I was Reincarnated as the Youngest Child of a Villainous Noble Family Who Controls the Kingdom from Behind the Scenes

The story rewinds a bit, to the Balfonte family.

After father, Leorg, left the living room, Vaido and Miley remained, still relaxing.

"Demaseka family, huh? Father really has a mean streak."

"Big brother Vaido, what's the Demaseka family?"

"A viscount family in the royal capital. They're not much as nobles, but I heard the 'Black Death Butterfly of the Battlefield' is there."

"What's that?"

Vaido took a sip of his drink and stared at his glass.

His eyes were filled with both pity and anticipation for Alfis.

"He's a man feared for bringing ill omens to those who see him. He was quite famous in the mercenary world. Now, he hides his true nature as a butler, but if you're targeting that place, a fight is unavoidable."

"Big brother, you sure know a lot."

"As someone who lives on the battlefield, I always keep tabs on the strong."

"You really are a battle maniac. So, is he strong?"

Vaido gulped down his drink.

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"Against the current Alphiss , well... Father really is something else."@@novelbin@@

"Ehh?! No way! I have to go watch!"

"Don't you dare interfere. If you do, I'll kill you."

"Wanna try?"

For just a moment, the aura released by the two of them enveloped the mansion.

A servant in the kitchen, cleaning, prepared to slit their own throat with a knife.

Another servant began writing a will, reminiscing about their hometown.

Yet another servant sat down and wet themselves.

"Just kidding. Alphiss will be fine."

Miley's expression instantly changed, and she smiled sweetly.

The released aura caused many to reconsider taking their own lives at the last moment.

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As the Flash Knight had said, in front of the warehouse were an old man and a typical thug.

The old man had long claws attached to his hands, and his wrinkled face looked as if he'd been caught off guard.

At his feet lay a young girl—she couldn't possibly be the princess, could she?

Wait, I'm only seven myself, but she looks about the same age.

"Another child? I can't tell if today's lucky or unlucky..."

"Are you from the Demaseka family, and is that bearded guy over there your third-rate thug?"

"Third-rate?! You little brat, don't mess with me!"

Before the old man could even respond, the thug pulled out two axes from his back.

A dual-wielding axe guy—he's not a character from the game.

That means he must have been killed before the game started. Not that I care.

"Lushiel  , deal with that bearded thug."

"Sure thing."

Lushiel  fluttered over, and the thug swung his axes wildly.

The blades cut through the air as Luciel gracefully dodged each strike.

"So slow! Weakling!"

"Haaah! Earth Splitter!"

The thug brought his axes down, and the ground shook as if it might split open.

The slashes left two deep marks in the ground—impressive power.

But if it doesn't hit, it's as good as nothing.

He's got some combat experience, so I won't say he's weak.

In fact, among his kind, he's probably strong.

Sure, at that level, he could be the top dog among small-time thugs.

"Haa... haa... damn brat...!"

"Ah, I'm tired too..."

"Oh? Then... guh!"

"Fooled ya~"

Lushiel's arrow pierced the thug's skull.

He fell forward, staining the ground with blood.

Finishing off an enemy when they're tired and resting—what a nasty personality.

Not that I can talk.

"Alphiss-sama, should I take care of the old man too?"

"Nah, I'll handle him. Fighting only weaklings gets boring. Let me have someone a bit better."

The old man twitched at my provocation.

Being looked down on by a kid like me must be frustrating.

"My, my... I'm impressed. Gargo was somewhat capable."

"Yeah, figures. If that's what you call 'capable.'"

"You're clearly not just any child. My name is Badoura. I serve as the butler of the Demaseka family, but I was once known as the Black Death Butterfly of the Battlefield."

"Black Death Butterfly...?"

That name didn't appear in the game either. He must have been killed before the game started.

No wonder I've never heard of him.

The Demaseka family itself only gets a passing mention in the game.

A butler from such a place isn't even a mob character.

"Not bad for your age."

"Hohoho, very well. Shall I train you a little?"

"Train me, huh?"

Badoura vanished from in front of me.

The next moment, I blocked his claws with my demon sword.

Not bad, he's pretty fast.

"Hoh, so this level won't be enough?"

"...Wait, can you not gauge your opponent's strength? Were you holding back on purpose?"

"No, no, having been on the battlefield, I can sense the aura of strong individuals. I didn't take you for just a child. Heeheehee!"

"Then why hold back...?"

I must have had a question mark floating above my head.

His first move was just that confusing.

Given the difference in our strength, he should have gone all out from the start.

Well, he shouldn't have faced me in the first place.

"Heeheeheehee! Here I go!"

Badoura dashed around at high speed, encircling me.

The circle grew smaller, likely trying to disorient and pressure me.

But his target is obviously me.

Just as I thought, the moment he got behind me, he slashed.

"Heeheeheehee! Take this!"

Badoura's triumphant expression quickly turned to despair.

I casually blocked his claws with my demon sword.

"Ah, uh, my claws..."

"Your claws are easy to pin with a sword."

I wedged my sword between his claws, immobilizing one of his arms.

I slowly applied pressure, bringing the blade closer to him.

"Kuh... I still have one hand left! Ah..."

The moment Badoura attacked with his other claw, I sliced off his fingers with my demon sword.

The force of the blow severed his fingers and arm, which vanished into the darkness.

"Wha—?! No way! No way! How could I lose so easily?!"

"Well, that's about what I expected. Your aura was so weak, I knew you were no match from the start."

"Huh? What do you mean...?"

"That was your full power, right? No point in continuing this."

I pointed my demon sword at him, and Badoura tried to crawl away.

"No, I don't want to die! I've survived the battlefield so many times..."

"Just bad luck. You picked a fight with the Balfonte family."

"Bal... Balfonte family... The pillar of the kingdom... So the rumors were..."

Badoura stopped crawling, as if he finally understood.

He must have realized there was no escape.

"The rumors were true... The kingdom's... dark enforcers... the shadow rulers... Heeheehee, aaaaaah!"

I plunged my demon sword into Badoura's back, ending him for good.

After his final scream, darkness consumed him.

I let him have his last words.

"Alphiss-sama, you're too strong... When did you...?"

"Ah, I usually suppress my aura."

By the way, since I normally suppress my aura, even my siblings don't know my true strength.

They probably judge me based on my usual aura.

It's like the saying, "A skilled hawk hides its talons."

Oh, and that girl over there—she couldn't possibly be the protagonist, could she?