Chapter 1
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Dim candlelight.
Damp ground.
A gloomy dungeon.
Clad only in a thin undershirt, a young blonde girl, is suspended by chains at her wrists, blindfolded, kneeling on the ground in an utterly humiliating posture.
The girl occasionally lets out muffled groans of pain she cannot suppress, yet she dares not cry out loud, lest she irritates her master.
Within the room, a host of maids silently bow their heads, unable to bear looking directly at the pitiable blonde girl, and even less at the instigator of it all.
Roy Aynbraid.
The sole heir of the Eastern Frontier’s lord. A cruel and despicable noble brat.
Mediocre in extraordinary powers, and even more so in personal virtue.
Such a scoundrel, yet he is their master.
However, what they do not know is…
In this dungeon, at this very moment, the most bewildered, the most desperate, the most helpless is also Roy Aynbraid.
Or rather, the ‘Roy’ who has just become Roy Aynbraid.
Just last night, he was playing a visual novel, how did he wake up this morning having crossed over?!
Roy would never mistake the scene before him.
A medieval-style dungeon, a blonde girl bound in chains.
This was the opening scene of the R18 yuri gal game he played last night, “Angel’s Rondo”!
To cross over, cool!
To cross over as the villain, crap!
That’s right, the Roy Aynbraid who shares his name, is the villain of this game.
And the blindfolded, chained, kneeling blonde girl before him is the protagonist of “Angel’s Rondo”, the future fated saintess, Alice Angelia!
In the original story, Alice grew up as an orphaned child laborer, later sold by traffickers to an auction, and finally taken in as a maid by Roy.
But it was after becoming Roy’s maid that Alice’s nightmare truly began.
“Angel’s Rondo” is a classic tale of a heroine’s triumph against all odds.
‘Villain Roy’ is positioned like the wicked stepmother in Cinderella, the evil queen in Snow White.
Roy, the worthless young master, bullied outside, comes home to take it out on Alice, a standard loser.
Poor Alice, barely clothed, never full, sleeping in a cold, dark corner, enduring endless beatings and humiliation.
Yet, as the protagonist, she later encounters many beautiful female companions. With their help, she awakens her angelic lineage, achieves transcendence, and ultimately delivers a chilling blow to Roy, living happily ever after with her yuri harem.
Congratulations, congratulations—
What’s there to celebrate!
It was indeed satisfying to pop champagne when defeating ‘Roy Ainbraid,’ the scum and villain in the game. But now, I am Roy Ainbraid!
I certainly don’t want to be stabbed through the heart!
Roy breaks into a cold sweat just thinking about that bloody CG.
Of course, the galgame has multiple endings based on the choice of the love interest.
Roy hasn’t completed all the endings, but from what he’s heard, no matter the ending—even in the worst original ending where Alice doesn’t end up with any love interests, she ultimately fights to the death with ‘villain Roy’ in a desperate exchange.
No matter the choice, according to the original plot, it’s a dead end for him…
“Master, is there a problem?”
Just as Roy is in utter despair, he suddenly hears a maid inquire from behind.
“Are you dissatisfied with this child?”
“No, no, no, I’m very satisfied.”
After hastily responding to the maid’s question,
Roy suddenly realizes something that should have been obvious.
There’s no such dialogue in the original work!
This isn’t a game, it’s reality. And I am not, nor do I have to become ‘villain Roy’!
Indeed, galgames progress the plot through different choices, but in reality, I have countless options!
Fortunately, the point in time I’ve crossed over to is the very beginning of the game, the moment I first meet Alice.
There’s still time.
The disgusting abusive plot hasn’t happened yet, and Roy hasn’t even swung the whip in his hand—originally, ‘villain Roy’ would have whipped Alice until her skin split open.
I absolutely cannot follow the game’s plot and become the ‘villain Roy’ who abuses Alice!
The current Alice has no grudge against me. As long as I don’t abuse her, take good care of her, and show concern and protection, perhaps she won’t hold a grudge against me. Instead, she might even feel grateful and repay the kindness.
In the original work, ‘villain Roy’s’ extraordinary talent was laughable, all thanks to drugs. Ironically, he also thought Alice was a lowly commoner, unworthy of him, unwilling to tarnish her chastity.
Little did he know, Alice is the purest angelic bloodline in a century, the future ordained saint of the Holy Light Church.
How strong are angels? Just look at the name ‘Angel’s Waltz.’
Across the entire continent, the angelic bloodline is the most elite supernatural bloodline, with future combat power enough to form an army on its own!
In other words, thinking positively, as long as I don’t become enemies with Alice, but instead befriend her and show her kindness, wouldn’t I have an invincible ally with the angelic bloodline in the future?!
With this thought, Roy turns his worries into joy, slightly lifts the corners of his mouth, and lets out a faint snort.
However, for Alice, blindfolded and with acute hearing, in this silent dungeon, that faint snort sounds like a chilling whisper of a demon in her ear.
The delicate and frail body of the girl shivers uncontrollably.
“Is it finally happening?”
During her captivity by human traffickers, Alice was no stranger to abuse and beatings. She was informed that her future would be as a plaything sold to a noble young master, where she would ‘enjoy’ treatment a hundred times more painful than before.
After all, traffickers dare not damage their goods too severely, but a noble master harbors no such concerns.
She had long given up hope.
What could she, powerless as she was, do against a noble?
Her life and death hinged merely on her master’s whim.
If resistance was futile, then endurance was her only option.
A scoff was followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Alice clenched her teeth, her body tensed, bracing for the unknown agony.
Perhaps the noble lord wouldn’t resort to brute force. Maybe he’d pull her hair. A branding iron? Water torture? Or a whip…
Whatever it was, Alice just wished for it to end quickly.
The footsteps halted.
The crisp sound of a lock opening, the shackles were undone, and Alice’s arms, hung up for so long, finally fell.
But in the presence of her master, she dared not move.
Perhaps it was just to facilitate the torment—
But the next moment, Alice felt her blindfold being removed, and a faint light drifted in.
Alice, regaining the light she had long missed, did not see the cruel, mocking face of a wicked young lord she had imagined.
Instead, it was a black-haired, black-eyed youth with a gentle smile, refined and even somewhat elegant.
Roy Ainbraid—as the rumors described, as dazzling as the brightest star in the night sky.
At the same time, Roy finally glimpsed Alice’s true appearance.
Her delicate golden hair disheveled and falling, her petite frame trembling slightly. Despite her pale blue eyes being dull and lifeless, her youthful cheeks indifferent and lacking luster, she appeared all the more melancholic and tender. Like an iris wavering in the breeze, or a crystal dulled in the darkness, she was pitiable and endearing.
Even though Roy, having seen the game CGs, was mentally prepared, the sight of Alice’s face still took his breath away.
This child was just too… adorable, wasn’t she?!
Not to mention that he, as the fated holy maiden, couldn’t harm her. Any normal person would hesitate to lay a hand on such a cute girl, right?!
‘The wicked Roy’ actually tormenting such a cute little angel, how naive!
Looking at the cute little girl before him, Roy instinctively wanted to ruffle the girl’s fluffy golden hair.
Alas, as soon as he reached out, he saw Alice tremble like a shocked deer, clearly dodging, silently averting her gaze.
Click.
Roy’s heart shattered, his hand frozen mid-air.
Indeed, the child was still very afraid of him.
There was no helping it, ‘the wicked young master Roy’ was known for his sadistic treatment of maids, a sinister and cruel reputation known to all, so the child’s fear of him was only natural.
But Roy quickly pulled himself together.
He was not ‘the wicked young master Roy’, nor would he meet the same end as in ‘The Angel’s Rondo’.
In the original story, ‘the wicked young master Roy’ never asked for Alice’s name, only calling her ‘**’ or ‘peasant’.
“My name is Roy Eynbraud,” Roy said with a gentle smile, half-kneeling before the girl.
“And you? What is your name?”
The girl looked up, bewildered, her pale blue eyes once again reflecting Roy’s handsome face.
“Alice.”
“That’s a nice name.”
“Alice, from today onwards, I am your master,” Roy said as he extended his hand to the girl.