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Reincarnated as the Villainess's attendant

Kuro Aku was a high-schooler who one day bought a game because he liked one of the characters on the cover. To his great surprise, that game turned out to be an otome game and the character he liked was the villainess who was destined for a bad end! He was desperately playing through the game in search of some sort of way to save the villainess but he died in an accident before he could achieve that, and got reincarnated into the world of that very game by a selfish being who began calling him its toy! In a different world, before the proper game started, and as a side character who doesn't even have a name fueled by a firm conviction to save the tragic villainess, he won't stop at anything to ensure her happiness! Is saving the villainess even possible? And what does being a toy of the mysterious being even means? Read now to find the answer! Former title: Reincarnated into an otome game and becoming the attendant of the villainess - For my master, I'm ready to even kill the heroine ********** *************** The story cover is made by an amazing @YumenoKiseki - thank you so much once again for such lovely art! *************** ********** New discord account: Sound_Hammer#0850

Sound_Hammer · Fantasy
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812 Chs

Chapter 68 - Attendats' business [side] (part 2)

"Alright, that's done..."

Burushiitto lowered her hands and breathed out – the bruises that showed up after being nearly crushed by the half-asleep Veo were all gone.

"About your arms..."

The blond girl turned to the brown-haired girl in a maid's uniform and made a concerned expression.

"I never actually seen anything like this – the nervous system is literally gone, the veins are blocked, tendons and muscles are stuck together in ridiculous ways as if they just molded together... what in the world happened to you and who healed you to get them to such a state... I'm honestly surprised there is no sign of necrosis...– and how are you even able to move them when they are like that?"

|...the parents from my past life should be proud – I am putting the cram-school knowledge to practical use – still... shame that I died before learning whether I was accepted to that med school or not...|