Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Belinda Blanche was the worst of the worst, making a name for herself in the social circles of the Kingdom of Genos every year with her ferocity and viciousness.

To make matters worse, she was the scion of the Blanche family, which owned the continent’s best casino, and her evil deeds were probably heavier than gold.

But when people actually met Belinda, they often commented on her appearance rather than her viciousness.

“To give the best beauty in the kingdom to such a fierce wretch. The first and last mistake the gods have ever made.”

Coveted red hair and bright eyes like amethyst.

Neither the harshness of her features nor the dryness of her expression could blemish her beauty.

And yet, who would dare to imagine.

That Belinda Blanche, with her gold, her power, and her mesmerizing looks, was merely an extra.

She’s the only evil character in a healing game that doesn’t contain a single villain, and she’s a character that dies in a variety of ways to bring the players their cider. (T/n:  a soda drink such as Sprite in Korea. When you drink cider you feel great and happy)

´Hmm, now that I think about it, the most recent updated ending had me being sacrificed to something. ´

I tore at my hair, as I realized that I had just been in a car crash and was now the most evil woman in the game.

The game I was possessing<Hirome, aka Hero Maker>, is a parenting simulation game where you raise a young protagonist, and the story itself is very simple.

One day, Ophelia, a fallen noblewoman exiled from the Empire to the Kingdom of Genos, has a strange dream.

“Ophelia, I will entrust you with a child born under the Star of Heroes. Please raise it well.”

And that day, she rescues an orphan boy who is being abused by a certain marquise’s daughter.

That child is the protagonist, the child born under the star of the hero spoken of in the dream.

Becoming Ophelia and raising the protagonist the way you want is the beauty of <Hirome>.

On the other hand, Belinda appeared as the above mentioned ´young lady of the marquise who abused the protagonist´, who repeatedly met a death ending for the crime of tormenting the protagonist viciously.

´But just because I’m Belinda doesn’t mean I have to die. ´

Because it’s Belinda’s ending, not mine, that gets her a death sentence for tormenting the protagonist.

In the game’s story, Belinda meets the protagonist as her personal servant.

Luckily, I hadn’t met the protagonist yet, and instead of abusing this child, I wanted him to grow up.

If I gave him a lot of attention and sent him to Ophelia as in <Hirome>, the protagonist would be happy and I would also be happy because there would be no reason for me to die, making for a nice, closed happy ending.

Moreover, the Blanche family is the richest aristocratic family in the novel!

I can’t believe I get to spend all that money and still take care of an adorable little boy.

´What, is this Heaven?´

Dreaming of a happy future, I made eye contact with myself in the mirror to familiarize myself with Belinda’s face.

I felt a dull ache in my scalp and rolled my eyes to look at the maid standing beside me.

She clutched a few of my plucked hairs in her trembling hands and spoke like a prisoner about to be executed.

“Forgive me, please forgive me……  Lady Belinda.”

It seemed that while brushing my hair for the morning routine, she had accidentally pulled out a few strands.

Oh, come on. People can make mistakes.

Excited at the thought of meeting my heroine, I gave her a quick smile through the mirror to let her know I was okay.

“Lord, I have committed a mortal sin!”

Thud.

The maid fell to the floor and begged for forgiveness.

In her desperation, she didn’t even seem to notice her forehead hit the floor.

I had expected it, but Belinda’s usual temper was clearly not normal.

´I need to get my reputation up a bit before the main event. ´

All right, put on your best smile.

I put my hand gently on the maid’s shoulder,

“Come on, look up. Are you bleeding? Let me see.”

I tried to be polite.

If only my jaw hadn’t stiffened and a blush-pink, translucent window hadn’t popped up.

 …… A system window?

And a Belinda translator? I’ve never seen anything like that in a game.

I scratched my head.

“Lift your head so I can see if your forehead is bloody enough. Let’s see.”

My gaze collided with the maid’s as she raised her head.

It wasn’t until I saw the look of fear on her face that I realized.

I realized it was me, the one who had just spoken in that elegant voice.

´Wait. I have a bad feeling about this…….´

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The eerie sound cut off my words.

Without warning, the maid slammed her forehead on the marble floor.

Her forehead, which was only slightly swollen, was now covered in blood.

Even as blood trickled down her forehead, the maid looked up at me and smiled desperately.

“This, is this enough to please the lady?”

I don’t remember in what state of mind I sent the maid away.

Ring.

I barely regained my composure when I heard the familiar tinkle of a bell in my ear.

It was the sound of Hirome’s quest notification that I had grown tired of hearing in my previous life.

The quest window popped up in front of me.

I stared blankly at the screen in front of me, blinking and reading it over and over again.

A cold sweat trickled down the nape of my neck.

An ominous hypothesis flashed through my mind.

Someone tell me it’s not what I think it is, please.

I flung open the door in desperation.

The young maid, who happened to be walking in front of my room on her little feet, froze in her tracks.

I cleared my throat and asked her in the nicest possible tone.

´Excuse me, if you’re not busy, could you come over here for a minute? ´

“You, come here.”

Again. The way I spoke was different from what I thought!

The maid trembled as she stood before me.

“Yes, yes, Mi-mi-mi, Miss Belinda. You called for me?”

I felt bad that she was so flustered, but I couldn’t help it.

I spoke up to confirm my hypothesis.

´You don’t look well, I think you should rest for the day. ´

“Get the hell out of my presence, you squeamish, sullen creature.”

“Heuk. Yes, yes. I apologize for showing my sullen face!”

With that, the maid disappeared into the shadows, turning her back on me.

I slipped back into the room and leaned my back against the door.

Ha, a Belinda translator.

“You’ve got some naming sense.”

Literally, my every word was being translated into Belinda’s tone of voice.

It seemed that the only way to get this Hell’s Mouth back to normal was to complete the quest and disable the Belinda Translator.

Just in case there’s a problem….

” So how do I increase the synchronization?”

The system window had no answer.