Eleanora Hillrose | Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord
Eleanora Hillrose was the name whispered in hushed fear throughout the kingdom. A woman of elegance, beauty, and unapproachable power, she was the Duke’s eldest daughter, the fiancée of the crown prince, and the woman fated to be the greatest villainess in history. At least, that was how the story was supposed to go.
But Eleanora had a secret—this was her second life.
She had been reincarnated into the world of Regalia Saga, an infamous otome RPG where the protagonist, a simple commoner girl, would rise to defeat all obstacles and win the heart of the prince. And Eleanora? She was the hidden boss, the character that only appeared in the hardest route, stronger than even the Demon Lord himself. In her past life, she had played this game to completion, and she knew what fate awaited her.
A spectacular fall from grace.
Betrayed by the prince, abandoned by her allies, and ultimately defeated by the heroine, her only ending was a tragic one. It didn’t matter how strong she was—the narrative itself was against her.
But Eleanora refused to accept such a fate.
From a young age, she trained herself in magic and swordsmanship, mastering skills that no noblewoman should have. If she was fated to be the strongest hidden boss, then she would embrace it—but not as a villainess destined for ruin. No, she would take this power and ensure her survival.
As the years passed, the world began to take notice.
The prince, once arrogant and full of himself, found himself hesitant before her sharp gaze. The nobles who once plotted against her hesitated, uncertain whether she was an enemy to crush or a force too great to antagonize. Even the heroine, upon arriving at the academy, could not help but tremble in Eleanora’s presence.
And then, there was the Demon Lord.
The supposed final boss of the game. The one everyone feared. The monster that would bring destruction to the world.
Eleanora met him. And she laughed.
“You’re weaker than me.”
The Demon Lord, a being of chaos and destruction, simply stared at her. Then he chuckled.
“Indeed, Lady Hillrose. So tell me… will you be my enemy?”
Eleanora tapped her chin thoughtfully. “That depends.”
She wasn’t a hero. She wasn’t a villain either. She was a woman determined to carve her own path, to defy the script that had been forced upon her. If the world saw her as a villain no matter what she did, then so be it. But she would be the one to decide how the story ended.
And if she had to fight gods, kings, or the very heavens themselves to achieve that?
So be it.
