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Silvia Balthazar was absolutely furious.

She had just heard the news that the good-for-nothing brat, whom she had thought was dead on the Northern Front, had come back to life.

“Is it true? That bastard has come back alive.”

“W-well, he does look different, but it’s definitely him, Young Master.”

“Do you know how he came back to life after saying he was dead?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure…”

“Damn it. I thought he couldn’t possibly have survived. He must have schemed up something else.”

It had been 11 years since she last faced her lineage mate.

They say ten years can change a landscape, but her memories of her lineage mate hadn’t changed at all.

Rather, as time passed, they only became clearer.

Her memories of her lineage mate were all bad from beginning to end.

“What’s that bastard’s purpose? Why did he return to the family after 11 years?”

“I heard he came to see the head of the household…”

Her father, who had lost consciousness due to his deteriorating health…?

What did it mean for the only son of the Balthazar family to appear at the moment when her father was bedridden after 11 years of not showing his face?

What was the reason he returned home now?

Silvia guessed the reason from the track record of her lineage mate that she had observed and remembered.

If it was that madman who would gather courtesans to the mansion and throw wild parties while running a drug cartel with other nobles――

“――Damn, this crazy bastard!”

He had planned to inherit the family when her father died after not showing his face for 11 years!

Just as this thought crossed her mind, Silvia felt something snap in her head.

Suppressing the boiling rage, she marched forward.

Around her father’s room, maids of the mansion had gathered.

Most were female employees, while the male employees had retreated to the back.

Before she could even ponder the confusion, Silvia barged in.

“Step aside.”

There were no sounds of laughter or conversation coming from inside the room.

Strangely, the maids’ expressions were more than just simple wariness.

Some were blushing, while others seemed nervous, fidgeting with their fingers and looking down.

Silvia frowned for a moment.

‘……What’s going on? Why is the atmosphere like this?’

The reaction was vastly different from what she had imagined regarding the return of the good-for-nothing.

As if he had returned not as just a troublesome brat, but as something more complex――

Silvia burst open the door.

The first thing that caught her eye upon entering the room was a well-built man sitting with his back turned.

The muscles bulging beneath his clothes felt as if they were alive.

His calm demeanor as he looked down at her unconscious father seemed oddly out of place.

For a moment, Silvia halted.

Glancing towards the employees standing around the door, she quietly asked.

“…Is that him?”

A strangely flushed new maid nodded her head.

“Yes, yes, that’s him. The butler said it’s Young Master Ian… Is that correct?”

Silvia squinted, staring intently at the man’s back.

This was not the back of the lineage mate she knew.

The lineage mate she remembered had been much less impressive physically and had no muscles whatsoever due to lack of training.

Could the person standing before her truly be her lineage mate?

At that moment, the man turned without looking back and spoke.

“Looks like you’re still alive.”

The familiar voice resonated in her ears.

It overlapped with the gentle voice from her childhood that she could barely remember and the voice that had called her a mixed breed and told her to get lost.

Silvia scrunched her face.

“Damn. What’s wrong with you?”

The lineage mate― Ian turned his head to look at Silvia.

His wolf-like fierce gaze met hers.

Her brother, with scars on his lips and eyebrows, had changed a lot, but she could barely find traces of him from 11 years ago.

Even though the scars had increased, he still looked like a parasite.

From behind, shrieks, not quite screams, erupted from the female maids.

Silvia shot a death glare at the maids standing behind her.

“Ah, haha… I just remembered some work I forgot, so I’ll just be going now―”

“I, I will too…!”

“Let’s go together!”

The employees disappeared in an instant.

As the surroundings fell quiet, Silvia shot daggers at Ian.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you come back? You should have just died over there. Why the hell did you come back?”

Ian shrugged indifferently.

“I just came back to check if Count Balthazar and you were still alive.”

“Don’t even dream of targeting the head of the household. There’s no place for trash that hasn’t been in the family for 11 years.”

Ian seemed taken aback by her words, staring at her face for a while.

Then, he let out a chuckle.

Silvia’s anger began to surge endlessly.

“Don’t split hairs, you bastard. You come back after 11 years just because you heard my father is dying, looking for scraps or something?”

“I have no interest in the head of the household position at all. As I said earlier, I simply came to confirm your lives.”

“――Damn, that’s exactly the problem you’re talking about! What? Confirming our lives? Are you advertising that you’ve sent an assassin or something?!”

Ian waved his hand dismissively.

The moment Silvia reached out to grab his shoulder, her breath caught in her throat at something emanating from the man’s back.

―Killing intent.

More precisely, the moment he simply turned his head, the air in the room completely froze.

What he exuded wasn’t malice or hostility.

It was merely the natural aura of someone who had slaughtered monsters in the North and survived.

A person whose every breath was steeped in the deaths of hundreds.

It filled the room like liquid poured into a tank.

Silvia felt as if someone were clutching her nape, choking her.

Her heart raced wildly, and her stomach churned.

“Urgh…!”

Her legs gave way, and Silvia knelt down.

She couldn’t breathe, and a cough led to vomit spilling out.

Tears and saliva mixed and flowed down her cheeks.

The maids, hiding and watching, gasped silently in horror.

She couldn’t even lift her head.

Instead, her body trembled like a frail prey standing before a beast.

Ian quietly turned to her.

Eyes of a wolf, devoid of emotion.

And carelessly, he patted Silvia’s shoulder with one hand.

“There’s no need to be tense. I didn’t send any assassins. There’s no reason to. I don’t need the head of the household position anyway.”

Ian exited the room without further response.

Just before leaving, he casually threw in a remark as if he had forgotten.

“By the way, I’m not Balthazar; I’m Valencia. If you see me again, please call me Duke Valencia.”

As he left the room, whispers circulated among the remaining employees.

“I heard he was a good-for-nothing. What on earth happened… is he the same person?”

“He didn’t look like a former good-for-nothing at all. Did he go through some rigorous training?”

“I heard he came from the North?”

Pride, anger, and all sorts of mixed emotions surged in her throat.

‘……Is that really Ian? How in the world―’

―The name of the war hero who had returned from the North flashed through Silvia’s mind.

And the fact that he had received the title of Duke.

***

‘Why did I suddenly throw up?’

Suddenly, she was kneeling, throwing up while approaching him.

What a ridiculous little sister.

‘They say siblings are alike. One’s a good-for-nothing, and the other… the family lineage has gone awry.’

I left the mansion and walked the streets, lost in thought.

Unlike the original story, both Silvia and Tiran were alive and well.

Tiran had lost consciousness due to his illness, and Silvia was fulfilling the duties of the head of the household without being mummified.

In the original story, Tiran, who lost his wife to a monster, went insane and began experimenting with the monsters.

It was a tearful story of trying to bring his wife back through monsters.

As Tiran delved into monster research, he gradually started to lose his sanity and eventually turned all the servants and employees in the count’s estate into monsters.

This incident was positioned as a side quest in the game, making it an inevitable occurrence.

‘Did the original story get derailed? No, that seems too simple to say.’

The appearances of key characters, including the Emperor and the Sword Saint, had dramatically changed.

Most primary NPCs had become quite handsome, and even the Emperor had changed genders.

This was something impossible even if I caused a butterfly effect on the Northern Front.

Moreover, considering that the Balthazar family was still alive, it raised the possibility that this world was not the one I knew.

But the experiences I faced on the Northern Front outright denied such possibilities.

If this world wasn’t the game I knew, then what were the monstrous bastards I had encountered and slain there?

Conflicting contradictions were denying all other possibilities.

What in the world was the world I had reincarnated into?

Just as I was about to return home with those thoughts in mind.

A shadow seeped out from the dark alley ahead.

It flickered roughly even in the darkness, yet the moment it touched the light, it materialized into a tangible form.

From beyond the shadow, a tall man wearing a long black coat emerged.

“Duke Valencia.”

A handsome man with black and white hair mixed in stripes stood there.

As I began to sense a déjà vu from his checkered hair, the man who came out of the alley continued speaking.

“Her Majesty the Emperor has completed preparations to open the secret chambers. Please follow me directly to the Imperial Palace.”

At that trigger, I realized who the man before me was.

That man with the checkered hairstyle also undoubtedly held an important position in the game.

Walter Gernhardt.

The Empire’s third Aura user and head of the Imperial Intelligence Bureau.

In other words, he was a specialist in hunting down and killing high-ranking nobles.

However, there was one problem again—

‘Why has he also become a handsome man? What on earth are the standards here?’

Walter Gernhardt had been a middle-aged man.

To make matters worse, he had progressed to the point of being in the final stages of M-shaped hair loss.

He was not a young handsome man that you would expect to find in such a fantasy setting.

It wasn’t like I had installed some fantasy mode either.

I Mistook the Genre and Ended up Becoming a War Hero

I Mistook the Genre and Ended up Becoming a War Hero

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Korean
I thought I was possessed by a dark fantasy world. If I had known it was a romance novel, I wouldn’t have enlisted twice.

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