The Villainess Comes Back in Time to Find the One Who Truly Loved Her One Week Before Dying

"You can't sleep, Chelsea!! Sleep now and you'll die!!

... Yeah, I think so too. But I'm sorry, I'm very sleepy. Limit already...

"Hold on -! Don't sleep!! Open your eyes!!

I slowly opened my eyes and smiled at my beloved, who was desperately speaking to me as I grabbed the debris floating next to me in the sea and floated.

I'm probably in a state of floating in the ocean in the evening dressed just like him... I think. I don't know how I feel anymore and I can't really recognize what I'm in.

"Hey, Mason..., will you listen to me?

Good, the ability to speak out still seemed painful.

"Oh, I'll listen, I'll ask as much as I want, just tell me anything."

"Meet you... Really... good..."

"Yeah, me too. So don't go to sleep. You should be able to help me in a little while. Then we'll run away together. Run to a distant country and live together! Hey Chelsea, Chelsea no!!

Watching me try to close my eyes again, he screams.

But I can't fight drowsiness anymore. I can't keep my eyes open. I felt the voice of my darling screaming desperately go a long way.

"Yes, but... I love you... now..."

I'm so glad I met him and we had a short time together though. I sincerely think that the last week of my life was a much more worthwhile time than the sum of the eighteen years up until then.

Thanks to him, no doubt. Thank you so much, Mason.

... but you're still sad, you wanted to be more with him. You wanted to see more of his smile.

If I can start my life over now, I want to be with him all the time. I want to spend my whole life loving him and living happily ever after with him.

With that in mind, I went to deep sleep.

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The moment I woke up, I felt nostalgic somewhere.

"... that? Is this...?

Yeah? Something's a little uncomfortable with your voice, huh? I thought, I just checked the situation around me. A vain large room with a king size bed with a ceiling and a luxurious yet elegant interior based on blue and white.

On one side of the wall was a whole window, and over the laced inner curtain, which at a glance could be seen the afternoon sea, which began to stain with sunset colors.

(... what, my room here at home... right?

This overly luxurious room in Ocean View was definitely my own room in the mansion where I was born and raised.

(Maybe it helped...? Or the post-mortem world?

I can't read the situation at all. Let's just chill out a little and sort out the situation.

My name is Chelsea Rosedale. The firstborn of the Duke of Rosedale family, counted among the "three Dukes", in the lineage of the founding minister of Shelbrett, the Demonic Kingdom, eighteen years old.

He was cheated on by the second prince of this country, who was his fiancé, and persisted in harassing that cheater.

And because of that harassment, she is a little girl who lived a life like a villain's warrant in a story, where the prince tells her to destroy her engagement in front of the public, as well as a blatant curse, and an island run to a remote island monastery.

... Well, now I don't care about princes or cheaters.

So, did you get caught in a storm or typhoon on the way to that convent, the ship you were on wrecked and sank, managed to grab you by the rubble, for a few hours? No. Nearly a day? I stuck to the sticky, but in the end I didn't come to help or anything, and I probably should have lost my life at sea.

How can that be in my parents' room when I realize it? I wonder if I have a remnant of my heart and can't form a Buddha, and even become a ghost.

Or miraculously helped? No, but my parents have forgiven me, so I don't think it's possible to wake up in the mansion's own room, even if it helps.

(... yeah, I knew there was no point in trying to calm down and sort things out. Let's ask someone)

That's what I thought. I got myself out of bed.

... Yeah? Something's odd about my body, too. Something light or something. Because you're a ghost?

When I realized, the mirror was in sight.

…

What was shown there was a beautiful girl with long elegant champagne gold hair and a slightly hanging cold looking impression with sapphire-colored eyes (yeah, you're talking about a pretty girl yourself). Definitely me.

... probably when I was about eight or nine.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!?

My screams echoed throughout the mansion.