A blank darkness.
That was the only thing my gaze could lay at the moment. Unable to tell whether darkness just shrouded or eyes were simply closed.
"Is this death?"
The thought came to mind, well not like it mattered anyway, imprisoned in this place with consciousness blurring by the seconds, unable to move, leaving me with pure frustration, filled with anger. My sanity withering away by the seconds.
Just then a light brightened my world, extremely blurry, barely being able to discern some jagged shadows of human figures while hearing unknown voices in languages my mind simply couldn't comprehend.
After a few days, the world was finally cleared and my glimpse fell in front of me leaving me utterly dumbfounded, an ancient mediaeval room with countless beautiful stacked maids serving me. Honestly, blushing was the right answer but my cheeks simply couldn't for that matter.
Around probably a week's time, already able to crawl around my knees and in barely half a half month, standing tall was already probable. The maids were completely delighted when they saw these, leaving me to wonder that these might be an abnormality?
Either way, my family seemed to be rich and well-off, having so many servants, causing me to heave a sigh of relief that there would be no financial difficulties of my previous life. After this, all my time was spent on learning the language and costume of this world by a teacher, assigned by the woman assumed to be my mother.
Learning a new language excited me to the extreme, in my riveted state, completely mastering everything in less than a mere span of a year. When babies are barely able to call papa and mama's, here was me, speaking fluently like a well seasoned professional.
My mind always raced as if having an IQ of 99999999 and a body that could be controlled from the slightest minute details.
Also another thing:
Ron Cown.
That was my name, the first child of the Crown duchy. Fucking hell, words couldn't begin to describe the excitement bubbling in heart. Absolutely having scored a bag in this life, maybe it was all the good things from the previous life?
Then being assigned a swordsmanship teacher and a magic teacher for my learning. This made me even more excited. Magic and Swordmanship? Sign me up!
Time passed in the blink of an eye, years passed with me just focusing on the two subjects, my pure growth leaving all the teachers of mine more dumbfounded.
Just like that eleven years passed and soon my name echoed in whispers:
The Monster of The Crown Duchy!
Today was my twelfth birthday, and like always, there was a room full of maids to celebrate it. But there was little to no worry in my heart, the duke, my father, had several women to care for and although being the first child, there were several siblings behind me already, as for my mother, she was a professor at the royal academy and always busy.
There was no hope for them to visit me anyway.
"Oh, well."
Gently blowing the candle in front of me, a smile drew on my lips.
"Happy birthday, young master."
All the maids celebrated, cheering in complete symphony.
"Hmm," nodding with a calm and cold expression.
Just then a panel appeared in front.
[Villain System]
"Eh?"
[Name: Ron Crown
Level: 1
Age: 12
Nature:
Strength: 1.6
Pshyquie: 0.8
Magic: 1.2
Skill:
Mission: (Villain Of the World)
[Mission: (Villain Of the World)
You are the main villain of this world, your only mission is to survive so get gud bitch :)]
'Wtf?'
My eyes went completely wide, almost flipping the cake in front of me.
"What's wrong, young master?"
The surrounding maid asked with a voice filled with anxiety.
Taking a deep breath and slightly pinching my arms to gain back clarity, a natural smile drew on my face, "Nothing, you guys can carry on."
"Okay."
They glanced at each with uncertain thoughts.
Once the shenanigans of the birthday party were completely over, dawning on my classical black coat and left the room quickly. Five maids followed along with long black hair in their maid uniforms, they were all my personal maids, having cared for me since being born.
"Where are we going, young master?" Eleanor, the youngest maid, around the age of twenty asked, barely able to contain her patience.
"I am going to my father's place."
"For what?"
"... To go to the battlefield."
"Eh!?"
"I want to draw some blood."
A cruel grin drew on my lips, sending a chill through the spines of the five maids besides me. Since the system declared me as the villain then it is only right for me to become a villain right? It is said that only the hero wins everytime but who the fuck made that rule!
No matter who they are, the absolute bag scored for my life, how dare someone try to disrupt it!? Soon, already coming in front of my fathers doors and knocking it lightly.
"Who is it?" a stern voice came from inside the room.
"It's me Ron, father."
"Oh, Ron? Come in."
Opening the door nonchalantly my gaze fell on my father. A middle-aged man with complementary brown hair and beard sitting on a desk filled with paperworks.
"Cough, cough, what are you doing here, Ron? If you are here to complain about me not coming to your birthday party, just forget it, I have a lot of paperwork to do…" he spoke dismissively, not even bothering to glance my way.
"That is not why I have come here, Duke Crown."
Straightening my back, a stern voice escaped my lips.
"Then?" The duke finally looked at me with a quiver of his brows.
"I want to go to the battlefield."
"... are you sure?"
"Yes, I want to draw blood."
"..."
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Sigh," he leaned back on his seat, seeing his son with a gaze filled with exhaustion, "Do you really want to?"
"Hmm," My answer was only a nod, "My skills are enough to handle it."
"But still sending a child… whatever just go and don't bother me anymore."
"Good."
***
The Crown Duchy protected the borders from the five enemy kingdoms that have eyed their Ruchy Kingdom for decades now. So the battlefield was always chaotic and filled with bloodshed.
Although the Crown Duke was the strongest just below the Royal family, the two were extremely tied down with them and very well be considered as close brothers-in-arms.
Now, there was news that the monster of the Crown Duchy was entering the battlefield.
The road was extremely rigid in their travels, Ron maintaining a calm demeanour while leaning against the comfy boobs of Eleanor. Only parting words he has left before leaving his father and mother was:
"I will be back in six years."
"Young master, we can still turn back now… it isn't too late…"
"Keep quiet, Eleanor," Ron kept his eyes closed.
He had his other four personal maids tagged along, but Eleanor was the best with the biggest boobs.
"... sigh."
Eleanor was left speechless, having raised him since he was born but never understanding Ron completely. Finally, they all arrived on the battlefield. When Ron came out from the carriage, his gaze fell upon the group of people standing there to welcome him with beautiful flowers in arms.
"We welcome the first-in-line of the Crown Duchy."
The leading man knelt with an extremely respectful demeanor. Wearing a silver armour, his strong, firm presence would command anyone's respect but even then kneeling in front of him.
Face completely filled with scars making it crystal clear that he was a general.
Ron calmly walked up to him and nodded his head:
"You do not need to butter me up for a promotion general, is there any chaos in the battlefield right now?"
"Y… yes," he nodded his head with a flabbergasted expression, "For now only some small chaos has occurred and nothing too serious."
Usually the young masters who came to the battlefield wanted to rest and only were there for show but this kid in front of him, seemed to be completely different…
"Hmm, assign me to one of the posts at the border then."
"A… are you sure, young master?"
"Yes," Ron nodded his head.
"What about those soldiers?"
"They will naturally come with me."
"Okay."
Everything went pretty smoothly and Ron was quickly assigned to one of the posts, wearing silver armour and strapped with a sword to his waist. All the hundred strong soldiers carefully guarding him. While the other in the barracks looked with uncertainty.
"Is he as monstrous as the rumours state?"
"I doubt it, the Crown duchy might have spread such a thing to increase their reputation…"
"If that was true, then he shouldn't have come to the battlefield, it would be very blatant, if they were lying."
"Even if it is, do you think a child would be able to draw blood?"
"Haha, without experience, they did become a coward the moment they wanted to stab a person…"
Ron definitely heard the whispers of the soldiers around but the corner of his lips curved up in a cruel grin.
A panel prompt appeared in front of his eyes.
[Side character detected…]
[Mission ensued: capture or kill her
Reward: 10 body-strengthening potions]