I Regressed and the Genre Changed

Chapter 5 – Kyle Winfred

Chapter 5 – Kyle Winfred

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 5 – Kyle Winfred

I locked eyes with Isabel, who suddenly came to visit.

“Why are you here?”

I asked, poking my ear as if I was tired of her presence.

My indifferent response made Isabel’s arms tremble.

“Did your maid make a mistake with the date again?”

I casually inquired, turning her rudeness of showing up unannounced at someone else’s mansion back to her.

After a moment, her face turned as red as she realized my intention.

“…Can we please talk?”

I swallowed a sigh that seemed to escape involuntarily.

What’s the point of having a conversation when we’re about to break off the engagement?

‘Why is she doing this?’

My arrogance crept in.

Being interrupted during mealtime by an unwelcome guest, there’s nothing worse than this.

“I refuse.”

“Why on earth…!”

“Do you have something to say during dinner? Can’t you read the atmosphere?”

When I gestured towards the table by the window where food was laid out, Isabel’s eyes turned shocked as if she hadn’t heard what I said.

I slowly turned my head towards her.

“I don’t want to eat a cold meal.”

That was a clear indication for her to leave immediately.

But Isabel, with an apparent grudge, only gritted her teeth and ignored my words, staying put.

Eventually, I approached her with a sigh.

“Why are you standing there like a stone statue?”

“…Let’s talk.”

“If you have something to say, say it here. I’ll listen for a moment.”

“Let’s talk properly inside, not in a place like this…!”

“Hey.”

I called out to her in a low voice, and her shoulders twitched slightly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What…!”

“What are you talking about right now? When you came here insulting me and spreading all sorts of slander, did you think about having a conversation?”

Isabel’s lips, ready to respond, closed like a lie.

I didn’t lose my momentum and sharply retorted,

“Conversation? Ha. Let me ask. What will change just because we talk?”

“Of course! Firstly, we can clear up any misunderstandings and then have constructive discussions about the upcoming engagement ceremony…”

“Nonsense.”

I chuckled coldly, feeling a surge of irritation.

Isabel Yustia despises Kyle Winfred.

Without any doubt or suspicion, it’s such a natural story.

I’ve never once thought otherwise, and I never will.

In this world, Isabel Yustia is the heroine who shines brighter than anyone else, while Kyle is an illegitimate child, nothing but a mere villain.

They are an incompatible pair to begin with.

Even if Kyle Winfred insists he’s part of the Duke family, the stigma of being a bastard is not easily shaken off.

Loving a woman who doesn’t fit the theme.

In return, enduring the hatred of the woman he loved the most.

That’s the entirety of the relationship between “Isabel Yustia” and “Kyle Winfred” as described in the official setting book.

What kind of life Kyle Winfred lived, why he fell in love with Isabel, and why he ended up living such a miserable life.

No one cared about the villain’s narrative.

Isabel in the previous run was no different.

— Don’t you dare be hypocritical in front of me, it’s disgusting.

— Trash of a human being.

— Get rid of your delusions! Just talking to someone like you is torturous!

A voice reminiscent of a hallucination echoed in my ears.

I heard a level of verbal abuse that I could never have imagined, but it was okay.

After all, I’m an outsider, and as long as I die acting as the villain according to the system and return to my original world, it’ll be all fine.

Even while hearing such words, I couldn’t bring myself to utter that I didn’t want to get engaged.

And when I was accused of being the culprit when something happened, I couldn’t even declare my innocence.

Because I might not be able to return to my original world.

But now that I’ve chosen the Holy Relic instead of the system, is there even a little need to resolve the misunderstandings with Isabel?

What changed in her mind, and what reasons led her to cling to me?

Everything was filled with doubts, but I don’t particularly want to hear or ask for reasons.

‘Not necessary.’

I am human too.

I can’t just completely trust the woman who killed me.

Isabel has her path to follow.

And I have mine.

Yes, that’s all there is to our relationship.

“If there are misunderstandings, so what? And if there aren’t any, what’s the point of being so dissatisfied? Do you think it’s appropriate to suddenly come and insist on having a pleasant conversation at this hour?”

One step, then another.

I slowly moved towards her.

“You’ve been looking down on people like bugs all this time, and now what? Clearing up misunderstandings?”

“That, your past actions…”

“Ha.”

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Kyle Winfred.

A villain in a game who repeats trashy acts and eventually dies like trash.

Surprisingly, he had one hidden secret.

“Are you sure about that?”

“What?”

“My past actions you’ve heard about all this time. Are you sure you believe it’s the truth without any doubt?”

Kyle Winfred is a villain.

But even he wasn’t inherently evil from birth.

A commoner mother.

And a bastard.

How would a man from such humble origins be treated in the Duke family?

On the outside, he might be treated as a member of the Duke family.

But would the direct descendants of the family think the same way?

‘They treated him like a dog.’

Spreading unfounded rumors to tarnish his reputation, intentionally excluding him from all official family events, and orchestrating villainous acts using any means necessary.

Meeting Isabel amidst such circumstances must have felt like encountering a glimmer of hope in his otherwise miserable life.

But being treated like trash by the only woman he ever loved must have driven him further into madness.

And thus, Kyle Winfred, completely twisted, became a true villain.

“Answer.”

For the record, at this point, since the regression, Kyle Winfred hasn’t directly committed any heinous acts.

At most, they were cute tantrums to attract Isabel’s attention.

“I-I…!”

Isabel’s eyes turned red, and she couldn’t continue her sentence.

Understandably so.

Would she even have any inkling of the hidden settings that don’t appear anywhere in the game, let alone me discovering them while living as Kyle Winfred?

“Bastard. Trash. Pathetic human.”

“…”

“I was surprised. You’re the first woman to interpret me in such diverse ways.”

“…”

“Want me to continue? Worthless. Horrible. Cursed human…”

“S-Stop…!”

Isabel’s eyes gradually filled with tears.

Her stubbornness to come and talk melted away in an instant.

Seeing her at a loss made me feel indescribable.

“How strange. Why was I so obsessed with you?”

I spat out words that didn’t reflect my true feelings.

Just speculative remarks about what Kyle Winfred would have done.

“Bastard, trash. Words I heard every day, but the day I heard them directly from your mouth was especially miserable. It felt like I became a real bastard.”

Isabel finally shed tears.

Whether she was shocked by my words or not, her hesitant breathing grew rougher.

An eerie silence filled the room.

“See her out.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and turned my back.

Since the butler overheard the entire conversation, there’s a good chance the content of our conversation will reach the ears of the Duke.

That’s when it happened.

“Kyle—!!”

Isabel called out to me, crying.

When I turned my head for a moment, her gaze was directed somewhere in the room.

I followed her gaze.

On the bedside table to the right, there was a brown case.

Inside it was a ring similar to the engagement ring Isabel was wearing on her ring finger.

“You said you threw it away—!!”

Is she crazy? How much is that worth to throw away?

I’ll sell it later and make some money.

“I’ll guide you out, Young Lady.”

“Wait! I still have something to say to Kyle…!”

“It will be difficult if you do this, Lady Isabel.”

As Isabel persisted, the butler gestured to the servants standing by.

A moment later.

“W-Wait, just a moment, please, Kyle!!”

She shouted inappropriately and was dragged out of the room.

Watching her being taken away, I muttered cautiously.

“Did that take care of it?”

****

A few days after the commotion.

The Duke, who had left to find the Holy Blood, finally returned to the mansion.

And…

“It was indeed there. Not a fake, but the real Holy Blood.”

The Duke admitted that he found the Holy Blood at the location I had pointed out.

“I told you. It’s authentic.”

“I admit it. Kyle, your presence has finally helped the family.”

Is he really that happy to have found the Holy Blood?

An unmistakable joy bloomed on the Duke’s face.

“I believe you haven’t forgotten the terms of our deal.”

I calmly reminded him of our agreement.

Considering the extent to which he involved Geass, there’s no possibility of the Duke changing his mind now, but due to my naturally hasty nature, I wanted to get a confirmation as soon as possible.

I waited for his response, staring at him.

A moment later.

With a faint smile, the Duke’s tightly closed lips parted.

“I will directly request the cancellation of the engagement to Count Yustia. And inform the butler that the blank note be issued whenever you need it.”

[Translator – Peptobismol]