It was when I had just turned ten.

After being bedridden for a week with a prevalent illness, when I awoke, I screamed at my mother who was standing before me:

"Oh dear, Mother! I think I'm a villainess!"

This is the story of Lililou, the villainess protagonist, who, fearing her downfall, persistently avoids the hero, successfully averting her condemnation, until she finds her very own hero.

This story was written in response to a request.

While readable as a standalone, this is the story of the daughter from [My Beloved Daughter Claims She's a Villainess. It seems she's going to be condemned for using my curse on a love rival, but I have no intention of making the same mistake, you see?].

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※ In response to a request, I have also penned a story from the father's perspective: [My impossibly ethereal, gentle wife asked for a divorce, and I thought my heart, which never faltered even on the battlefield, would finally give out. I'll grant any other wish, so no matter what you say, I don't want to separate, but?].