A Psychopath Reborn as a Third-rate Villain

Soft morning light filtered through the curtains of Andras’s room, chasing away the last traces of night.

He opened his eyes before the estate’s morning bell had even rung.

For a few moments, he remained lying quietly, listening to the familiar silence of Darkmoor Manor. Somewhere beyond the windows, birds greeted the dawn while a cool breeze rustled through the ancient trees surrounding the estate.

He rose from bed, washed, changed into a simple black noble outfit, and fastened his sword to his waist.

As he stepped into the corridor, only a handful of servants were already moving about, quietly preparing for another day.

Rather than heading toward the training grounds as usual, Andras turned toward the guest wing.

Before long, he stopped in front of a polished oak door.

Seraphina’s room.

He raised his hand and knocked gently.

Knock. Knock.

No response.

He waited a few seconds before knocking once more.

This time, soft footsteps approached from inside.

Click.

The door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was Seraphina.

She wore a simple ivory nightdress that reached just below her knees. Her silver-blonde hair was adorably disheveled, falling loosely over her shoulders, and she rubbed one sleepy eye with the back of her hand.

Her sapphire eyes were still half-closed as she let out a quiet yawn.

Without the flawless composure she usually maintained, she looked far younger than her eighteen years.

And...

Surprisingly cute.

She blinked several times before finally recognizing the person standing outside.

”...Andras?”

A faint smile appeared on his face.

”Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Seraphina frowned.

”Who are you calling sleepyhead?”

She folded her arms with mock annoyance.

”If anyone deserves that title, it’s you.”

”You openly admitted that sleeping is one of your hobbies.”

Andras nodded without the slightest embarrassment.

”That’s true.”

”So perhaps I’m simply speaking from experience.”

For a brief moment, Seraphina stared at him.

Then she couldn’t help laughing.

”You really don’t lose arguments very often, do you?”

”I try not to.”

The two shared a brief laugh before Andras spoke again.

”I was planning to visit Nightfall City today.”

He looked toward her.

”Would you like to come with me?”

Her sleepy expression brightened immediately.

”The city?”

He nodded.

”You’ve only seen the manor.”

”It would be a shame to leave Darkmoor without seeing the duchy’s capital.”

”I’d like that.”

A genuine smile spread across her face.

”Just give me a little time to get ready.”

”I’ll wait.”

After saying goodbye for the moment, Andras calmly walked downstairs.

Nearly half an hour later...

The front doors of Darkmoor Manor opened once again.

Seraphina emerged wearing an elegant traveling outfit instead of her formal noble dress.

A white blouse was paired with a long navy-blue skirt embroidered with delicate silver threads, while a light cloak rested upon her shoulders.

Her silver-blonde hair had been neatly tied back, leaving only a few loose strands framing her face.

She looked every bit the graceful daughter of House Valebright.

”You didn’t wait long, did you?” she asked.

”Not particularly.”

Andras gestured toward the waiting carriage.

”Shall we?”

She smiled.

”Let’s.”

---

The carriage rolled through the massive gates of Darkmoor Manor before making its way toward Nightfall City.

As they approached, the towering black walls gradually came into view.

Unlike the gloomy image outsiders often imagined, the city beyond those walls was vibrant and full of life.

Wide stone streets stretched in every direction, lined with elegant buildings constructed from polished dark granite accented by white marble and silver ornamentation. Crystal mana lamps hung from decorative iron poles, their enchanted light still glowing faintly despite the morning sun.

Merchants enthusiastically called out to passing customers from colorful market stalls.

Freshly baked bread filled the air with a pleasant aroma.

Children laughed as they chased one another through the streets while musicians played cheerful melodies nearby.

Armored knights patrolled calmly through the bustling avenues, their disciplined presence reassuring rather than oppressive.

The city radiated prosperity.

Seraphina looked around with visible surprise.

”...This is Nightfall?”

”It is.”

She slowly turned toward Andras.

”I was expecting something...”

She searched for the right word.

”...much darker.”

He smiled faintly.

”Most people do.”

”They hear the name ’Darkmoor’ and imagine endless fog, haunted streets, and gloomy castles.”

”But names rarely tell the whole story.”

His gaze drifted toward the lively streets outside.

”Few people bother seeing the truth for themselves.”

Seraphina nodded quietly.

”I suppose rumors don’t only surround people.”

”They surround places as well.”

”Exactly.”

Their carriage continued through the heart of the city.

They passed elegant fountains surrounded by blooming flowers, bustling plazas filled with merchants from distant kingdoms, and magnificent public buildings whose architecture reflected centuries of Darkmoor history.

Everywhere Seraphina looked, the city felt orderly.

Peaceful.

Far different from the bleak image painted by countless rumors.

Eventually, the carriage stopped before an elegant three-story building.

A polished silver plaque above the entrance read—

Silvermoon Atelier

The finest tailor in the entire duchy.

Andras stepped out first before offering Seraphina a hand.

She accepted it with quiet grace.

The moment they entered, several attendants immediately bowed.

”Welcome back, Young Master.”

”The clothes you commissioned have been completed.”

An elderly gentleman with neatly combed gray hair approached them with an elegant smile.

His eyes briefly shifted toward Seraphina before widening almost imperceptibly.

”My...”

”What a distinguished pair.”

”You complement one another remarkably well.”

Seraphina blinked.

A faint blush appeared upon her cheeks.

Andras remained perfectly calm.

”We’re here to collect my order.”

”Of course.”

The tailor cleared his throat, hiding an amused smile before gesturing toward one of his assistants.

A few moments later...

The assistant carefully carried out a large wooden case.

Opening it revealed an exquisite formal outfit crafted entirely in Darkmoor’s colors.

A tailored black coat woven from rare Shadow Silk shimmered subtly beneath the light, while intricate silver embroidery traced elegant patterns across the cuffs and collar.

A deep crimson cape bearing the crest of House Darkmoor completed the ensemble.

Even Seraphina couldn’t hide her admiration.

”It’s beautiful.”

The tailor smiled proudly.

”We spared no effort.”

Andras carefully inspected every detail before giving a satisfied nod.

”Excellent work.”

The elderly tailor bowed respectfully.

”Your satisfaction is our greatest reward, Young Master.”

After arranging for the outfit to be delivered safely back to the manor, the two quietly left Silvermoon Atelier.

Outside...

The streets of Nightfall were busier than ever.

Seraphina glanced toward Andras with a gentle smile.

”So...”

”Where are we going next?”

A faint smile appeared on his face.

”First...”

”We’re having lunch.”

Together, they disappeared into the lively streets as the city continued bustling around them.

Chapter 52: A Day in Nightfall (Part 2)

The afternoon sun hung high above Nightfall City as the two left Silvermoon Atelier.

The streets were livelier than before.

Merchants called out to passing customers, children chased one another through the wide stone roads, and the aroma of roasted meat, fresh bread, and sweet pastries drifted through the air.

Seraphina looked around with quiet fascination.

”Your city feels... alive.”

Andras glanced at the bustling streets.

”It usually is.”

”The merchants from neighboring duchies often stop here before traveling to the capital.”

”So you’ll find almost anything if you’re willing to look.”

She smiled.

”I can see that.”

---

Not long afterward, they entered a well-known restaurant overlooking one of Nightfall’s central plazas.

Large crystal windows allowed warm sunlight to pour across polished wooden tables, while a small fountain outside created a soothing backdrop to the quiet conversations within.

A servant respectfully escorted them to a private balcony overlooking the square.

Several dishes were soon placed before them.

Grilled river fish seasoned with fragrant herbs.

Freshly baked bread.

Roasted vegetables.

Creamy mushroom soup.

And chilled fruit juice prepared from mana-grown berries.

Neither of them spoke much while eating.

The silence wasn’t awkward.

It was comfortable.

Occasionally, they exchanged a few comments about the food or watched the crowds moving below.

After finishing their meal, Andras set down his glass.

”There’s one more place I’d like to visit.”

Seraphina looked at him curiously.

”Oh?”

---

The two resumed their walk through the city.

Rather than returning toward the noble district, Andras led her into one of Nightfall’s oldest commercial streets.

Unlike the grand avenues, this part of the city possessed an entirely different charm.

Small family-owned shops stood side by side.

Some sold enchanted jewelry.

Others specialized in magical scrolls, alchemical ingredients, antiques, or rare books.

The lively atmosphere made the street feel welcoming rather than extravagant.

Eventually...

Andras stopped before a modest yet elegant storefront.

A beautifully painted sign hung above the entrance.

Moonbrush Atelier

Below it was written:

”For those who paint not only the world... but their hearts.”

Seraphina tilted her head.

”A painting shop?”

Andras nodded.

”I remembered you mentioning yesterday that one of your hobbies is painting.”

A hint of surprise appeared in her sapphire eyes.

”You remembered?”

”I don’t make a habit of forgetting conversations.”

For a brief moment, Seraphina simply looked at him before smiling softly.

Together, they stepped inside.

---

The interior was filled with every kind of artistic tool imaginable.

Shelves displayed countless varieties of enchanted brushes, crystal ink bottles, rare pigments, enchanted canvases, carving tools, and painting stands crafted from precious woods.

Soft instrumental music drifted quietly through the shop.

The elderly shopkeeper greeted them with a polite bow.

”Welcome.”

”Please take your time.”

Seraphina wandered slowly between the shelves.

Her eyes sparkled with genuine interest.

She carefully examined different brushes, occasionally picking one up before gently returning it to its place.

Unlike the composed noblewoman everyone knew...

She now looked like an artist discovering a hidden treasure.

Andras quietly followed several steps behind.

He noticed her gaze lingering on one particular display.

Inside a crystal case rested an elegant brush.

Its handle was carved from pale silver wood, while the snow-white bristles shimmered faintly with traces of mana.

The craftsmanship was exceptional.

The shopkeeper noticed where they were looking.

”Excellent choice.”

”That is a Moon Spirit Brush.”

”It naturally guides mana through the brush, allowing artists to paint with extraordinary precision.”

”It is especially treasured by painters who also possess magical talent.”

Seraphina admired it for a moment before reluctantly stepping back.

”It’s beautiful...”

”But I don’t really need it.”

Without another word...

Andras turned toward the shopkeeper.

”I’ll take it.”

Seraphina blinked.

She looked at him in surprise.

”...Andras?”

He accepted the carefully wrapped box before walking over and placing it in her hands.

”A small gift.”

She stared at the package.

”I...”

”You don’t have to—”

”It’s not expensive enough to worry about.”

He interrupted her calmly.

”You enjoy painting.”

”I happened to see something that suited you.”

”So I bought it.”

His tone was so matter-of-fact that it almost sounded as though there were nothing unusual about it.

Seraphina looked down at the neatly wrapped box once more.

Then back at Andras.

A warm smile slowly appeared.

”...Thank you.”

”I’ll treasure it.”

Andras simply nodded.

”I’m glad.”

The elderly shopkeeper watched the exchange with a knowing smile but wisely said nothing.

---

By the time they left the shop, the afternoon had begun giving way to evening.

Golden sunlight washed over the rooftops of Nightfall City.

The streets had become calmer than before.

Merchants gradually began closing their stalls, while families made their way home carrying the day’s purchases.

The two walked side by side without speaking.

Neither felt the need to fill the silence.

After a while, Seraphina looked at the wrapped box in her hands.

”I didn’t expect today to end like this.”

Andras glanced at her.

”Disappointed?”

She laughed softly.

”Quite the opposite.”

She looked ahead, watching the golden light paint the city in warm colors.

”When I first came to Darkmoor...”

”I thought I’d simply be paying a formal visit.”

She smiled gently.

”Instead...”

”I’ve found the people here far different from the stories I’ve heard.”

Her gaze shifted toward Andras.

”And perhaps...”

”...you most of all.”

For a brief moment, Andras remained silent.

Then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

”Rumors rarely tell the whole story.”

”No.”

She nodded.

”They don’t.”

---

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, the carriage carrying the two young nobles passed once more through the gates of Darkmoor Manor.

The estate was peaceful beneath the evening sky.

Servants respectfully greeted them as they stepped down from the carriage.

Seraphina looked once more at the beautifully wrapped brush resting safely in her hands.

A smile she hadn’t realized she was wearing lingered upon her face.

It had been...

A surprisingly enjoyable day.

Without either of them realizing it...

The distance between them had quietly grown a little smaller.