A Psychopath Reborn as a Third-rate Villain

The days passed quietly.

After Seraphina’s departure, Darkmoor Manor gradually returned to its familiar rhythm.

Every morning before dawn, Andras could be found upon the estate’s training grounds.

Swordsmanship.

Meditation.

Mana refinement.

Day after day, he followed the same routine without complaint or hesitation.

One morning, Andras sat cross-legged beneath the ancient oak tree overlooking the training grounds.

A cool breeze rustled the leaves overhead, carrying with it the crisp scent of morning dew.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His breathing became steady.

Calm.

Even.

Gradually, the sounds of the outside world faded away.

The chirping of birds.

The rustling branches.

The distant clanging of steel from soldiers beginning their morning drills.

Everything disappeared from his awareness.

Only mana remained.

The natural mana dispersed throughout the surroundings responded to his breathing, drifting toward him like countless tiny streams of light.

They entered his body through every pore.

The energy flowed smoothly through his meridians before converging toward the center of his chest.

Inside his body...

His consciousness descended into the space surrounding his Mana Core.

A crystal-blue Mana Core floated serenely within an endless sea of darkness, radiating a dignified azure glow.

Three Mana Rings revolved around it.

The first ring shone flawlessly.

The second rotated with perfect stability.

Beyond them...

The third Mana Ring revolved quietly.

Unlike the others, it remained incomplete.

Its surface was only partially saturated with mana, glowing with a soft sapphire radiance.

It represented the Middle Stage of the Third Circle.

Only one final step remained.

The Peak Stage.

Without the slightest impatience, Andras guided another stream of refined mana toward the ring.

The moment it made contact, the ring absorbed it naturally.

Its radiance deepened.

The sapphire glow slowly spread across the remaining hollow sections, filling them little by little.

He remained perfectly calm.

Mana refinement had never been about overwhelming the ring with sheer quantity.

It demanded patience.

Control.

Precision.

Every strand of mana was compressed.

Purified.

Then carefully woven into the ring’s structure.

One circulation.

Ten.

A hundred.

A thousand.

Time quietly slipped away.

Outside...

The sun climbed steadily across the sky.

Inside his body...

The Third Mana Ring continued its gradual transformation.

The transparent portions slowly disappeared.

Its intricate mana pathways widened.

Its structure became increasingly refined.

Its glow grew brighter with every completed circulation.

Ninety-two percent...

Ninety-five...

Ninety-eight...

Fine beads of sweat formed upon Andras’s forehead before slowly rolling down his face.

Yet his breathing never faltered.

Thanks to Echo Resonance, every fluctuation of mana appeared before him with astonishing clarity.

Even the slightest instability couldn’t escape his perception.

Whenever the flow became excessive, he adjusted it instantly.

Whenever a section required reinforcement, he strengthened it without wasting a single strand of mana.

Everything progressed with flawless precision.

Finally...

The final stream of purified mana entered the third ring.

Silence.

For a single heartbeat...

Everything became completely still.

Then—

The third Mana Ring erupted with brilliant azure light.

A powerful pulse burst outward from his Mana Core.

Mana surged through every meridian like a roaring river, washing over every corner of his body.

His muscles felt lighter.

His senses sharper.

Even the flow of mana circulating through his body became noticeably smoother than before.

The thurd Mana Ring now revolved with complete brilliance.

Every inch of it had been fully saturated.

The breakthrough was complete.

At that moment, Andras officially stepped into the Peak Third Circle.

Andras slowly opened his eyes.

The surrounding world appeared clearer than before.

The movement of leaves.

The drifting mana within the air.

Even the distant heartbeat of the estate seemed more vivid.

A faint smile touched his lips.

”There is still a long way to go.”

He rose to his feet, brushed the dust from his clothes, and looked toward the distant manor.

Today...

Their journey to the Imperial Capital would begin.

By the time the sun had fully risen...

The entire Darkmoor Estate had become unusually lively.

Servants hurried through the corridors carrying luggage and supplies.

Knights inspected weapons and armor one final time.

Stable hands prepared the horses for the long journey ahead.

Everyone moved with practiced efficiency.

After finishing his bath, Andras changed into the formal attire he had commissioned several days earlier.

The black coat fit him perfectly.

Subtle silver embroidery resembling intertwining vines traced along the cuffs and collar, lending the garment an understated elegance.

A crisp white shirt contrasted against the dark fabric, while polished black boots completed the outfit.

Fastened neatly upon his chest rested a silver brooch bearing the crest of House Darkmoor.

It wasn’t ostentatious.

Instead, it conveyed quiet authority.

Standing before the mirror, Andras calmly examined his reflection.

”It’ll do.”

Turning toward Lyra, who stood patiently nearby, he spoke in his usual composed tone.

”Pack several changes of clothes.”

”And prepare everything we’ll need during our stay in the Capital.”

Lyra bowed respectfully.

”At once, Young Master.”

Without another word, she immediately began organizing their luggage.

Satisfied, Andras left his room and made his way toward the main hall.

Evelyne was already waiting.

She wore a breathtaking midnight-blue gown woven from silk that shimmered like the evening sky whenever it caught the light.

Intricate silver embroidery traced elegant floral patterns across the sleeves and hem, while a sapphire necklace rested gracefully upon her neck.

Her long silver hair had been carefully arranged, revealing an appearance that was both regal and timeless.

Even among the Empire’s greatest noblewomen...

She would undoubtedly draw countless admiring glances.

Andras approached with a faint smile.

”Good morning, Mother.”

Evelyne looked up from her tea and smiled warmly.

”Good morning, Andras.”

His eyes briefly swept over her attire before he nodded approvingly.

”You look beautiful.”

”The dress suits you perfectly.”

For a moment...

Evelyne blinked in mild surprise.

Then a genuinely pleased smile spread across her face.

”Thank you.”

She looked him over from head to toe before nodding with satisfaction.

”I could say the same.”

”You’ve grown into quite the handsome young man.”

”I’m afraid the young ladies attending the banquet may find themselves rather distracted.”

Andras chuckled softly.

”I’ll take that as confidence in House Darkmoor.”

Evelyne laughed.

”As expected.”

”You always have an answer ready.”

The mother and son shared a quiet cup of tea while discussing the journey ahead.

Not long afterward, a servant approached before bowing respectfully.

”Your Grace.”

”The carriage is ready.”

Evelyne gracefully set down her teacup.

”Then we shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.”

Together...

They walked toward the manor entrance.

Together, they stepped out of the manor.

Waiting before the grand entrance stood an enormous black carriage adorned with the silver wolf crest of House Darkmoor.

Its polished exterior gleamed beneath the morning sun, while six powerful warhorses stood patiently at the front, their coats immaculate and their tack decorated with silver ornaments bearing the ducal insignia.

Dozens of mounted knights surrounded the carriage in disciplined formation, prepared to escort the Duchess safely to the Imperial Capital.

Nearby, Lyra and another maid carefully loaded the final pieces of luggage into one of the accompanying supply carriages.

Once everything had been inspected, Andras offered his hand to Evelyne.

She accepted it with a warm smile before stepping gracefully into the carriage.

Andras followed soon after.

A moment later...

The coachman gave a firm tug on the reins.

The horses neighed softly before breaking into a steady pace.

The carriage rolled forward with a gentle jolt, its wheels crunching over the stone road. Slowly, the towering walls of Darkmoor Manor faded into the distance as the journey to the Imperial Capital officially began.

Towering stone walls gave way to rolling emerald plains that stretched as far as the eye could see beneath a brilliant blue sky.

The road was wide and well maintained, a testament to the prosperity of the duchy.

Occasionally, small farming villages appeared along the roadside.

Golden fields of wheat swayed gently beneath the morning breeze as farmers worked diligently beneath the rising sun.

Children playing near the roads eagerly waved at the passing procession.

The knights acknowledged them with small nods, while the villagers bowed respectfully as the banner of House Darkmoor passed by.

Merchants traveling toward the Capital quickly guided their wagons to the roadside, allowing the convoy to continue without interruption.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere remained calm.

The rhythmic sound of the wheels rolling across the road blended pleasantly with the occasional neigh of horses.

Hours slipped by.

The scenery gradually changed.

The open plains slowly gave way to towering forests.

Ancient trees rose toward the heavens, their enormous branches weaving together to form a vast emerald canopy overhead.

Only scattered rays of sunlight managed to reach the forest floor, painting shifting patterns across the road.

Crystal-clear rivers crossed their path from time to time, flowing peacefully over smooth white stones.

Birdsong echoed through the woods, while the occasional magical beast could be glimpsed disappearing deeper into the forest after sensing the approaching convoy.

Several groups of travelers also shared the road.

Some were merchants.

Others were adventurers returning from distant expeditions.

Each respectfully moved aside upon seeing the silver wolf banner of House Darkmoor.

Many offered polite greetings.

The knights returned them with practiced courtesy before continuing onward.

The journey remained peaceful.

By the time afternoon gave way to evening, the setting sun had painted the distant mountains in brilliant shades of crimson and gold.

The entire landscape seemed wrapped in warm amber light.

One of the escort captains guided his horse alongside the carriage before bowing respectfully.

”Your Grace.”

”The sun will set soon.”

”A suitable campsite lies just ahead.”

Evelyne nodded.

”Very well.”

”We’ll rest there for the night.”

The convoy gradually slowed before entering a spacious clearing surrounded by towering pine trees.

The location had clearly been used as a campsite many times before.

Without waiting for orders, the soldiers immediately went to work.

Some unloaded tents.

Others gathered firewood.

Several knights formed rotating patrols around the perimeter.

Scouts disappeared silently into the surrounding forest to ensure the area was secure.

Everything unfolded with remarkable efficiency.

Within minutes, tents had already begun to rise across the clearing.

A large central firepit was prepared while cooks unpacked supplies for the evening meal.

Watching the soldiers move with such discipline, Andras couldn’t help but nod inwardly.

Darkmoor’s army truly deserved its reputation.

Every man knew his role.

No commands needed repeating.

No unnecessary movement could be seen.

Years of training had transformed routine into instinct.

Nearby, Lyra and the other servants began arranging Evelyne’s tent while maids prepared hot tea for everyone.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed.

The long journey had left even the knights looking forward to a peaceful evening beneath the stars.

But then One of the knights standing guard suddenly stiffened.

His hand moved instinctively toward the hilt of his sword.

”...Captain.”

His voice was low.

But every nearby soldier heard it.

The relaxed atmosphere vanished instantly.

Several knights turned toward the forest.

Then...

They heard it.

Footsteps.

Not one.

Not two.

Many.

They echoed faintly through the dense woods beyond the clearing.

The sound grew steadily closer.

Steel slid from its scabbard with a series of sharp metallic whispers.

One after another, the knights drew their weapons.

The easy smiles from moments before disappeared without a trace.

Years of battlefield experience had taken over.

The camp, lively only moments ago, transformed into a fortress in the span of a few heartbeats.

Inside the carriage, Andras slowly opened his eyes.

His expression remained calm.

But his violet eyes had already turned toward the dark forest beyond the camp.

Something...

Was approaching.