The Villainous Family Loves Me Too Much!

Upon hearing the news about Gebino, Lucian and I rushed to the medical room.

The unconscious Gebino was surrounded by doctors and servants.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to have any severe external injuries or bleeding.

“Attacked by a witch? But how could that…”

“That man over there told us what happened.”

Answering my question, Sylonne gestured toward a corner of the medical room.

Her gaze landed on a middle-aged man trembling in terror.

“He’s a coachman and servant from the Altar who brought Gebino here. Being under Gebino’s command, he’s permitted access to Felosite. With the Altar too far, and this being the nearest place for treatment, he somehow made his way here.”

I approached the man and offered him water.

“Y-Your Highness the Archduchess…”

“Can you tell us what happened?”

Seeming tense, the rapidly panting coachman gulped down the water I gave him.

“A-A scream came from the inn room, so I rushed in… B-But by then, sir priest was already… in that state…”

“How did you know it was a witch?”

At the word ‘witch’, sheer terror contorted the coachman’s face.

“Th-The witch reached her hand into sir priest’s heart and pulled something out… “

By then, Sylonne and Lucian had approached beside the coachman and me.

Unable to continue, the coachman broke down sobbing before opening his mouth again.

“…Then white smoke appeared and vanished, and the witch suddenly turned into black smoke chasing after the white smoke…”

“Was this witch perhaps a black-haired woman?”

When Lucian abruptly interjected with that question, the coachman nodded.

“Colin Piaget.”

According to Lucian’s explanation, white smoke is mostly associated with divine power, while black is mana-related.

“Only one with mana potent enough to extract something linked to a priest’s divine power from their body could do that. Impossible with ordinary mana.”

While uncertain exactly what had emerged, it seemed related to divine power.

If Colin was pursuing it, it must be significant. Yet the physicians found no abnormalities in Gebino’s body.

Jonathan, who had briefly visited the Kenoch County, rushed back to examine Gebino but also affirmed no physical trauma or spiritual damage.

“But there is one strange thing.”

“What is it, Jonathan?”

Jonathan kept shaking his head perplexedly.

“I can’t sense any trace of divine power from the master.”

Fortunately, the diagnosis revealed no major issues with Gebino for now.

Instead of Gebino’s knight quarters, Lucian provided the largest guest room in the main palace for his recovery.

The coachman, suffering mental shock, would also receive treatment and rest.

“You’ve done well. An admirable deed today.”

Lucian summoned Delgado to ensure Gebino and the coachman received thorough care.

‘Wait, the prophecy book?’

Last time Gebino was attacked, the prophecy foretold it, with subsequent changes. So had it changed again without my notice?

After ensuring Gebino was settled, I hurried to my room and retrieved the prophecy book.

“I should probably check it, just in case.”

As I flipped through the pages, new words I had never seen shimmered before my eyes.

Moreover, instead of a simple story synopsis, this appeared to be something else entirely.

Sensing my shock, Lucian approached, staring intently at the prophecy book.

“So? Did anything change in the prophecy?”

“Yes, it just changed.”

Spreading parchment on the desk, I began transcribing the prophecy’s contents verbatim.

Hello, Karena. I am the God who created this world – the author of this novel, in other words.

Of course, I modified the ‘novel’ reference for Lucian peeking over my shoulder.

But the crucial point was that instead of a synopsis, this prophecy contained a letter directly addressing me.

Hello, Karena. I am the God who created this world. To be precise, as a fragmented part of the divine, I call myself the ‘piece of God’.

By the way, that web novelist truly had no naming sense. ‘Piece of God’, really? Such an uninspired name.

“Piece of God? You mean the one mentioned in the prophecy?”

Seeing the words ‘divine fragment’ I had written down, Lucian spoke up indignantly for some reason.

“Perhaps.”

While uncertain, it was likely accurate.

Piecing together the coachman’s testimony and Gebino’s previous words to me, that white smoke was probably the ‘piece of God’ once absorbed by Gebino.

To explain it simply for your level of understanding, I too reincarnated into this world, just like you. At the moment you reincarnated here, I also descended into this world.

I paused, unable to faithfully transcribe the author’s references to reincarnation, as that would expose too much.

“My hand is too sore… I’ll read it all first, then summarize it for you tomorrow.”

“Suit yourself. Or if not written, at least… No, never mind, take your time if it’s not urgent.”

“It doesn’t seem urgent right now…”

Though appearing slightly disappointed, Lucian turned away without suspicion, well aware of my hand’s ordeals.

Finally breathing a sigh of relief, I resumed reading the letter.

However, the moment my entire soul reincarnated differs from when you did. I reincarnated far earlier than you. But the ‘piece of God’ only emerged in this world thanks to your reincarnation.

The author’s mention of their ‘entire soul’ baffled me, no matter how I pondered it.

Since you’ll likely have trouble understanding, allow me to explain. When I reincarnated into this world, my soul fragmented into three pieces.

And in that process, two pieces reincarnated into different characters existing in this novel, while a part of me was trapped in the ‘gap in space-time’. That’s me.

The two characters the author’s soul fragmented into, as well as the part unable to reincarnate, instead becoming the prophecy’s divine fragment owner.

Now it made sense why settings diverged from the original long before my reincarnation.

When you reincarnated, you passed through the ‘gap in space-time’ to reincarnate into Karena with the ‘Power of Light’, allowing me to emerge from that ‘gap’. Originally, I was trapped there like the other memory fragments.

The ‘gap in space-time’ I had visited to restore Gabriel’s memories seemed to be a pathway connecting this world to the real one.

Since I didn’t reincarnate into a character, I gained a sort of ability – the prophecy book you possess. Through it, I can communicate with the characters, though as you know…

You’re the only one I can properly communicate with. So I long tried to reach out to you, but with you in the imperial palace, that was impossible.

So it seemed only I could properly read this prophecy book, written in Korean no less.

To summarize briefly, the other two fragments of my soul want to utterly ruin this novel.

Not just a sad ending, but a total destruction ending where everyone is annihilated together. That’s why reincarnating as the main heroine must have brought them such euphoria.

So one fragment reincarnated into the heroine Beatrice, and the other…