Everyone Is Reborn Except The Villain

Prologue

Desperate cries for mercy could be heard in every prison cell, except for the cell owned by the infamous Red Death.

A beautiful lady dressed in the robes of a saint walked gracefully towards that cell.

"Ver." She uttered, catching the attention of the man with jet-black hair.

The chains tied to the man rattled as he looked up. His handsome sharp features that contrasted his usual bright attitude and the small dimple on his left cheek stirred something in her heart.

"Ver..."

Sharp canine teeth appeared as he grinned.

"So when's my execution?" He asked nonchalantly. His raspy and hoarse voice couldn't hide his unique playful and almost suave way of speaking.

"Why are you frowning? I heard that you'll be wed next month, shouldn't you be smiling from ear to ear?" He then demonstrated the said smile.

A small smile couldn't help but form on her lips. Her eyes then glistened as tears formed.

"Brother..."

Seeing her weeping silently, Ver softened his gaze, however, his playful tone remained the same as he spoke, "Don't take pity, I chose this path. It is my fault so don't you blame it on yourself."

"Lady Amelia, his Highness request your presence." A tall knight with silver hair said. His eyes darted towards Ver from time to time.

"Is that..so." she quickly wiped her tears before leaving.

Ver watched as she left. His attention was then shifted towards the knight.

"Is it finally time?" Ver asked.

"En." The knight answered as he reached inside his pocket for the key to the cell.

Ver watched as the other take off the excessive chains on his limbs. He sighed loudly, earning a glance from the other.

Ver smiled as he said, "I can't believe you've grown so much."

"Shut up." The knight replied coldly.

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Despite being blindfolded, Ver could feel several piecing gazes aimed at him.

"Kneel." The knight leading him uttered.

Ver knelt on both knees. His blindfold was then untied. He smiled instantly as he saw the familiar men bearing witness to his execution. Some wore complicated expressions while others looked calm, amused even, as if they were watching a play.

"How nostalgic." Ver commented.

"You still have the guts to say nonsense even at this time?" A man with a piercing silver gaze and a large scar across his face commented.

"What do you expect from a lunatic like him?" A man wearing a white mask with gold strips said.

"Your one to talk." A man with fiery red hair added.

"Shut up you glorified butcher."

"It still doesn't sit quite with me that he was granted a private execution." The man with glasses said.

"I agree, the new saint's reputation had already been tarnished by having a devil as a blood-related brother, so why not just execute him publicly?"

"Shut up." The blonde-haired man said before stepping forward.

"Ver Kirsten Sinclair, you are hereby executed on the crimes of murder—"

"Alright, alright, I killed my father as well as a few high-ranking nobles, can you execute me now?"

Ver couldn't help but roll his eyes at the repulsed look in their eyes.

"I'll say this once again, the only grave sin I committed is murder."

"You–" Just before the man with long hair draw his sword, the blonde raised his hand.

"Enough. May the gods judge and punish you accordingly for your sins."

"Bye." Ver uttered with a sly smile just before the axe cleanly sliced through his neck.