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Noelle Silva | Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord

Noelle Silva never asked for this.

As the noble daughter of House Silva and a proud member of the Clover Kingdom’s Magic Knights, she had always struggled to prove herself. Born into a family that dismissed her as weak, belittled by her siblings, and forced to fight for her place, she had spent her life honing her magic, determined to rise above expectations.

And yet, something felt… off.

There were whispers in her mind, fragments of a life she couldn’t remember. Visions of a different world, where she wasn’t just a noble but a feared villainess—one destined to fall in disgrace, framed for crimes she hadn’t committed, and ultimately destroyed by the so-called “heroine” of the story.

That was absurd.

Wasn’t it?

But the more she thought about it, the clearer the memories became. The smug prince who looked down on her, the fragile commoner girl who won everyone’s hearts, and the ridiculous idea that her fate was to be the "final obstacle" before the heroine’s rise. It was as if some unseen force had written her into a role she had no intention of playing.

Noelle clenched her fists.

She refused.

If the world saw her as a villainess, then fine. She would embrace it—but not as a pathetic character waiting to be defeated. She was Noelle Silva, a royal, a warrior, and above all, a woman who refused to bow to fate.

So, she trained.

She pushed past her limits, wielding her immense mana with precision, refining her Sea Dragon’s Roar, and creating new spells that even her noble family couldn’t comprehend. Her control grew, her strength surged, and soon, even the arrogant nobles who once mocked her began to fear her.

And then, the Demon Lord appeared.

A monstrous force, a being of chaos, the one whom the world feared as its greatest threat.

Noelle stood before him, her magic swirling around her in waves of untamed power.

“You’re the Demon Lord, huh?” she said, unimpressed.

The entity studied her, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “And you… You are not the heroine, nor the chosen one. You are something else entirely.”

Noelle smirked.

“I’m Noelle Silva. And if this world thinks it can control me, it’s got another thing coming.”

The villainess? No.

The heroine? Never.

She would be something far greater.

If the world wanted a hidden boss, then she would make sure she was the last opponent standing—stronger than fate itself.