The Villain is Being Suspiciously Kind

t relish the killing.
‘Is this normal?’
He had no other thoughts for the dead.
But what he really cared about was……
He had planned to go to her, but she had come to him first.
‘…Citrina.’
He could feel the footsteps of two people.
His senses were acutely aware that their steps were approaching quickly.
‘How will it go?’
He was lost in thought as he looked at the head butler’s body with its broken arm and the wizard’s body who had died after vomiting blood.
‘It’s hideous, but will it surprise you?’
He didn’t want to see the light leave her sparkling eyes.
Somehow feeling nervous, Desian flicked his finger.
The bloodstains on the floor disappeared and the bodies were tidied up slightly.
The sound of footsteps grew louder and louder.
Would Citrina Foluin despise him for killing people?
That’s the way people think, Toloji had said.
But Desian thought for a moment.
He didn’t know how it would feel if Citrina despised him, even though he had a different mindset than other people.
However, he still had no idea what kind of ‘feeling’ he could feel.
Desian blinked slowly.
He couldn’t see her expression well.
“It’s dark.”
As soon as he heard those words, Desian lit a small fire in his hand.
He looked at Aaron first.
Aaron was wiping his tearful face with his sleeve.
There was a lot of redness around his eyes.
Desian was amazed by the amount of tears, which he couldn’t have imagined.
At once, his eyes turned towards Citrina.
“Good day, Citrina.”

“Yes…”
He greeted her with two bodies by his feet, which were cleaned up slightly by his standards.
Certainly, it was a good day to see her.
He thought so.
Citrina’s gem-like eyes were looking at him.
“You didn’t hurt your arm, did you?”
Citrina asked.
Desian’s gaze became persistent.
He was looking at Citrina clutching the bandage in her hand.
“My arm is fine.”
“Aaron was really worried.”
“I see.”
It was a conversation Desian never expected to have.
Desian responded briefly to Citrina’s comments.
His apathetic gaze turned briefly to Aaron.
Tears were dipping from Aaron’s eyes..
Aaron was always full of emotions.
A brother who looked just like him, but Desian couldn’t even imitate his rich emotional expressions.
“I was worried too.”
“You were worried.
About me?”
Desian saw her indifferent eyes slowly fill with emotion.
It was slightly closer to compassion or worry than hatred.
Something different from contempt, pity, or indifference.
Was she as emotionless as she had appeared before, or did she have more emotions than he expected?
Desian wanted a little more of these new feelings showing up in Citrina’s eyes.
It was like he had been wandering around unconsciously.
It was as if the world had suddenly become clear for the first time.
Meanwhile, Citrina who was aware of everything that had happened, was agonizing with a mixed heart.
She knew how the boy Desian was supposed to have lost his emotions and had just committed his first murder which would be imprinted on his mind…
Now that she had seen it already, and as long as the events progressed, she couldn’t leave him be.
Luckily, it didn’t seem like Desian wanted to kill her yet.
‘His curiosity has sprouted, so I need to help it grow in the right direction.’
Based on her guess, it would take many more steps for Desian to become the sociopath who casually killed people in .
‘The first thing is to teach him about feelings and morality, right? How should I do that?’
Citrina cautiously opened her mouth.
“Desian nim.”
After calling his name, Citrina reconsidered her initial mindset.
She was the one who changed as a person after all.
Citrina’s dreams were different from the original work.
She didn’t plan to get too deeply involved with Desian.
Let’s be friendly in moderation.
She glanced at Aaron.
Aaron covered his reddened eyes with his hands.
The corpse’s fingers were under crushed under his feet.
“Aaron nim and I will help you.”
As soon as Citrina finished speaking, Aaron and Desian’s eyes met.
“Thanks, Citrina.”
“Don’t cry.
It makes me sad to see such a cute face cry.”
Aaron stuttered, unable to speak, with his head bowed again.
It was like crying.
It was a childish face, which somehow made Citrina feel suffocated.
The more she realized that this world was full of ‘real’ people rather than 2D characters, the more difficult it was to breathe.
“It’s not something to feel thankful for.”
Citrina responded a little coldly.
Aaron looked touched and spoke to her.
“That’s because we’re family, so we don’t need to say thank you, isn’t that right?”
‘…That’s not it.’
There seemed to be a misconception.
Citrina tried to figure out how to explain the misconception.
“Huh?”
Aaron opened his eyes wide.
Perhaps because he was shy or had been crying, he searched his pocket with a slightly reddened face.
“Oh, oh, that’s right.
Older brother, Citrina, here is a medicinal herb!”
It was a quick change in subject.
Looking at the blue medicinal herb in his hand, Citrina once again recalled the original work.
After Desian killed the dark wizard and the head butler, there was a scene where Aaron tried to cure his brother with a medicinal herb.
‘Aaron wanted to cure him with the medicinal herb, but was unsuccessful.
Because of the effects of the drug, Desian’s mind was completely closed.’
As she recalled, Toloji was killed but Desian didn’t run wild.
But she didn’t know what happened between them.
Desian could have been in a weak state after killing Toloji.
‘Has Desian changed a little?’
Citrina took the medicinal herb from Aaron.
She gazed into Desian’s jet-black eyes and whispered.
“I’ll put a bandage on it.”
“That’s good.”
Desian was staring into her eyes.
Citrina carefully took his wrist in her hands.
‘I don’t think there’s a sprain.’
Encouraged, Citrina put an herb on the cut on his wrist.
She tore her sleeve to make a bandage and wrapped it around the wound before tying it in place.
Since she was skilled at basic first aid, the wound was bandaged quickly.
Desian was looking at her with strange eyes.
“We can’t stay with the bodies.
Shall we go out now?”
Citrina said as she checked the bandages again.
“Citrina, Brother… let’s go, come on.”
“…Alright, let’s go.”
It seemed that the matter was settled.
Except that Desian’s gaze seemed to hold a little heat.