"Huhh? When am I?.
I m pressed down by something unfamiliar.
His breathing was shallow. His limbs wouldn't move the way he wanted them to.
But i feel like I'm sleeping on cloud.
So soft , warm and cozy.
Am I… dreaming?
Is someone crying...
Voices echoed around him. Soft. Anxious.
"His fever has finally gone down."
"Thank the gods…"
Are you still hurting baby.
"Please don't cry luci.
Dev frowned.
Baby ?
Luci?
Who are they
Am I still in a dream?
My lord?
He tried to open his eyes—and the world flooded in.
The room is too big and shiny. A ceiling too high. Curtains too shiny and big . A smell of herbs and incense. It's looking like a palace.
Huhh ?
Large shadows moved near the bed. When he tried to lift his hand, it felt small. Too small.
He froze.
Slowly, carefully, Dev looked down at himself.
Short arms. Pale skin. Tiny fingers trembling under silk sheets.
A child's body.
Whtttttt ?
Wait?
Lucian?
No no this can't be right.
Like how can this happened .
But this is not dream ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
I am really in to the novel.
But why ?
And which novel? i don't read any my older sister does .
She was supposed to be in this
Not me
Memories crashed into him like a broken dam.
A gentle voice broke through his thoughts.
A beautiful woman sat beside the bed, eyes red from crying. Her silver-blonde hair was tied back loosely, and when she took his hand, it felt warm.
"Luci, can you hear me?"
Lucian.
That name hit him harder than anything else.
No…
He knew this name.
He had heard it countless times—his sister's angry rants, her crying, her late-night discussions about "wasted potential" and "tragic villains."
Lucian Asterion.
The villain who would die by the Crown Prince's sword.
A villain prince everyone hated.
A boy born without magic.
A cruel ending.
"…Lucian?"
Dev swallowed.
"…Mother?"
The word slipped out automatically, thin and weak.
The woman let out a soft, broken sound and pulled him into her arms.
"My precious child… don't scare me like that again."
Her voice trembled.
Dev—no, Lucian—closed his eyes.
So it was real.
Later that day, after the physicians left and the room grew quiet again, Lucian lay in bed, staring at the ceilings.
His sister had loved that story. She talked about it while cooking, while studying, while brushing her hair. Dev had listened without meaning to, memorizing the plot piece by piece.
The villain prince.
The adopted sister.
The crown prince.
The cold heart grand duke.
Duchess Selene Asterion, Dev realized numbly.
My mother. Lucian's mother.
This was real.
He had reincarnated.
Lucian knew:
He would be hated.
He would die.
He knew Kael Ashford Valerius, the Grand Duke of north, would lose everything and turn into a demon. And he also died he killed himself.
"Ana was crying when he died.
The authors did really bad to him.
He knew Sir Elias Moonveil—kind, loyal Elias—would choose duty over him.
"But how lucian meet 'elias?
he knew about Seraphina Asterion.
The adopted sister everyone loved. She is in the novel heroine. She has healing powers.
She got adopted when lucian was 6 years old. And she was 7 .
Why everywhere i am the youngest one .
it's still have 1 years. when Seraphina come.
I have to behave like a good younger brother.
Lucian closed his eyes.
I don't need revenge.
I don't need love.
I just don't want to die.
That was all.
Two months later, Lucian was allowed outside the manor.
Wrapped in warm clothes and surrounded by maids, he walked slowly through the bustling market streets. Everything felt too loud, too bright. People bowed as he passed, their eyes filled with admiration—or curiosity.
He hated it.
This attention will turn into hatred one day.