The Villainess Wants to Indulge in 'Moe' to Her Heart's Content! - Episode 4

Like a dam bursting, memories flooded her mind in an overwhelming rush.

A packed commuter train, filled to the brim with people in suits and uniforms. Sleek skyscrapers towering overhead, making the sky seem smaller. Rows upon rows of sterile office desks, the rhythmic tapping of keyboards echoing through the space.

The same tapping sound, now in a familiar eight-tatami one-room apartment. A desk cluttered with manga, anime merchandise, and game collectibles. A smartphone screen displaying Twitter. The hum of an anime playing in the background as she worked furiously on her PC.

(This…?)

At the same time, entirely different memories surfaced.

The Kingdom of Strahl, known as the Paradise of Light. The Ahrensmeyer Ducal Estate, filled with vibrant flowers and lush greenery. A beautifully manicured rose garden—her favorite retreat. The joy of afternoon tea amidst the blossoms. A pearl-colored violin, Niccolò Amati, a gift from her mother. She had always adored its soft, gentle tones.

“I… I am…”

A bustling convention hall, packed with fellow enthusiasts. The taste of celebratory drinks after an event.

The exhilaration of her first invitation to a royal tea party. The sheer beauty and grandeur of the palace had left her in awe.

“I… I am…”

The announcement of a sequel to The Six Saints’ FORELSKET: A Love Too Blissful to Speak Of. The breathtaking trailer. She had been so overjoyed—so deeply moved—that she had wept.

The first time she had ever seen Prince Licht in person—she could never forget it. Even at eight years old, his charisma was unmatched. His dazzling beauty had captivated her. Every movement, every word, had been mesmerizing.

A summer Comiket, armed with her bonus paycheck, ready to claim as many of her beloved characters as possible.

The snowy white foal she had received for her tenth birthday from her father—her cherished companion.

Hojicha lattes from Starbucks—her must-have indulgence during long work hours or manuscript deadlines.

The uniform of Aeternitas Academy, embroidered with the golden crest—the very same school Prince Licht attended.

And then—

The blinding headlights of a truck, speeding toward her at full force.

“…!”

Letizia squeezed her eyes shut and collapsed to her knees.

“L-Lady Letizia!?”

A woman’s panicked voice rang out, laced with alarm.

But Letizia couldn’t answer—wouldn’t answer. She could only clutch her head and take a shuddering breath.

(Ah… I see now…)

A truck. Barreling toward her without slowing.

She had been crossing at a green light. There was no reason for it to happen—no explanation she would ever know.

But one thing was certain.

From that moment onward, there were no more memories of her past life.

(I must have died…)