《Reborn As a Villain Son With The Stronger Wife》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

The first thing Kael noticed was that he could breathe.He took another breath, sharp and involuntary, like his body didn’t trust it to last.That was wrong. He remembered not being able to breathe — the gas leak, the heaviness in his chest, the way the ceiling of his Seoul apartment had blurred and then simply stopped existing. He remembered dying with the particular indignity of a man who had fallen asleep on his couch reading a web novel and never woken up properly.He was awake now.He opened his eyes.Stone ceiling. Arched. Water stains in the upper left corner spreading in a pattern that looked vaguely like a hand with too many fingers. A single lantern on an iron hook, burning low, casting amber light across walls hung with faded tapestries in deep green and black.The colors of House Dreadmourne.Kael sat up slowly, which told him two things. First, the body he was in was alive. Second, it hurt. A deep ache across the ribs and shoulders that suggested whoever this body had bel

He opened the envelope that evening.Not the one from the false bottom behind the false bottom. That one stayed in his jacket, sealed, the unknown handwriting sitting against his ribs like a question he wasn't ready to answer. He opened the other one instead—his father's letter, the one the novel had mentioned and misdescribed, the one with Seraphyne Voss's name at the bottom.He had been putting it off, which was not something he would have admitted to Mira, who was in the kitchen doing something practical with the food stores. He had been putting it off because reading a dead man's letter to a son who was not actually that son felt like the specific kind of violation that deserved at least a few hours of consideration before committing to it.He had given it eight hours. That was enough.The study was dark except for the lantern. He unfolded the letter on the desk and read it again, slower this time, with the intention of understanding rather than cataloguing.It was not what he had

The horse was in the east stable, which the vanguard had not yet reached.Kael had known it would be there because the novel had mentioned, in a detail that served no narrative purpose whatsoever, that the Dreadmourne estate's east stable housed three horses kept for messenger use rather than the main cavalry stock. Messenger horses were stabled separately, fed on a different schedule, and maintained by the groundskeeper rather than the head groom, which meant they had been cared for as recently as yesterday morning and would be in reasonable condition regardless of what had happened to everything else.Two of the three were gone. The staff had taken them when they fled, which was sensible. The third remained, a grey mare of no particular distinction, eating from a half-empty hay rack with the composure of an animal that had decided the sounds coming from the north wing were not its problem.Kael saddled her with the efficiency of someone who had learned the process from written descr

They moved south through the night with the steady pace of people who understood that speed mattered less than sustainability.Aldric remained on the mare, conscious now in intervals, his breathing gradually stabilizing into something that resembled normal function rather than the preliminary work of dying. Kael checked the wound twice in the first hour. The bleeding had stopped completely, which was either a sign of successful field treatment or the body's surrender to blood loss. He was operating with insufficient data to determine which.Mira walked beside the mare with the pack on her shoulders and said nothing unless spoken to, which Kael was coming to understand was her default state. She had grown up in an environment where unnecessary speech was noticed and noticed things were rarely good, and she had learned to be quiet the way some people learned languages.He walked ahead, leading the mare, with his father's letter in his jacket and the territorial maps in his memory and th

The Ashfen border announced itself through absence.Not dramatic absence. Not the ruins and devastation that the novel's occasional descriptions of collapsed territories had implied. Just the gradual erosion of everything that made land productive, noticeable in the way a person noticed the temperature dropping over hours rather than minutes.The soil changed first. Less brown, more grey. The texture wrong in a way Kael couldn't articulate but could see in how nothing grew except sparse, colorless grass that looked more like an accident of survival than intentional vegetation. The road continued, but the farms on either side had stopped being farms and started being empty structures with collapsed roofs and holes where doors had been.They had been traveling for two days since the checkpoint. Aldric's wound was healing, slowly, with the grudging cooperation of a body that had decided survival was preferable to the alternative. He could walk now for short periods, though he remained on