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azura19 · 2 months ago
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Observation No. 1:
Why did Astral accept Yuma? He is just as crazy as he is.
Several wondered, many in fact warned. "If you accept Yuma, your life could be hell."
Ah, the threat was blunt. Nevertheless, Astral seemed happy. Very happy.
And even though Yuma had threatened his family, his beloved father Eliphas and his mother Aren; wrecked his car and even murdered his cat, Astral still looked totally delighted.
"Is he crazy?" they wondered.
But when they discovered 'that' secret, perhaps everything seemed to fall into place.
Was it normal for Astral to have a secret room upholstered with photos and Yuma's belongings in glass cases? With spy cameras in different angles of his own house to observe his lover?
No... That was not normal.
And although they tried to leave that day, only one lived to tell the tale.
The reason, why Astral, had accepted Yuma as his lover.
Astral, he was just as crazy, if not crazier, than Yuma.
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Do you imagine these are okay? My mind is very active. 😗😗🤗👌
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spiritualpuzzleshipper · 6 years ago
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Got a new keychain today! Now I have mu #yugiohduelmonsters OTP and my #yugiohzexal OTP together! I iz so happy 😍 #yugioh #Ilovealltheseries #keyshipping #puzzleshipping #yamixyugi #atemuxyugi #astralxyuma #theyarethesameshipIswear #Ikidyounot! #Ilovetheseboys #andmyspiritlikeboys #astralisanalienIguessthoughonlyumacanseehim #atleastintheseasonIamon #stilllovehim #andatemuofcourse #amiamimail #yugiohmail https://www.instagram.com/p/BwnojcxgiZU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=kfmuhcfmmjeg
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chibicrow · 8 years ago
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Yyaaaaaaay! You finished Zexal! It was a wild ride, wasn't it? I hope you enjoyed it! And I'm sorry for all the pain of watching your faves die. At least, they came back? So what is your favorite part of Zexal? Favorite ship? Favorite card? I know Astral's your favorite character so no need to ask that. Favorite number? Favorite Zexal form? Also, you now know who I consider card game Satan, instead of Zarc.
WILD. WILD AF. (as are all YGO series, but ZeXal was . . . a special brand of wild lmao.) 
Yup. All my faves came back, thank goodness. :’D THANKS, YUMA AND ASTRAL. 
Now, to answer your questions . . .
Favorite part: Not sure what you mean by part (like moment? arc? ???), but I will tell you every time Astral and Yuma reunited/reconciled with each other, I ascended to another plane of existence. THOSE MOMENTS WERE SO WELL DONE. 
Favorite ship: Honestly, I didn’t wind up hardcore shipping anybody but I do lowkey ship AstralxYuma tho. No thanks to any of those reunion scenes I referred to previously. 
Favorite card: Black Mist NANBAZU SANJYUUKYUU. KIBO OU HOPPU. Heaven’s Strings is a close second tho. 
Favorite Zexal form: 
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Honestly, 90% of the reason this form’s my favorite is because of the hair. BUT IT’S JUST SUCH A BADASS FORM OK. 
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assbutttotheworld · 9 years ago
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Crystal Kingdom -Yu-Gi-OH! FanFictionby AssbuttToTheWorld-
Hello ,
This is a FanFiction from my other biiiig main fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!.
Crystal Kingdom  by AssbuttToTheWorld for Selmor
Fandoms:  Yu-Gi-Oh! Series, Yu-Gi-Oh! , Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal , Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
Pairings: Yubel/Yuuki Juudai | Jaden Yuki Astral/Yuma OC/OC Tags: Alternate Universe, Comedy, Romance, Angst, Fear, Unrequited Love, Love, Historical, Fantasy, Boys Love
Summary    
Alternate Universe (Atlantis/historical AU): In another time, another life, Jaden Yuki and Yuma Tsukumo were princes of a land called Atlantis. Their lifes are completely normal, until a stranger is brought back after a war. And Yuma finds himself falling for him more and more. Yubel discovers his feelings for Judai and Yusei and Akiza don't know how to tell each other that they can't live without the other one. Yuma's bigger brother Dartz and his younger brother Yuuki have problems all on their own. And everything starts to get even more complicated as an evil entity starts to rise and throw Atlantis into chaos.
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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Hey, thank you if you made it this far!
I see you're a big fan of Keyshipping and Yu-Gi-Oh! In general, congratulations! If you're looking for good content this is the right place.
Next, I'll leave you one of my main projects, I hope you like it and enjoy it!
Title: Villain please don't die! Category: Yaoi, Drama, Tragedy, Fantasy, Romance, +18, sensitive themes, mature content, Period, transmigration, Mpreg. Couple: Keyshipping. Summary:
Astral, who had read transmigration novels, never imagined he would see himself in that situation. His life was over, but a new one was beginning in a novel in the glare of the moment. The problem. He couldn't go home. The second problem. This was a BL novel (a matter that was not relevant to him, as he was not exactly straight). And third problem, he was going to die soon.
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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Fanfic up!
Ding! ding! good things must be said three times!
And, finally the first chapter of my fanfic “Villain Please Don't Die!” (Keyshipping my OTP) was published. Ahhhh, you don't know how excited I am right now. It's totally amazing that after so much effort, this project is finally seeing the light.
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Why, you know? This fic is also in Spanish, but that it can now be seen in an English-speaking environment. It's fantastic! I thank those of you who are aware of it. I hope you like it as much as I did when I wrote and translated it.
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Oh, and if you like my work. Please support me! A heart costs nothing, haha.
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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Chapter 1.1:
The Nobility of a Villain
Once upon a time, in a land forgotten by time, there was a Duchy of vast territory and vast beauty.
There dwelt the Grand Duke, Elifas Encinereb and his beloved husband, Aren of Encinereb, two men who loved each other with all their hearts and who showed their love as openly as they cared for their people.
Their love story was known to many, the people loved them and they were praised for exactly the same, had no one ever heard of such benevolent and noble figures? Not to worry, society itself recognised them.
There was no corner of the Duchy that did not love such magnanimous beings.
And even within the nobility, there was sympathy for the couple and their actions towards their title and their power.
Surely this was a perfect and unprecedented marriage, what any good love story would wish to be.
Sadly, however, this is not the beautiful story of these two men who led with kindness and intelligence. Rather, of the fruit of their love.
The next Grand Duke Encinereb:  Astral Encinereb.
A beautiful boy with skin as fair as milk and hair as white as snow in winter. With an intelligence so high that it surpassed even that of his progenitor, his abilities in his studies and on the battlefield made many turn to him with admiration or suspicion.
This young man could very well be classed as the epitome of the cultured and the beautiful. But as was specific from the beginning, there is one detail that marks this story.
And that is the simple fact that the young man was neither the fittest nor the most willing to continue with his duties.
Yes, as you can imagine, this is the story of a Villain.
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A truly evil and greedy one who ended up in the worst way one could imagine.
Bringing his own family and Duchy to ruin.
Beginning his decadence once Astral Encinereb became obsessed with none other than the protagonist of this novel: ‘Michael Arclight’. 
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A handsome young man, who had the misfortune to meet the villain, and thanks to his aura full of purity, caused his world to turn upside down.
Being harassed to the point where he almost ended his own life in order to be free, the power wielded by Astral Encinereb being enough to harass him to such a degree.
It all seemed to be a dark novel until the timely appearance of the second protagonist of the story and the love interest of the first protagonist: Vector Varian.
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A talented swordsman who managed to become Chief of the Empire's forces, and who saved him in many ways, acting as a shield to ward off the Villain who, filled with rage, tried by all means to kill them both for such ‘betrayal’.
He abandoned his Duchy, helping the Villain's hidden and exiled brother to come out into the open to regain his position in the family. And whom, in a fit of rage, the Villain mercilessly murdered.
The domino effect inevitably fell on him. This helped the protagonists to rise triumphantly against the threats of Astral Encinereb, who, in his last strength, forced his own people to take up arms against the second protagonist.
He failed spectacularly once his own people rebelled against him.
The lynching and torture that followed at the hands of hungry peasants marked the end of the villain as the happily ever after of both protagonists. Concluding the whole story on two sides that led to melancholy for the couple of Dukes killed by the fruit of their love and a real joy to know that at least a new couple of Marquis was born.
Remarking that good will always remain above evil. No matter how dark it may be and no matter where it comes from.
That novel entitled, Flowers of Seasons, was and remained a great success in sales and other promotions in his honour.
So much so that...
Astral Mertencia.
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A simple boss of a small growing company dedicated exclusively to design and fashion; he was even tempted by curiosity to read it.
His name was used too, so why not take a look at it? Nothing would happen, besides a good reading moment.
And even though, even though, he didn't like those kind of novels. Especially BL. --Which was strange even for his boyfriend Yuma, who would scoff at seeing him do what he disliked, and that Astral would take it out on lover's hips. --It was never a reason to put that novel aside.
In fact, just as it happened to those who came to read it, Astral found himself enjoying the story and especially the emotional ending of the protagonists. That the villain got what he deserved at his own hand was also poetic, and what about the tragic ending, a delight. The story lived up to its popularity.
The novel was an outlet for his busy life, but like all good endings, the rest had to continue.
His cunning and intelligence, coupled with his kindness, helped his company to become a leader in an entire city. Success was a consequence of his actions and came inevitably, and perhaps this could have continued until, unfortunately, it didn´t.
Both he and his beloved were involved in a serious traffic accident. Tarnishing their great future.
The result was terrible, both, he and his future husband lost their lives.
Oh boy, it was unfortunate, and maybe it would have been all there, however....
—Mn... —
He sighs.
Can one breathe in purgatory? In the life beyond death?
His heart began to beat much faster.
No, breathing should be impossible. But... Wait, heart? His heart is beating?
And then...
He woke up.
He blinked, again and again until his vision became accustomed to the light, and it was only then that he came upon a canopy.
One of dark silk and gilded edges reminiscent of gold.
Was heaven or hell this beautiful? Astral wished to touch what was presented to him, what did he expect? Everything and nothing in particular. He was dead and honestly; he was so scared that for a moment he could have sworn he was going to cry.
The memories of his death were still fresh, and perhaps he would have concentrated on what he had lost until another detail caught his attention.
His skin.
His skin now appeared to be milky and pale, his fingers, which had been a little shorter, now appeared long, and what about his delicacy, it was as if he had accompanied his boyfriend to the beauty parlour! It was incredible, and although scars adorned his arms in a rough way, it didn't take away from the feeling of care.
—What the...? Ah! —
Oh boy, that was another detail! His voice. It seemed to be thicker than usual, I could even describe it as sexy or mysterious. A silky voice that would make you hesitate as much as a siren's song.
—Why...? —Hundreds of doubts suddenly assailed his mind. Was this how it felt to be on the other side, or why did he feel as if he were still alive?
He lowered his hand, and looked around
Oh, by all the gods, this was a dream! It had to be a dream! Because how did he explain the fact that wealth, in capital letters, was displayed just for him in the room.
Wait, room?
Okay, Astral was confused. A lot to tell the truth, so he palmed his face a little, spotting a full-length mirror in that place, without a second thought, he got up to run over to it, finding that his reflection no longer greeted Astral Mertencia.
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No. This image, he had to admit, was much better. No! A thousand times better, even. He was a true beauty.
His once slightly dull hair was now unblemished snow white, sporting a form that defied gravity. His skin, which had already been touched countless times by the sun and her boyfriend, was now milky and well cared for, and although it was dotted with discreet and deep scars, it was still a delight
And what about the rest? The sleek pyjamas gave a glimpse of musculature that murmured of an excellent workout. And the veins marked on his hands, only added to the truth that his eyes saw...
Eyes that, he noticed, also had changes.
His gaze was heterochromatic. Two colours rested in them. One golden and the other silver.
And he was fully aware that his previous look was not like that. His real eyes were golden, plain and simple. A normal thing where he came from, and yet....
The mirror did not deceive him, no matter how desperately he touched it. The cold, vivid sensation was...
It was...
Terrifying.
Was he dead and this was heaven?
No. The beating of his heart indicated the opposite, so...
What was going on? He didn't know anything around him, he had no idea who the person in the mirror was, and above all, he didn't know what he had to face.
Was he crazy, was he hallucinating already, or was that the so-called account of life before death? And if that was the case, wasn't he supposed to look at HIS own life and the sins he bore? Because, well, he had to admit it. Well, well... It wasn't exactly, if you count his youthful involvement in the military and an elite elimination team, he should be burning in the flames of hell, right? Or in a dark place. But this...
This was definitely beyond his limits.
What was he supposed to do now? Thousands of questions swirled in his head, and as he was about to decide to break away from that demonic mirror, something else happened. Something that...
Almost made him laugh...
Let us emphasize the almost, for a butler, wrapped in a black and elegant suit suddenly entered the room, and his face, which was stoic and emotionless, and which had already been touched by time, suddenly became wrinkled.
Ah, a miracle! It was a miracle. He felt that butler within his, and as if his heart had decided to mark that feeling on his face, he suddenly cried out loudly and to the four winds.
—My young Lord Astral! Lord Astral has awakened! Call the Encinereb Lords! The heir to the Duchy has awakened! —
And then with that simple fact. Astral Mertencia, who was kept inside a body that was not his, knew.
He was screwed.
Really screwed.
In fact, there was no human being worse off than he was now. He'd heard about it before, but.... Really...
He had been reincarnated in a stupid BL novel as the main villain!
Ah, but that wasn't all, no sir.
His parents came calling! Did he say he was an orphan before? Well, that was no longer relevant. Because now, he had to overcome this new challenge yes or yes, otherwise, he was sure he would be taken to the stake.
Oh yes, now Astral was sure.
He was paying for his sins.
How unlucky for him.
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Chapter 1.2
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azura19 · 1 month ago
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Chapter 2 ↩
Chapter 3.1:
Behind the Face of the Villain
The world is mad, isn't it?
Well, perhaps to understand a little more, we must go back a week before to the Encinereb mansion, and after Astral Mertencia's failed attempts to look like the original Villain, and the fact that all he got was the unconditional support of his parents.
They, not being satisfied with such small expenses and attitudes, encouraged him further by showing him how he should really punish the servants and how much he could spend in a single day. To say that a blank chequebook was little, well....
Being who he was, even in his past life he could never imagine seeing so many zeros together, let alone spent in a short time or in one sitting. He was sure that this was illegal in the real world, however....
He just had to remember that he was inside a RoFan novel, and that normal laws here didn't apply or purely didn't exist. So worrying about banal things, well, they just distracted him.
From what?
You might ask.
Well, from his own selfish goal: to survive!
Putting aside how confusing this world was, Astral was still aware that he was the Villain and, therefore, had time on his hands.
Spending his energies on something that turned out to be useless and of no benefit to him would only advance what was going to be inevitable. So he could no longer afford to be distracted!
His life was at stake!
His Duchy was at stake!
And even his family was at stake!
How could he ignore these facts when the protagonist with the guillotine was slowly approaching? No, he could not afford to die. Not now.
Not when he had already decided to live.
So, gathering all his experiences and knowledge from his past life, and after deliberating for almost two whole days, he came up with a solution.
And that is, if he remembered well how the powers were handled in that world under the Imperial family and the Noble faction. So, all he needed was his parents' permission and his fiancé's contribution. Sounded easy, didn't it?
Well, no!
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NO! It wasn't that simple either.
In the first place, because he was the one who had harassed his parents to allow his to get engaged and, secondly, he doubted that his fiancé's family would do everything right the first time. Which left him in a corner and on the ropes.
Ah, was there anyone worse off than him? Ha! He doubted it. But noting that this was the only way to break off the engagement and get away from the protagonist.... He would have to try.
Though to do so, he would also have to fix a few things about himself.
So, come the morning, five days before the arrival of his fiancé, he set out to start up that personal office that had only been gathering dust for... God knows how long. He went through shelves, books, sheets, ink, candles and other stationery to find out what he was going to keep and what he simply had to throw away.
The dust had done its thing, so when he opened the large windows for proper ventilation, it was no surprise that the cloth ripped at his gentle touch, let alone having caught the attention of his parents who happened to be strolling nearby.
Does this look suspicious? Astral wished to ask, but contrary to what his imagination had conceived, his parents quickly went to his side to ask what was going on. And when they noticed how Astral himself had begun to clean up, the surprise on their faces turned to pure joy. 
The Goddess had heard their plenaries!
Theirs child had begun to grow!
Ah, the parents were beside themselves with excitement, so, leading the clean-up, Aren took charge of the rest.
With his hands on his waist like jugs, he began to order the servants to move things around, to change the wallpaper and even to polish the floor properly, which sounded in his words like:
— Clean the floor well, I want my face to be reflected! —
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Suffice it to say that the poor servants ended up exhausted once that office was ready in record time. The shelves that were once falling down had been replaced and were now gleaming with new books and stationery. The curtains that had once been torn at Astral's hands were now soft velvet with gold embroidery. And the floor that had been pure dust, was now a dark blue and gleaming.
Hum! Was there a better office than this? Aren doubted it, and looking expectantly at his son, he waited for his opinion by his timely intervention, while he gently took his surprised husband's hand.
—My lady... This... —
Aren laughed softly, it was normal for his husband to be surprised to see his homely capabilities, but the opinion that mattered most now was...
—M-Mother... I don't know what to say. Honestly, I feel you've excelled in your skills. This is fantastic! —
—Really? –
Aren questioned embarrassedly, and placing one of his hands on his cheeks, he barely caught a glimpse of the cute expression on his offspring's face. Who, for better or worse, looked tremendously surprised.
And could they blame him? This was humanly impossible! The cleaning was done in less than two hours, and Astral—who had been commissioned in a past life to serve as part-time House Master— had taken at least three days. And for the servants to have ended up with such a place...?
Now he felt guilty for wrongly singling them out. Ah! Right now, he should light a candle to them in apology. He would be sure to pay them extra later, though of course without his mother noticing, since, after all, it was he who was in control of the Manor and the servants. As the Grand Duchess of the house.
So, once again praising his mother's skills, it was then that he made one more request. One that... He supposed had won him points with his parents.
—I'm glad to have my office back, but I'm afraid it won't do if I don't use it properly. Mother, would you be so kind as to lend me the account books for the last ten years? Oh, and also, please, the territorial charts? —
—The books of...? —
His mother whispered.
—The letters... —
Whispered his father.
And when he least expected it, both parents began to weep openly. And nodding at both requests each of them scurried to their own servants to bring urgently what their son had requested.
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Aren't they acting like a couple of fools right now? Astral wanted to question, but, noticing the genuine happiness on the other's faces... he simply let them be. Is this what it means to have parents who care about you? Astral wondered, and for a moment, he allowed himself to receive that unconditional love. Maybe if he told them what he wanted to do? Would they agree?
It was a possibility, but...
Astral needed insurance. Something real, and leaving it to vague feelings... It wouldn't do him any good. So, returning to his original plan, he set about studying the material the Villain had left aside. Learning by heart what he could use and discarding what he considered obsolete.
And so, with only a day to go before the arrival of his fiancé, he had memorized what he needed to put his plan into action.
So, waiting for nightfall, he made his way to the place where he knew the family seal was kept.
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The family seal.
Such a precious commodity that it is even guarded by guards. Only those who are considered Grand Dukes or carry the word ‘Grand’ are able to use this seal, since, as in all RoFan novels, only letters or documents bearing this seal are considered legitimate and are endorsed by the power of the Imperial family.
The seal, which is actually the symbol of each imprinted family, has the magical ability to be used only by one bloodline, so Astral who knew this information thanks to his knowledge of the novel and what he had studied before knew immediately how it should be used for his plans.
So, learning how often the guards changed and how the security system implemented by his own father worked, it was easy to sneak in after three in the morning.
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He had already prepared everything, and even had the letter with him that he was going to sign and pass as if his parents had approved, so getting in and out would be a piece of cake. And although he did not expect to have to open the lock with his master key, nor to have to hide to prepare the wax in total darkness to seal the letter, everything went according to schedule.
That the adrenaline and the fear of being discovered were there was certainly a plus for being more careful. However, as soon as the wax dried and the seal was in position, all Astral had to do was wait for the next shift and exit as silently as he had entered.
With his feet frozen and his eyes glowing, his escape was incredible. And when he looked at the envelope in his hands, well, he allowed himself a jump or two.
Wasn't this the first step to freeing himself? Astral was excited!
Ah, he couldn't wait to see the main character. Nor did he expect to go back to sleep, so deciding that he would prepare himself from now on, he headed to the bathroom for a deep and relaxing wash.
They say that water washes away all ills and sorrows. Astral thought, and realizing what was inside his mind, he let himself go until it was time to face the truth.
No matter what outfit he wore, he would look intimidating, so choosing something he could consider simple, he got ready to receive his guests according to protocol, not imagining of course, that he would see the one person he didn't expect to see.
Nervousness almost betrayed him, but it was strong enough to consider that his performance was not mediocre.
Was belittling the protagonist and a delicate situation such as anaemia or poor health considered villainy? He hoped so, otherwise it would just be rude and unfounded. He called his fiancé stupid and even said hurtful things on purpose, and while that earned him an excuse to call off the engagement, he didn't expect the reaction of the protagonist's older brother to also be tremendously angry and mean.
Was snatching Yuma away from him petty? Maybe. No, scratch that. Yes, it was.
It was mean. So, he had to respond in kind, right. Now that he knew his beloved was there too, wasn't that reason enough to throw it all away?
He would shield himself with the threatening words of the protagonist's older brother and with that, he would do whatever he wanted to achieve his goal. He was allowed to do that because he was a villain, wasn't he? So, he just had to manipulate everyone around him to achieve his goals.
And the first point he was going to touch on, would be exactly the one that got him to the office of his father, the Grand Duke Encinereb. Who greeted him just as he thought, with a pearly smile and a prominent figure.
—Astral! It is an honour to have you come to see me my son. Has something happened? Don't tell me, you want some of my advice for the Duchy, do you? —
Oh, Astral loved that naivety. The twinkle in his father's eyes, so lively, was unique. It really felt good to be by that man's side! However, to think that the Villain had done heinous things to them....
No. It was not the time.
So, clearing his thoughts, he politely acknowledged his father's invitation to take a seat.
—I hope I have not inconvenienced my father in any way. —
—What are you talking about? You are more than welcome. Is not a visit from a son considered a joy? Leave those silly notions of etiquette your mother has told you, and tell me, what you have come for. —
—That... —
Well, that was the end of his idea. He didn't know how he should start the conversation! Should he start with the visitor who had just left? Or would it be a good idea to cry like a cupcake to curry favour with him? At first glance, the man in front of him seemed strong and determined, he looked like a guy who wouldn't be fooled or convinced by useless, tearful ruses, so, considering his first assessment, wouldn't it be better to just tell him what he did?
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He feared the consequences, but.... He needed to address the breaking point of their engagement as soon as possible, so, mustering all his courage, he let out a couple of sighs before opening his mouth, willing to let the weight of his actions fall.
That is, until the office doors swung wide open to reveal the Lady of the house, who was noticeable with a pale complexion and a terribly surprised expression.
What's going on? Astral wanted to ask, but his mother was quicker to move to one side of him before peppering him with worries and other words. Leaving in the background the loving father who was now trying to keep up with the unplanned conversation.
—Is it true what happened?! You called off the engagement with Duchess Arclight? —
—What...? —
Oh, Astral was terrified right now. Was gossip spreading that fast? Certainly, that world had almost nothing to envy the real world, when it came to showbiz, wasn't that what society found out first?
Astral was about to have a migraine, but as soon as his mother blurted out those words tears quickly came to his beautiful red eyes.
—Why would you deprive yourself of a love as pure as Duchess Michael's? Tell me, has she disrespected you, is there anything you don't like, tell me and I'll try to please you with a better candidate! But please try not to be left alone... —
Astral would rather say that he was the one who failed, but between saying and doing, there's a long way to go. Especially once his father was able to process the information.
—You cancelled the engagement with Duchess Arclight? Why? Shouldn't you have consulted us first? —
And there it was. The protocol he shouldn't have skipped. Maybe it wasn't exactly a good idea to let go of that authority, but on the other hand.... Well, there was no point crying over spilt milk, so taking all the confidence and seriousness he could muster, he spoke the truth.
His parents wouldn't give his a harsh punishment, would they?
—Father, mother, please calm down. What happened was nothing more than my own decision. And no. —Astral foresaw his mother's plea, so, helping him to sit properly, he continued. —It was not that I disliked anything about Duchess Arclight, this engagement or anything related to it. It was purely my re-election that made me realise that I am the one who does not want this engagement. —
—What...? But...! —Aren voiced his displeasure, but Astral silenced him again with his words.
—I know that it was I who instigated this engagement, but... I don't want it anymore. And please, before you try to convince me otherwise. Thanks to your support and the fact that I was able to check the accounting books, I was able to realise that being with the Arclight would benefit absolutely none of our business... It may be that the prestige of both families will grow and they will unite, but that will only be for a short period of time. Isn't it now the Arclight family that has severe problems of chaos in their lands? –
—Well... If you mention it... —Eliphas quickly set aside his role as father to step into the role of Grand Duke, so acknowledging his son's words he nodded at them, understanding where Astral was going with his point.
—But...! —His more reluctant mother, however, wished to appeal, but Astral already had a better solution.
—I know mother is worried, but she need not be afraid. I have already thought deeply about this, and the best thing is for me to re-engage with a better prospect, don't you think? —
—I thought you loved young Michael. —
—Maybe that was true at one time, however, now I wish to see the family. So... I've thought of someone else for that position. —
—Someone else? But I wish for that position to be filled by someone who has won your heart. —His mother expressed, gently soothing his crying, so Astral, seeing an opportunity to talk about Yuma, simply took it, with a strange twinkle in his eyes.
—And so, if my mother will allow me.... I already have that person. But for now, I wish to finish things well. —
—You already have that person? Who is it? —
Astral smiled, and was about to utter the name that would drive him crazy from now on. But he felt that being mysterious was the best way to deal with what was coming.
So, he dropped the bombshell he had been hiding since last night.
—I am sorry... But I apologise to my parents, because of the rush and the rest thinking about my future and my upcoming marriage, I dared to sign the breakup on their behalf. I am very sorry. —
—¡...! —
Oh, and that was enough to make his parents' expressions white, and pale. However, as if that world for the first time agreed with him, the pair looked at each other in a long silence before the patriarch of the family denied with a deep sigh.
Could it be that both men were accustomed to their son's acts of villainy? God only knows, for when tempers had calmed and settled, it was that Eliphas spoke, in a flat, level tone.
—To say I am surprised is an understatement. But if it is your decision and you have made it in consideration of our family… To stop you would be unfair, wouldn't it, Astral? —
Astral didn't know how to take his father's words, but wishing that it wouldn't get any bigger he nodded. Lowering his head slightly, as if he really regretted it.
—It's true... I'm sorry. —
Eliphas sighed again, and calling his husband to his side, he tried to encourage him.
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Perhaps everything had gone well? Astral wondered, and watching his father lovingly comfort his mother, he knew. Everything had gone exactly right!  Although...
—I know that your desperation has caused you to commit this fault, but.... —His father spoke, in that tone which brooks no interruption. —Still, you might have spoken, we would not refuse your happiness. —
Ah, and now Astral felt guilty. How should he know? Did they really love him that much?
—So, considering it is a serious thing you have done, you will be punished by being deprived of your outings to the capital or anywhere else in the Duchy. You will remain here at the manor until I deem you have learned your lesson. —
Oh well, it could have been worse. So, nodding once more at his father's words, he bowed.
—So be it. I'll be sure to mull it over in my room. —
And with those words, he left the place.
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Chapter 3.2
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Observation No. 2:
‘Forgive me Father for I have sinned…’
Whispered Astral, the high priest of that parish. So immersed in his own misery that he was barely aware of the tears running diligently down his cheeks.
His image, so neat, so condescending, would have touched the hearts of the parishioners. However, he was not there on his knees begging God for sympathy, but quite the opposite.
‘Oh, what have I done.’
He whispered, full of regret.
‘How could I have done it?’
He repeated to himself again as he had done so many other days, as he ran his long fingers over the delicate rosary in his hands again. At the same time, as his mind brought back those memories that did nothing but pierce his heart and torment his soul.
Ah, it had been a moment of weakness. A small slip, but… It had cost him so dearly. If he had kept his most primal instincts locked away as always, on a tight leash, maybe that wouldn't have happened, but…. Was he not the sinner for allowing himself to be consumed by the temptation of the flesh and carnal pleasures? Oh, he was so sorry for his weakness.
However, couldn't he have walked away to redeem himself and ask for a new vow of celibacy? Perhaps, but… His heart longed for it. He longed for it so much that it burned.
‘I deserve to burn in the flames of hell.’
He said to himself, like a promise, like a destiny to be fulfilled. And yet, wasn't this the sixth time he had prayed the same thing?
He was a sinner, a big one. Even more so for desiring to merge with this young man. A man, a being of the same sex. The owner of his heart.
Yuma Tsukumo was his name.
The one who made his fall into sin on countless occasions.
‘They will condemn me to the stake.’
He said to himself, like a whisper. A cruel fate that was about to overtake him, just like the hand that suddenly held his own.
Oh, and don't they know it? In the 15th century, to have a lover. Loving the same sex, was a sin. And a sin, to be purified by fire.
Would Yuma know that? Who knows, because here between the two, only Astral was the learned one. He was the saviour, and therefore the great sinner.
It was his fault to seduce that young man, that being with the bright eyes. So, it was only right that he should now mourn for them both.
‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned…’
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Chapter 2.1 ↩
Chapter 2.2:
To say that the journey to the Duchy Encinereb was pleasant would be a blatant lie. And how could it be called enjoyable when Yuma had been almost, almost forced to participate in the charade with his Master?
No! He had already decided his own lazy itinerary and now he had to put up with a fearful protagonist and the dashing bravado of his elder brother. Did he even add that this brother was the favourite to be taken in holy matrimony? What a stupidity!
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He belonged to only one man and that man was already dead! And if to be faithful to him and to carry on his memory he had to give himself up to celibacy, oh believe it, he was going to do it. No one was going to force him to marry, least of all a brother of the protagonist who was more focused on business than on love. Ha! That was the least of it.
Did they think that because he was a Doncel and had the duty of bearing children, he was going to act nice for this man? They were so wrong! They had yet to see the real Yuma Tsukumo.
He had never acted cute, and he wouldn't start now! That privilege died with her future husband! So, the only thing left for his to do now was to ignore how the white—haired man tried to appease the protagonist.
Hmp. didn't they know that this suffering was in vain? Soon Vector would arrive! The second protagonist, so why pretend to hide the tears? Ah, Yuma was upset. He was not even able to enjoy the ride in such a fine, expensive and beautiful carriage. No.
The world seemed to tell him that everyone should pay attention to the protagonist and his suffering, so after what he considered an eternal journey, it was time to get out of the carriage.
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A gloved and elegant hand was extended to Yuma, but he, still annoyed, rejected that hand to almost jump out of the carriage and... It had been worth it.
At last he felt free! The sun was high overhead but it still didn't feel unpleasant! The flowers that adorned the entrance of the Encinereb mansion greeted him as beautifully as the first time, and what to speak of the immediate attention!
Ah! To be a millionaire should be a sin! Yuma thought with new enthusiasm. But again he was jolted back to reality when Christopher began to escort his brother and he had to stay behind the retinue.
Was this about turning him down? Yuma glanced discreetly at Christopher Arclight and as he deduced, he gave him a crude look back, giving him an answer.
Yes, he had done it on purpose.
Ah, but Yuma would get even. He swore on his last kill, more so knowing that he didn't have that power yet, he did what was his own miserable role... Although, what the hell was he going to do with III when he was just supposed to be watching?! Damn, it sounded like he'd get bored again, why, him? Intervene in the mistreatment? Never! Surely the Villain would also pursue him in retaliation. It was better to ensure his survival.
So lost was he in his thoughts that Yuma hardly paid attention to the conversation that was going on in front of him, with really bitter overtones.
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—III. —said Christopher in a falsely confident voice. —I am struggling for the same income as this.... Duke Encinereb, so don't limit yourself. We will soon be able to call off this engagement. In the meantime, I will take this opportunity, I will make it clear to him that you are not alone. I will protect you... No matter what else... So you only have to tell me and that bastard's head will be separated from his body... —
—Brother! —The protagonist chuckled in a whisper, his pallor was so worrying that even Yuma prepared himself in case he collapsed. —I-I'm fine, don't worry. I'd hate to see you in danger... —
—But... —Christopher wanted to reply, but was interrupted once the doors of the residence opened and revealed the interior of the mansion.
A shiver ran down the spine of those present, and even Yuma who was an avid reader, was not indifferent once they were led inside the residence.
And as expected, it was so elegant and magnificent that it was obvious that it belonged to the presence that was recognised as a Villain, in every sense of the word! The luxury was never overdone or exaggerated! On the contrary, the dark colours, the submissiveness of the frightened servants, the silence that seemed sepulchral.
Fucking hell! It was exciting. Yuma had only been there once before, and he could barely appreciate part of the structure of the place, but now that he was here as a chaperone, well, he had to make the most of it. He had to make the most of it and see this place that would soon become iconic. So, letting the initial introductions with the butler take place, he distracted himself by looking around here and there, of course, until the main owner arrived. And one of the stars of the novel.
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Oh, my...
Yuma was beside herself with excitement.
Everyone's breathing seemed to stop, the tension suddenly grew high enough to be cut with a butter knife, and the sleek black clothes so worthy of a Villain's bearing came into view. Ah, even the barely relevant jewellery glittered as much as the predatory gaze of its owner.
Astral Encinereb was on the scene, and all Yuma could do about it was bow cleanly.
Was the main villain that strong? Now he understood his trembling Master even a little. Master who by the way, right now looked like a cute little helpless animal, trembling so much that for a moment even his older brother trembled along with him.
Pff... Wasn't this to be expected? It was a pity that the Villain with such an attractive face would end up on a guillotine, so in the meantime, couldn't he enjoy those pretty features for a while longer? No one would blame him, right?
Ah, his heart ached. That villain reminded him so much of his lover that.... Maybe that's why he was so fond of him. Though of course, he knew his place and above all, where he shouldn't meddle. So being strong, he feigned indifference once protagonist and villain collided at the top of the long stairs.
—It's a beautiful day, thank you for coming to visit me.... Duke Christopher, Duchess Michael and... Marquise Yuma... —
Huh? You name me? Me an irrelevant character? Yuma questioned silently, but didn't dare raise his gaze out of simple protocol. Perhaps he was being polite, he deduced, not imagining the real reason.
And noting that no one dared to salute out of politeness, the Villain then continued. As if this lack of politeness was neither relevant nor important to him, but quite the opposite.
To see the worst of evils rise, it must be terrifying...
—I see I have left you speechless, it is an honour that you have come this far.... Please, let me take you to the place prepared for your Excellencies. —Astral asked, to which Christopher quickly replied in the absence of words from his younger brother.
—Please. If you would be so kind, Duke Astral? —
The aforementioned paused for only a moment to observe the one who came to the protagonist's defense, and seeming to give his own silent verdict, he ignored the man before reminding him of exactly where he belonged.
—Is the appointment for both brothers? –
Oh! Wasn't the villain's voice quite seductive? But what is this? Is this a confrontation? Was Yuma's heart running wild? Was he really going to see one of those ironic drama—filled scenes? Ah! Please, these characters were going to kill him with emotion. How far was Christopher going to go with such a bold statement? Wouldn't that make the protagonist suffer even more?
Yuma clicked his tongue. No, no. The older Arclight brother was doing it wrong, and who was going to suffer? It was more than obvious; Michael was on the verge of tears. Should he intervene? It would be a shame, as the conversation was clearly a power play, who would be the winner?
—M-My apologies if you misunderstood Duke Astral. —Christopher mentioned, unwilling to compromise. —But I am here today as an escort. It is my duty to watch over my younger brother's safety at all times. —
Ah! That was a good argument, however... The Villain, he was not the Villain for nothing.
—Are you implying that my Duchy is not safe? —
Such words could bring grave consequences, could the Arclight family beat the gale in the event of a foul offence against the Encinereb family? No, they already had too much to worry about, one more problem, no doubt, would be the death and disappearance of the family.
Christopher was in trouble, but it was the protagonist who naively saved the day.
—N-No way! No way! What my brother means is that he's worried about my safety, I'm clumsy... And I tend to fall sometimes. —
Mm. Wasn't the main character kind of adorable? It's a pity that doesn't matter to the Villain, isn't it?
—In that case he can blame his own weakness Duchess, wasn't he taught well enough to walk properly? Well, it doesn't surprise me honestly. You've always been stupid about some things. —
Christopher seemed to kindle anger within him at the audacity, but the villain continued to speak.
—Well, whatever. If you're that clumsy. Someone will have to chaperone you. Two chaperones are better than one? —Astral scoffed, but as if that was the end of the confrontation, those present made their way to where the Villain of the story had previously pointed.
And when they stood face to face in a beautiful greenhouse, pretending they all had manners was a piece of cake. The engaged couple sat in the comfortable chairs set up for the occasion, facing a table full of snacks that looked exquisite and appetising, but which unfortunately would hardly be touched. The chaperones stood behind Michael, though at a distance which might be considered correct, while servants of the Encinereb household imitated his doing so with their own Master.
Ah, wasn't it great to feel this tension, Yuma needed some popcorn! And waiting for the moment when protagonist and villain would face each other again, everything remained in a neat silence.
Well, it could have stayed that way, but the villain had the least patience in the place.
— ...It is a blessing that you come to see me after such a state of shock. I feel grateful, my dear mother has told me what happened.... —
III gasped, and as he had been doing since his engagement, he looked up in mild terror before he wanted to bury his courage in the food in front of him, barely letting out a whisper of a voice.
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—I-it is a gift that you are healthy again, Your Excellency.... My family and loved ones have awaited your awakening. —
Oh, come on, you can tell a better lie! Yuma cheered, quietly. It was more than obvious that no one wanted that being.
And that Villain, was aware of that fact. So, tinginging his voice with mockery, he said.
—I see... Please send my good wishes to his family and close ones... —
Phew, he was a tough opponent. The protagonist was in trouble! And maybe Yuma should have thought that this was the moment where Michael would let his intelligence and elegance shine through, but what happened... It was also to be expected.
As soon as the hair-pink finished listening, he quickly stuffed a couple of pieces of bread into his mouth, while trying to hold back his own nausea.
Was that his level of terror? Was that the degree to which fear affected his body? It was terrible... But, that in no way affected the main villain, who didn't hesitate for a second to boast about the situation.
—Miss Michael, don't you eat well within your Duchy? I heard that the Arclight family had certain problems, but to go to this extent, doesn't it make you think that we had better get married at once? —
Michael shuddered as soon as the idea was conceived. Marry? So soon? No...
No! He didn't want it; he didn't wish it. Let somebody...!
—Of course. —Astral continued to fill his tongue with venom. —I'm also not forgetting that it's soon to be his debut. —
Michael seemed to be on the verge of collapse, however, contrary to what Yuma might have thought about this scene in front of him, Christopher raised his voice, rushing to his pale brother's side.
—I am afraid, your Excellency, that my brother already has a partner to attend his debut.... —
What the...?!
—How...? —
What was this kind of turn of events?! Why was the protagonist's older brother intervening? Ah! Yuma's heart was about to explode, isn't this the so called ‘protagonist's halo’? A war was about to break out, and Michael had better resist.
It all felt like walking on thin ice. How would the villain respond? Would he get angry? Would he take advantage of the situation? Yuma was anxious, but contrary to what he and those present expected, this did not happen.
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In fact, what happened...
It almost made him jump over his own feet.
The villain's face was expressionless, and as such, so was his tone of voice, as if he didn't really care about anything.
—I see... I'm afraid, it is Duke Byron's decision, the force with which he expresses it makes it clear to me. So, I can't plead that, can I? —
The atmosphere was tense, and the Duke did not expect an answer either, so he added.
—Well, if that has been said, I'm afraid I can do no more. I hope you enjoy your debut? —
What, the Villain wasn't going to plead? Get angry at the aggravation? Throw the table over before he hit Michael as usual?
What was going on right there? Yuma woke up that morning? A discreet smack on his cheek and the pain coming from his actions made him see that he was seeing well and hearing perfectly. So...
What the hell was wrong with that villain? Did he hit his head? Why wasn't he acting like his usual self? Was it his fever?
Yuma looked around for an answer, however, just as he did, Christopher and Michael's confused expressions made him realise that something else was going on.
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What was going on?
He didn't know, but he was trying to find out.
And as if that scene was just the beginning of a decline, the Villain opened his mouth again, tipping them into a strange limbo.
—Two weeks was enough time for them to feel they could do whatever they wanted with my own position. Do they take me and my name as irrelevant? —
—N-Never! No! —Michael cried, and as if he had forgotten that he was being protected by his brother, he quickly tried to make amends for what his brother had caused. —W-we do not mean to harm your person in any way! It is something that even I was not aware of, Duke Astral please! I appeal to your benevolence. Please, please... —
The hair-pink's fear was palpable, the terror in his gaze barely allowing him to face the villain, and his brother, already resting one of his hands on a hidden dagger.
This seemed to be serious, but as if Astral had foreseen this, he called one of his servants to hand him a beautiful sealed envelope, which he handed to a trembling III. And without waiting and without ceremony, he said what he had to say.
—Well...  I seem to have heard and seen how I have been slighted, so, realizing that I am no longer favored by this pathetic union, I have a request to make. Taking advantage of the long road you have travelled; I hope you can convey to His Excellency Byron the following: I wish to cancel the current engagement with the Doncel and Duchess of Arclight.... Michael Arclight. —
—What? —
What?! Ah, Yuma was in disbelief. And how could he believe it? The villain wasn't supposed to rest until he had Michael under his thumb. But then, why...?
His mind was in chaos, and as soon as he heard the screams of an exalted Christopher, he noticed for the first time how the villain made his hands tremble under the table. Was that possible?
—What do you mean by that? Duke Astral! Answer me! Duke...! —
No. That was impossible.
But if he saw himself like that... And he did ponder what had happened: The sudden fever, the disinterest and the nervousness well hidden under the table. So, wasn't there a slim chance that someone else had also transmigrated?
Yuma felt dizzy, and wanted to deny that fact, but looking back at how Astral himself handed over the documents for the breaking of the engagement, and how he dismissed the agitated brothers, he knew at once that there was no doubt. Only a person who had read about that world could make such a significant change! And therefore...
That Astral, he was a transmigrated person!
Oh, my...
Yuma's heart was pounding like crazy, and his anxiety grew to the clouds, and he didn't really think much of his actions as he rushed after Astral's strategic retreat, so trying to keep up with him, he shouted for the opposite, stopping him halfway down the corridor.
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Had he been wise? Yuma would see later, but now, now he needed to know who was hiding under that skin.
From the skin of the Villain.
—Your Excellency, Duke Astral! —
The Villain paused, and as if the confusion had rubbed off on him, he spun gently on his axis, before looking at the one who dared to speak to him of his own free will.
—Are you...? Are you not the Marquise Yuma Tsukumo? —
Yes! Yes, I am. Yuma wished to reply, but something much bolder crossed her lips, flushing her cheeks. If his theory was true, the stranger would answer, otherwise, he would be branded a madman. So...
It was now or never!
—I-I introduce myself, m-my name is Yuma Mertencia, and I was once the owner of the Mark of Mertencia, in a world different from this one... Are you...? Are you really Astral Encinereb? —
Ah, if Yuma could hear, he would have sensed the turn in another's heart.   However, he stood tall, pointing to himself, waiting for an answer, holding his breath.
Had the gods finally taken pity on Astral? It was so unexpected, so surprising. But, for a moment, the false villain had a feeling that he had been given a hope he thought had been snatched away. So, holding his breath, he stepped forward, facing his pursuer.
—Are you Yuma Mertencia? The Yuma who told me he accepted once I gave him an engagement ring? Who he wanted to see every night after work? Are you that Yuma? —
—How are you...? —
No.
It was impossible.
It was improbable.
But then, how did that villain know that detail so well? The only one who knew about the proposal was...
—Astral...? —
—Yuma...? —
Oh, both lovers reciprocated, and against all odds, it was Yuma who approached first before whispering again, with tears in his eyes.
—Are you really that Astral who waited for me every night and made love to me every time I made fun of him while reading a certain novel? Are you that Astral? —
The man with the skin of a villain nodded, and letting out for the first time in his life, a sincere smile, he took the other's hands, before bringing them to his chest, cradling them with longing.
—Yes... —
—It's you! —
Yuma had no doubt. The man in front of him, had stopped being the villain a short time ago, and now who was in front of him was none other than his lost love. The one that had been taken away from him, and was now being returned to him in an inconvenient way.
Could he have imagined that this day would evolve in this way? No. Not in a million years, but now, Yuma was immensely happy. And he proved it as soon as his tears shyly ran down his cheeks as he moved closer to the man who was no longer terrifying.
Should I kiss him hello? Yuma wondered shyly, but noticing how Astral, HIS Astral, pressed his forehead to his, he listened to what he had to say in sweet silence.
—I'm sorry for being late... —
Ah, and those words were enough for Yuma to actually try to kiss him, but like everything in a RoFan novel, Yuma was pushed away so quickly that Astral barely noticed who was the cause.
—We withdraw now, your Excellency Duke Astral. —
And that was none other than the protagonist's older brother.
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Oh, did Yuma ever hate that world and its characters so much? Maybe he did, but, just now, he swore his eyes were a pair of daggers. How dare such a guy separate him from the love of his life, how?!
He tried to restrain himself, but being taken almost forcibly, he could barely look at his beloved from the corner of his eye.
He promised to see him again.
No matter how, no matter when. But, Yuma, him. He would make it even if he had to go against this stupid world, this damned novel.
He would return to Astral, and he was sure, Astral would return to him.
And indeed, that thought was not mistaken at any time, for now Astral Encinereb, had set his eyes upon Yuma Tsukumo. And that meant only one thing...
The course of the novel was no longer certain...
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Chapter 3 / Coming Soon
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Chapter 1 ↩
Chapter 2.1:
Suspicion and Miracle
Far from the Duchy of Encinereb, just in one of the next territories almost adjacent to it, is the Duchy of Arclight, belonging to the current Grand Duke Byron Arclight.
A man of great beauty and intelligence, with blond hair tied in a braid, and a body that looked as if it had been chiselled by the hands of hundreds of angels. A man so handsome that he ranked among the highest that gossip bulletins boasted. He was the kind of perfect man who, if he were to take a new wife, no doubt hundreds of Maids and Maidens would line up to take his place.
Byron Arclight was famous, handsome and a good catch, let there be no doubt about that, however, as well as possessing a handsome face, he also hid part of his personality.
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Byron is the man you call to get a nice evening, that's true, but you could also call him to get rid of a body and he wouldn't have a problem either. Simply put, Byron was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Possessed of a fine tongue imbued with venom, shrewd in business, and shrewd when it came to his territory.
Byron Arclight, current owner of the Duchy Arclight, can be said to be a cunning and ambitious fox. Protective of his own and cruel to others. A man who is hard to underestimate, and why? One need only look at his Duchy:
A vast territory filled with abundance and wealth beyond what gold might seem to any Marquez.
Its forte, which was agricultural production, was perfectly combined with the exploitation of mines and rivers, where the most beautiful jewels of the Dion Empire were obtained, —jewels which, by the way, were well received throughout the length and breadth of the Empire. —
Needless to say, because of this. The Arclight family gained the favour and approval of the current Emperor and Empress, who, in return for their loyalty, wore these jewels in truly important matters involving the Ladies and Donceles of the Empire as well as the affairs of State. A point that was relevant when it came to increasing sales and prestige.
So relevant was not only Byron, but the entire Duchy of Arclight; and this prosperity, along with the tranquillity, might have continued had this not been a RoFan novel scenario, remembering who the main character and villain in turn was.
Byron fell victim to the wiles of Astral Encinereb: A curse turned him back to an infant of tender age, his body that was praised, returned to that of a child. His voice that was praised was now criticised for its sweetness.
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It was indeed fortunate that Byron retained his conscience and maturity, otherwise it might have been his precious children who would have suffered most:
Christopher Arclight, Thomas Arclight and Michael Arclight, the last being the only beautiful Doncel in the family, and by far the most important. He was the protagonist.
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And perhaps at this point we will all think that Michael should be surrounded by luxury and involved in a passionate love that could lead to marriage, however, and again, this is a RoFan novel. So it was obvious who it was he was stuck with.
Ah, a pity indeed. Such a beautiful flower was also a victim of Astral Encinereb's wiles, and not only that, he also suffered from violent courtship and courtship, and though he tried to always hide the marks or evidence, the rumours were never kind to his ears nor alien to his family.
They were trapped, and it felt as if the threads of a poisonous spider were slowly beginning to suffocate them.
It was a pity that the Encinereb family held the same power, otherwise....
Otherwise...
No, it was not worth thinking about what would happen, Michael thought that having illusions was his first step to madness, so closing his lips and putting up with the abuse was a better solution. He didn't want to think about a would-have-been if all it would do was hurt his heart; so mustering all the maturity he could at fourteen, he shut his heart tight.
If his fate was to be killed at the hands of Astral Encinereb, he would accept it, for the sake of his family.
He didn't need hope, because it was useless, and he didn't need pity, because it was pathetic. Michael was a nobleman, and as such, his brow would be held high until his heart was ripped out.
Wasn't that the best way to fight? His case, for better or worse. He wasn't the only one, so, following in the footsteps of other trapped Ladies and Donceles like him, shouldn't that make things easier?
Ah, poor child. No doubt he was naïve.
Carrying around so much grief makes him believe that he really will save everyone, doesn't it? No, that wasn't even remotely possible. And even though Michael wasn't aware that he was the main character and would therefore enjoy the halo of the protagonist, it still wasn't enough to stand up to Astral Encinereb: The Main Villain. So, all that was left for him to do was to remain a pretty but battered doll in a shop window until his best buyer arrived.
Such were the laws of this world, and as such, he had to endure. But, perhaps, there are things that can be twisted at will, like the crooked lines of God.
Oh, that was what one more background character thought.
Yes, we are talking about another transmigrated soul who now occupied the body with which he shares a name. Yuma of Mertencia, or better known to the protagonist as Yuma Tsukumo, his Company Knight.
Ah the world is small, or should I say novel? Be that as it may, this soul, who arrived two months ago, could not simply take everything for granted. So, using the infallible ‘clinging to the protagonist's thighs for survival’ move, he heeded his instincts and moved quickly to get to exactly where he was, and where he played a role of perhaps little relevance.
Could anyone blame him for looking out for his own life? Perhaps, but Yuma being Yuma Mertencia who played a commanding role in his old world and knew how to move in just such an environment, malicious rumours were his bread and butter, and he knew how to dispatch them appropriately.
So all that was left for him to do was to hold on to the main character in order to have a good life and that was it, once the main villain fell he could go and live quietly with a large sum of money in a villa and stay there until he died.
Ah, it was certainly a perfect retirement plan, but between imagination and action, he still had to concentrate on what lay ahead.
A message had arrived in the Grand Duchy, and he, like a good messenger, broke the news as soon as it arrived.
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‘The next Grand Duke Encinereb had fallen into bed with a sudden fever.’
That was what the message said, but for Yuma, an avid reader of the novel ‘Flowers of the Seasons’, this was certainly strange, as he could not remember, no matter how much he thought about it, a scene similar to this one described on any page of the novel.
And although it was true that he skipped several pages because of his future husband's quick reading, he doesn't remember anything like that happening. Could it be because of his reincarnation? Perhaps, since he barely understood that he was still alive after a frightening and shocking crash.
In a different world, but alive all the same.
So, something felt strange. Like a foreboding growing in his chest; he wished to inquire, but his duty unfortunately came first, so using the protagonist as an excuse, he was allowed to accompany him for a brief visit to the Astral Duke Encinereb.
It was all for appearances sake of course, and although the Villain's progenitors seemed blind to the protagonist's trembling at any movement the Villain made, that was irrelevant to his assessment of the situation.
Astral Encinereb was bedridden, moaning softly in pain. There was no sign of poisoning, no sign of seizures, so everything was unclear, even down to his fever. Do fevers just strike out of nowhere without medical precedent? It was true that in this world, they still lacked relevant medical knowledge like microbes or bacteria, but... Still...
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Wouldn't it be a sin to look so fucking handsome even in such a precarious state! Ah, Yuma couldn't handle that wicked beauty! Wasn't it unfair to all the sick people in the world? What an insult!
Yuma was grumbling silently, so he barely noticed when Michael said enough was enough and consequently dragged him all the way back to the Arclight Duchy.
Hmp. It was a pity, Yuma thought he might have found out more, but he barely had time to listen in on the rumours going around inside the Encinereb Duchy from afar.
The evil man was still evil.
Yuma felt that what he knew was there, but, still, there was something that seemed to be lost in plain sight. Should he investigate further? No. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, especially now that weeks later another message was arriving, much to the protagonist's misery.
Astral Encinereb had woken up, and not only that, his parents demanded that he go to see him, so the protagonist had no choice but to do as he was asked, even if it was the least he wanted.
Undoubtedly a pity, but that was irrelevant to Yuma. He already knew what the ending would be, so why worry now?
And as his job as a Company Knight dictated, he did what he had to. Making his way to the Michael's room, opening the doors loudly as he announced himself with great enthusiasm. Overshadowing the slim, pale figure of the protagonist.
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—Good morning III! The sun is shining and so are we. It's time to get up... –
—¡Yuma...! —
Michael laughed, barely gently, jumping with fright at the sudden appearance, leaving aside that nickname which had accompanied him from his early childhood, and which even his friend insisted on mentioning.
—Y-You're quite enthusiastic even in the mornings. Anything new happen? —
—Nothing at all. —
Was Yuma's quick reply, so Michael blinked repeatedly before sighing, much calmer.
—Ah... I see. —The short conversation seemed to have ended right there, but Yuma was the one who added:
—Well, today is a beautiful day and we must not waste it. You must get ready to go to your abuser. —
—Yuma! —
Michael once again scolded his best friend with a tone that betrayed a simple but immense terror.
—You know very well that... —
Yuma had clearly said it all with purpose, yet this mattered little to him, so he smiled with a mean glint before interrupting his Master.
—Yes, yes. He is to be called by his name, your Excellency, the Astral Duke, I know. But you know something, he's not here? —
—Yuma. –
Michael said again urgently, as if he feared that at any moment he would receive a blow from this terrible man. So Yuma, knowing that this was necessary for the protagonist to suffer, shrugged his shoulders, before leading the other to the bathroom, where he began the whole process of grooming him.
Oh, wasn't he heartless? Yuma was laughing at himself, but who could blame him — wasn't it the protagonist who would get the best end of the stick in the end? At least he, as an unimportant character, was allowed to annoy him for a moment, wasn't he?
Well, be that as it may, he still had to deal with his trembling Master, who spoke to him in the same tone with which he was trembling all the time.
—...N-No, but, you still have to maintain respect at all times.... —
Yuma wanted to tell Michael that this fear was unnecessary, however, he just kept on grooming him with his usual encouragement.
—It's all right, relax, I know you're tense.... But Duke Astral isn't here, so you're safe. Everything will be fine, I'll be with you if it's necessary... —Yuma promised in his usual manner, but, visualising the protagonist's anxiety at wanting to bite his precious nails, he was moved. —Ah! I forgot to tell you, but Lord Christopher said that he would accompany you to the Encinereb Duchy... –
—My brother? —Michael questioned with full curiosity, and barely letting go the trembling in his body, while allowing his hair to wash, he looked shyly at his companion, who smiled warmly at him.
—Yes, he said that he would prepare to take you and act as escort, since Lord Vector had to leave on a mission entrusted by Lord Byron... —
—Vector... —III called out gloomily.
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It was more than obvious that the name would resonate with him at all times, so Yuma, leaving his master to lose himself in his own thoughts, finished his work in a timely manner.
So, when lunchtime arrived, Michael was already finely prepared and presentable for what was about to happen.
The white lace and slightly low—cut dress, together with the emerald—coloured precious jewels and the pair of low heels, only emphasised the unnatural beauty of the protagonist, even when he had a drooping and sickly countenance. No one would deny that he was a beautiful rose about to wilt.
Yuma had done an excellent job, so bowing to his master, he announced the next thing to be done.
—My Master is the most beautiful in the Empire, nay, in the whole World. So please don't show that bitter countenance. His father and brothers are already waiting for him in the dining room. –
—Is that so? —
Yuma stood up again, and nodded softly in reply.
—That's right, so please let's go to the dining room. It would be bad to keep your family waiting, wouldn't it? —
—You're right. —Michael nodded, and stood up and looked at himself once more in the mirror.
The intricate hairstyle, the shape of his eyes, his pale skin, the make—up doing a great job of covering up the last of his wounds. Yes, it was certainly an exceptional job. But... He could still see that vacant look in his own eyes. Wasn't that an ugly look for a life partner?
Michael was about to lose himself in his ramblings once more, but Yuma intervened before it happened. Taking up a position beside his Master, next to the mirror.
—My Master needs to have more confidence in himself. You are beautiful, and I'm sure you could become happy if you wish. —
—With his Excellency, Duke Encinereb? —Michael questioned wryly, and feeling the corners of his eyes twitch, he tried to smile as he always did, but only got a strange grimace.
Yuma, for one, sighed: would it be a sin to tell the protagonist the truth about his future? He wasn't sure, but it was better not to tempt fate, so he only managed to say.
—You look beautiful, and I'm sure you'll be well received at Encinereb Manor this time. —
III doubted it. But he said nothing, and walking to the door, he added:
—Father must be exasperated by now, I have been delayed longer than usual. –
Yuma, seeing the real picture, gently denied.
—I doubt it. You are his greatest treasure... At best he'll be worried that you won't be here at the appointed time.... —
—Maybe... —
Michael smiled just softly before denying and trying to clear his head of vain ideas, he walked to the dining room, where Yuma parted in silence and where his loving but small father greeted him.
—Ah, good morning III, did you sleep well? —
I could not close my eyes for most of the night. He wanted to answer, but he merely replied, sitting down in his assigned place with a pleasant smile.
—I did... And I'm looking forward to today... —
—Is it because of seeing me today? —Byron joked, so Michael blinked at his father's sudden childish display and laughed barely audibly. Much improving his mood.
Ah. Couldn't he stay like this all day today? Michael begged inwardly, but could barely ingest a mouthful when his older brother arrived, almost slamming the doors. With a humour that might be compared to dogs fighting for food.
—That bastard! Couldn't he have been in a coma? —
Michael must not have been a genius to know who he was referring to, so trying to ignore that fact, he tried to get the food past his mouth.
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—Why didn't he die? Should I send more assassins? Any bandits? —
—You'd better calm those tempers. Thomas. —The father of the family looked sideways at his youngest offspring. —Are you blind? You're in the dining room, sit down and behave. —
—Huh? —
Thomas who had arrived like a hurricane, noticing that his younger brother was already present in the dining room, changed his mood to a much more nervous one, so obeying his father, he tried to fix what he had broken.
—A—Ah, today's b—breakfast looks exquisite.... Is it because of some event? —The patriarch of the family looked at him angrily before sighing.
Why was his second son so impulsive? Well, whatever. He had a new task now, and that was to cheer up the only Doncel in the place.
—Not at all, Thomas. This is a present for Michael, for his continued effort with the housework and his studies... —
—Ah. —Thomas understood the hidden message, and his father's purpose, and tried to contribute to the task.  —III, today you woke up cuter than usual. It is obvious that something would be done in your honour? Isn't that right, dad? —
—Yes, yes, yes. It's just as you say. —Both men laughed as if they had told a nice anecdote, but there was only a small reaction from Michael, who, after understanding that his family was trying to make him feel good, blushed at the attempt at flattery.
Is this what he would protect with his sacrifice? He hoped so, otherwise? No, it wasn't worth thinking about.
Michael shook his head softly, and raising his visitor again, smiled brightly. Yes, this was the only way.
And as if good fortune had smiled on him, Michael and his family continued to talk until the butler entered and cut short the momentary happiness, giving way to bitterness.
—My Lord. The lady's carriage has been prepared. We are ready to leave... —
Michael had scarcely time to finish his meal, for anxiety prevented any more food from coming in. So rising, he quickly said what he had to do.
—I will see your Excellency, Duke Astral. And once the meeting is over, I will quickly return home. —
Byron, who held up one of his tender hands to stop him, half—stood, so hopelessly. He nodded at the words, and thinking what he could do to protect his son, announced his own move.
—Michael, Christopher will accompany you, and Yuma will be your chaperone. Take them with you and go carefully. —
—Father... —Michael, who could barely stand the pressure, was grateful for the gesture, so nodding again, he headed for the exit. But not before taking one more look at his worried family.
If he could protect them then... It would all have been worth it.
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Chapter 2.2
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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Astral, the Miserable Villain
Let's start with the cards and images!
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First of all we have our beloved Astral; who in this fic takes the name of Astral Encinereb. -The villain of the day, the main villain, the baddest of the bad guys, the main villain and the one who ends the worst. Can you imagine knowing that you'll end up in a guillotine? It must be terrifying to know that at every turn. I understand a bit about Astral and his miserable fate upon reincarnation. But, well, anything for a fic? the end justifies the means? hahaha, no, that's not a good excuse.
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Different scenes, two different people. One had a life full of excess, the other simply had the misfortune of occupying a body that was not his. But is it true that everything can be judged at the first reincarnation? Well, that's for us to find out.
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Astral is in trouble, serious trouble. His duty is to find a way to solve it, even if it is not his fault in the first place. It is certainly a pity.
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Ay, ay, our sugar cube won't have it easy, welcome our Astral Encinereb! Our Wretched Villain.
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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Hello! It's been a while since I've posted, hoping for a few more visitors. So now I'm going to show you the unpublished images of the first chapter of my fanfic Keyshipping! ‘Villain Please Don't Die!’ It's just a click away, you know where to click. Wink, wink.
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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It's Today! It's Today! The release of the first chapter of "Villain Please Don't Die!" is today! Part 1. 1 is today! We're celebrating in style! Yuma and Astral know it!
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Imagine that both of them are now Villains and Vector is a hero together with...@#%&€$? That must have been quite a surprise. Hahaha
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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Can anyone imagine this sugar cube as an evil villain?
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Capable of anything for lack of morals and righteousness. With a chiseled, human, elegant face and being a powerful Duke? (And in a Korean Manhwua style) Well, Astral can be. And here I leave you the living proof of it....
And there will be more of this in my fanfic "Villain Please Don't Die!" Give it a look, I assure you won't regret it.
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azura19 · 2 months ago
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I need your help, I'm obsessed with the idea that Aren (Don Thousand) is and always will be Astral's "mother". 👌😔 Hahahahahaha, and am I the only one who sees how her image alone, her person is elegant and stylish, contrary to what Eliphas represents? Please! See how beautiful and perfect he is! 😍✨
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