I'M BETTER OFF BEING A VILLAINESS THAN A HEROINE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Erella, are you not sleepy yet?” Tubby, the plump little mouse, asked, rubbing his drowsy eyes as he yawned. His round belly rose and fell beneath his tiny blue vest, and his whiskers twitched sleepily.Erella turned toward him, smiling softly. The three mice—Tubby, Eddy, and Suzy—were already curled up on the edge of her bed, snuggled together under a scrap of cloth she’d sewn into a blanket. When she first woke up in this world, the sight of them had sent her into a screaming fit. She had always been terrified of rats and mice back on Earth. But these three… they weren’t ordinary.Their fur gleamed, their tiny clothes were neatly patched, and their bright, expressive eyes made them look more like living dolls than pests. After spending a few days with them, her fear had melted away completely. Now, she couldn’t imagine her new life without them.“I’ll sleep after I fold my clothes,” she said with a small grin. “You, Eddy, and Suzy should go ahead and rest.”Tubby blinked up at her.

“Huh?! HUUUUUHHHHHH?!”Erella blinked rapidly, her head spinning as she looked around. The familiar sight of her messy backyard was gone. Instead, she stood in the middle of a forest — trees towering high above her, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. In her hands, she still clutched her long wooden broom.“What in the world…?” she murmured, her voice trembling. Just a moment ago, she had been sweeping leaves behind their house. Now she was standing on a patch of moss surrounded by giant ferns and tall, eerie trees.She rubbed her eyes, convinced she must be dreaming. “Okay, Sandy,” she told herself — or rather, the Erella version of her. “Deep breaths. You’re probably just hallucinating because of hunger.”She closed her eyes, counted to three, and opened them again.Nope. Still trees. Still forest. Still holding a broom.“What the heck happened?! Why am I in this isolated place?!” she shouted, turning in circles like a lost child. The forest echoed her voice back mockingly.

“No! No! No! It can’t be!”Erella shot up from her sleep, her heart pounding violently. Her body trembled as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. The nightmare still clung to her — an old pervert chasing her through dark woods. She could still feel his foul breath, his twisted smile, his hand almost catching her.When she gasped for air, pain rippled through every inch of her body. Her limbs ached as though she had fought a war in her sleep. She looked around, panic instantly setting in.The room was unfamiliar — elegant yet cold. Golden curtains fluttered lightly by the window. A chandelier hung above her, sparkling faintly under the sunlight that seeped through. The scent of polished wood and rosewater filled the air.“Where… where am I?” she murmured weakly.Her mind spun with dreadful possibilities.‘Don’t tell me… someone sold me to that old pervert?!’Horror struck her face. Terrible thoughts flashed through her mind — images far too humiliating to describe.“NO! IT CAN’T BE!

“KYAAAAAA!!!”Erella screamed, instinctively releasing a burst of unstable mana that cracked through the air like a shockwave. The sudden surge of power sent the person behind her flying several feet backward. Leaves fluttered wildly as the garden trembled.She froze.Then, to her utter horror, she saw the poor victim of her panic — Duke Maxwell von Heinlein — lying flat on the ground, clutching his behind and groaning in pain.“Oh… oh no… OH EM GEE! I’m dead!” she whispered in horror.Her hands flew to her mouth as she looked around the vast garden, checking if anyone had seen what she’d just done. Thankfully, the place was quiet — no servants, no knights, no one. Only her and the young duke, groaning in the middle of crushed daisies.She sighed in relief but immediately felt guilty.During her one day of staying at the von Heinlein estate, she’d learned one critical thing — everyone here adored their young master. Especially the Marchioness, his aunt. When a messenger from Magia Acad

“Aunt Camille, can you put me down now? I’m not a kid,” Erella murmured, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.They had already left the boutique, but Marchioness Camille von Heinlein still held her in her arms like a beloved doll. It would have been adorable—if Erella’s soul wasn’t twenty-six years old.People passing by were whispering and smiling at the sight: the elegant Marchioness, glowing with beauty and grace, carrying a petite girl dressed in frilly pink. To everyone else, it looked sweet. To Erella? Utter humiliation.I have dignity! I’m not five! She screamed internally, but out loud she only sighed.“Aunt Camille—” Maxwell’s calm, deep voice cut in from behind them. Erella glanced over his shoulder, secretly hoping he would support her plea.“Yes, finally someone with common sense,” she thought—until he continued.“Give her to me, Aunt. It’s not good for you to hold her for too long.”Erella’s eyes widened. “What?” she whispered under her breath.Marchioness Camille turned