acquiescence, and took me teleported to the edge of the abyss.

Etc., etc!The plot is moving too fast!

I stopped my husband in time before he jumped down, and held on to his hand tightly to not let him go.

"I, are we really going to the Demon Realm?"

The gentleman turned his head to look at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Don't you want to go?"

I was choked, "I think so, but..."

The Demon Realm is your hometown and the place where you grew up. Of course I want to visit it, but it also depends on the timing, right?

I'm not sure if Mr. did this to show me the identity of the Demon King, but before he officially speaks, I still have to pretend not to know.

Thinking of this, I calmed down and continued: "Just the two of us ran to the base camp of the demons...isn't that good?"

The gentleman raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

"It's too dangerous." I said bravely, "It will be terrible if the devil finds out and treats me as an enemy."

The gentleman froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect me to say that.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"Sometimes I really can't tell if you really don't know or if you don't know. If I didn't know the truth, I might really be deceived by you."

My heart skipped a beat, not knowing how to answer this question.

"Know what?" I stammered.

Mr. hooked the corners of his lips, and showed me a charming smile that could almost captivate all living beings.

"Didn't you see it from the bell tower in the palace that day?"

OK, I'm done.

No no no, I think I can still save it!

"What palace and bell tower! I don't know!"

"Are you sure you still want to play dumb in front of me? Or do you think I will be fooled by your poor acting skills?"

"..."

Struggling and failing.

The gentleman laughed twice, looking at me with helplessness in his eyes.

"I thought that was what you wanted."

I faltered for a long time, but didn't say why.

I also thought this was what I wanted, but after what happened last night, I'm not so sure.

After a long while, I murmured in a voice that I almost couldn't hear clearly.

"...I just don't want to leave sir."

If I can get my husband's love by pretending to be a fool for a lifetime, even if it's just a fake show, I'm willing.

No matter how unwilling and uncomfortable it is, it is nothing compared to completely severing relations with my husband.

That's what I think now.

To my surprise, Mr. actually heard what I said, and he heard it clearly.

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

"I didn't!" I retorted without thinking, "Even if you drive me away, I won't go!"

The husband looked even more helpless, "Then what are you still worried about?"

I paused, showing an aggrieved expression.

"I'm just scared..."

"Afraid of what?" Mr. asked patiently.

I'm afraid you hate me for thinking that way about you.

I opened my mouth, but I still couldn't get out what was in my heart.

If I really want to say it, I will never have another chance, right?

"afraid of what?"

Mr. asked again, "Can't you tell me?"

The gentleman frowned slightly, as if he was very concerned about the answer to this question.

Looking at such a gentleman, I was suddenly in a trance.

But if I don't say anything, I can't stand beside my husband openly.

I don't know where the courage came from. When my husband called my name again, I pursed my lips and finally made a decision.

Raise your hands, close your eyes, hold your breath, and stand on tiptoes... I don’t know how many times I have rehearsed these steps in my mind, but actually doing them still makes my heart beat faster.

Feeling the soft and cool touch on my lips, I moved my eyelashes, but didn't dare to open my eyes, just hoping in my heart that time would pass a little slower, and then a little slower.

If possible, I also like that time can be frozen at this moment, but unfortunately I don't have the ability to stop time, so after maintaining this position for two seconds, I backed away before my husband got angry.

"Do you know now? My mood."

I slowly showed a poignant smile, obviously terribly frightened, but stubbornly refused to look away, not even daring to blink, for fear that the tears swirling in my eyes would fall.

When I felt the traces of wetness across my face, I knew I had lost, completely lost.

After that, I couldn't control my tears at all. The big teardrops kept falling from the corners of my eyes like broken pearls. It took me a lot of effort to restrain my sobbing instinct and barely maintain myself the last trace of the image.

However, the husband seemed to have not recovered from the kiss, and kept staring at me for a long time without moving, and only blinked like waking up from a dream when I started to cry.

"you--"

The husband looked at me hesitating to speak, with a complex expression on his face, as if he had been severely hit.

I twitched the corners of my lips and finished the second half of the sentence for him.

"I like you, not the love of teachers and elders, but the love of a woman for another man."

I raised my head, looked at Mr. without blinking, pretending to be relaxed.

"After knowing what I'm trying to do to you, are you still willing to keep me by your side?"

I have never felt such a hard time waiting, nor did I expect my husband to think for such a long time.

In my assumption, the possibility of being rejected after confessing my confession may be as high as 90.00%, and the remaining [-]% is my husband's sympathy and pity for me. I didn't say it clearly, but it is almost the same as a direct rejection.

I also feel like I'm being mean. Even though I don't like this relationship, I never thought of giving up. In order to make this crush last longer, I would rather hurt Fenrir who treats me sincerely. Time and time again, it failed its expectations of itself, covered its ears like a naive fool, and its eyes only saw the people it wanted to see.

I am the same now.

I opened my eyes wide, trying hard not to blur my vision by that layer of mist, and blinked when I couldn't, cleared the blur and repeated the previous situation again.

I don't know how long I can look at Mr. like this, so let's take this opportunity to watch for a while.

But the more I thought about it, the more sour my mood became, and the tears overflowed more violently. In the end, I couldn't hold back my voice anymore. Even if I bit my lower lip tightly, I couldn't stop the whimpering from the gap between my lips. Leak out.

Crying and crying, I finally gave up my patience, let go of all the restraints imposed on me, and burst into tears.

Unbroken tears made me unable to see everything around me clearly, I could only see a rough outline, even so I couldn't bear to look away, but I didn't want my husband to see me in such a mess, so I While covering my face with my arm, I left a small gap, which just blocked my husband's face. I was afraid to see him express disappointment and disgust towards me.

As long as I can't see Mr.'s eyes, Mr. must not be able to see mine either.

I don't know how long I cried like this, maybe it was only a few minutes, maybe it was a long time, until my voice became hoarse, and my eyes became hot and painful because of excessive wiping. Mr. still didn't move, neither He didn't come to comfort me when he left.

I became more and more desperate, and cried louder and louder, as if to attract someone's attention.

"I knew...you really already...hate me..."

I said while hiccupping.

"You bastard... big bastard... You said you would always like me..."

Before I could finish complaining about venting, I heard the voice of my husband.

"I didn't say anything, how did I become an asshole?"

My voice faltered slightly, and after thinking briefly about the meaning of this sentence, I began to speak nonsense again.

"I'm not a bastard... cheating people's feelings... I'm a heartless man!!"

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, my aunt has been here for the past two days and Cavin's condition is very bad. I went out to play with my family in the afternoon and didn't come back until [-]:[-] in the evening. I haven't released the update code until now...No surprises, the next update will be the day after tomorrow _(:з"∠)_