[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-pov":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-pov-the-villain-s-pov-chapter-340":6,"glossary-terms-598":24},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","THE VILLAIN'S POV",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},336527,598,"Chapter 340: Snow Lionheart (3)","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-340",340,"\u003Cp>When Snow Leonhart woke up, he found himself lying in bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly touched his face, then glanced down at his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were perfectly clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything seemed normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if what he had witnessed had been nothing more than a dream—a terrible dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that trembling, that pain in his chest...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fear... it had been far too real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I saw my world collapse before my eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow muttered as he hugged himself tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image of the blood-soaked Director still haunted his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man whom everyone called Father... had been a monster who devoured the flesh of the very children who called him that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That truth alone made Snow consider running—escaping as far away as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... to where?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were prisoners in the place they called home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dove on his pendant looked just like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was like that dove .. a dove trapped inside an iron cage, with nothing to do but wait... wait for death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With thoughts like those, the days went by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow Lionheart lived each one in terror, haunted by what he had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children continued to disappear from time to time, as usual, replaced by newcomers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time... he knew their fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those children were either cut into pieces or eaten alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each ending more horrific than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing that—without being able to do anything—was a crushing weight for a ten-year-old boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone could sleep in the bed beside him one day, only to vanish the next and end up on the Director’s death table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of the Director... Snow’s face would go pale every time he saw the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet the Director never acknowledged him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made him wonder...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his time... simply not come yet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time of his death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A never-ending war of thoughts raged inside the boy’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps his only solace was the time he spent with Deputy Director Annalise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the only light in that dark place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always hugged him and told him everything would be alright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was her next words that carved themselves deep into his soul:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be a good, obedient boy, and everything will be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words always brought him back to that day... the day that felt more like a dream than reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, Snow managed to keep himself sane by forming new thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m going to escape.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would run away from the orphanage. From that hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I’ll take her with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person he called Mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deputy Director Annalise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow wanted to save her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to take her away from that cursed place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, the two of them could live in peace, far away from all of this... as mother and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy blinded himself with those dreams—those sweet, impossible dreams—as he began to seriously plan his escape and what he would do afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a selfish decision. He would leave all the other children behind. But he wasn’t a hero .. just a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child crushed by guilt as he watched more and more of them disappear, completely unaware of the fate that awaited them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what was coming, and yet said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost as if he were complicit in their deaths. That was why he wanted to run. To leave everything behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that what was happening would leave a scar on him for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when some of the children tried to befriend him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know what to say to them anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead, he focused. He trained in secret, honing his control over aura, and little by little, searched for a way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to take Annalise with him once he found an escape route, so he never told her about his plan—not until the very end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The days passed quickly. Then months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Snow Lionheart turned twelve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For two years, he built his escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for two years, an uncountable number of children died... children whose deaths Snow felt he had caused with his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all gone. And he had known. Yet he did nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow wondered often... why hadn’t they taken him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t the Director just devour him and be done with it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he have to suffer in silence, carrying the burden of all those lives?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, he hadn’t killed them. But he was a part of everything that had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence in the face of a crime made him no different from the criminal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time Snow looked at his hands... all he saw was blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood of all those children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the injections he had received throughout the years, changing the very makeup of his body...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange environment he had grown up in...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow could feel himself becoming something entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something... not human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally... the day he had long awaited arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two years of searching, planning, and training in secret—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow had finally found a way to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided to go alone first .. to see if the path was truly safe. If it was, he would return immediately to take the Deputy Director with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, late at night, Snow slipped out of bed and set off once more... hoping to find his salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two full years of preparation, he had memorized every detail by heart. And with almost flawless execution, he managed to escape the orphanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was easy—far too easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they were letting him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn’t realize at the time... was that those red eyes had been watching him all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he found himself beyond the walls of Yosefka Orphanage, deep in the forest that surrounded it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a rush of freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harnessing the aura he had trained so long to master, he bolstered his body and darted through the trees with speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to run far—far away from that place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he even forgot about the Deputy Director entirely...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freedom was something his poor soul had longed for, for far too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he ran. And ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until his legs couldn’t carry him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to get as far away as he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thin threads still tied him to the orphanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like he had left so much of his shattered self behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even after he had crossed a great distance... he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be a good, obedient boy, and everything will be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annalise...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother he never truly had... was still back there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was scared—terrified of what he had left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body and his soul, both had been stained by the filth of that place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did that boy really have the right to survive... alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. He couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the very least, I’ll take her with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, the boy turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned to hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Snow Lionheart made the decision to return, he realized just how far he’d gone—blinded by that intoxicating taste of freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura had responded to his emotions, propelling him forward with incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much so that the return trip took him several days...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he realize how isolated the orphanage truly was from the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the second time, he came to understand just how little he knew about what lay beyond it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About how vast the world really was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he had ever known ended at those orphanage walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to hurry back and rescue Deputy Director Annalise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saving even one soul would be enough to ease the weight crushing his young heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after a long journey, he finally reached that place on a moonlit night... a night just like the one when he first discovered the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost ironic...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow Lionheart froze in place as his world was shattered all over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, beneath the wing of night, the orphanage burned—consumed by raging flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fire so fierce it lit up the darkness of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow found himself running—toward the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Searching for her... his only light.\u003C\u002Fp>",1361,"2026-05-30T03:41:22.346Z","2026-06-01T04:30:12.387Z",1,"novelbin.me","bbd98e1f9ff2dcadfe7ccc2a4fabfce712f088453fdea96bc0a6f50246d893bd","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-341","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-339",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-pov-cover.jpg",{"terms":25},[]]