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

I've been in such a good mood the past week. How upbeat was it that more than 90% of the people I've had conversations with in the past week actually said, "Ma'am, has anything good happened? I was in such a good mood to ask questions to that effect." By the way, the remaining less than 10% were people who knew why they were in a good mood from the start.

Trouble because as soon as I get a little distracted, I'll trip over to a memory of my previous life or a happy future forecast map. I can see for myself that I would have a delicate, tight face.

Once I couldn't contain any excitement yesterday and unleashed some freshly remembered water attribute advanced magic on the mansion beach, the ocean was rougher than I imagined, and my mother just pissed me off.

Yesterday, a rookie maid who came to the mansion and was only a few days old zeroed grape juice into my favorite dress. "It's okay, because there's no one who won't fail," she gave him a gentle hug as she turned pale and shook her rattled face and apologized with a crying face. Somehow they cried.

It's so wonderful in the world, you don't get so eye-catching that you can't wear a dress anymore, even though it was your favorite. We're rich, so we can buy dresses again. Ohohohohohohohohohohoho.

Speaking of which, you came to the Mansion in your last life and juiced my dress early. In my previous life I did binta until my cheeks swelled bright red while I continued to curse for about 30 minutes. Afterwards, I feel like I was unnecessarily bullying you because every time I looked at my face it was something that made me look scared of fear.

... I still sucked in my previous life.

... well, the story of how I was the shittiest woman in my past life, once again, is why I'm in such a good mood right now. That is, of course, because, naturally, needless to say, … they have been found. Yes, Mason did. My husband. My prince. My husband...!

His search didn't take as long as he thought. Only the Adventurer Guild in our country put out the first search and cooperation request and nomination quest, but after a month I couldn't find it.

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy to find," it was me who got a little depressed, but then I tried broadening the search to neighboring countries and they immediately contacted me that I had found someone who looked like him.

Mason Beckford, 20. young adventurer for about five years of his career. The color of the hair and eyes is black. Slightly long standard body shape. The job is a swordmaster, a duplicitous user of Longsword and Man-Gosh. Yeah, you're pretty much sure. The shorter sword he had, "Man-Gosh." I didn't know.

No. Can you really pinpoint an adventurer who's supposed to be traveling around the world? And I was half-hearted at first, but you're surprisingly easy to do. I can't deny the feeling of letting money and power say things.

... I'm sorry I'm such a bad little girl. But forgive me, it's probably only a few years from now that I can use the money and power of my house.

... No?

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Finally, today is the day Mason comes to our mansion. Take a deep breath and look at yourself in the mirror. There was a nervous faceted girl in the mirror, dressed in a simple, elegant blue dress.

Makeup with loosely curled champagne gold hair with a mature look at a critical level that doesn't look stretched out.... Yeah, she's a beautiful girl with no complaints.

Don't tell me yourself beautiful girl. I'm talking to you, but I just want you to forgive me today. Because what I look like today is a collection of the Rosedale family's 300-year history, so to speak, "Rosedale's Seriousness," infused with the financial, power, hard work and women's power of the Duke of Rosedale family at all costs. If this doesn't make me a pretty girl, we'll talk about our house not working.

... Yeah, that's a big deal, me.

It's been a long time for today... or the first time in my previous life I've had dresses, accessories, perfumes, cosmetics and all sorts of things to get the finest. I stopped eating intermittently, added more dance lessons and also tried to shape up. I have been carefully cared for my hair and skin every day for the past week. I spent four hours early this morning getting my hair arranged and makeup done...!

Anyway, today is my first meeting with my future husband. It is an important event next to the wedding. And from now on, I'm going to challenge my twelve-year-old daughter to drop her 20-year-old super handsome (by my standards).

I don't have a cheesy beauty like your sister, so hard work (or financial strength?) I just have to cover it with...!

... I hope you think she's cute at all.

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"You've come a long way! You're welcome. This is Anton Rosedale, whom I asked to make this request."

"My name is Elena. Best regards,"

…… …… It's my daughter Chelsea... Thank you very much... su "

… Nice to meet you. My name is Mason Beckford. It is an honor to have this opportunity. Best regards, "

"... Chelsea? What's the matter with you?

"Hey, nothing..."

... Yes, and I did it quickly -. Everyone who worked hard for today, I'm really sorry, you can curse me with an unusable lady... Father, I'm sorry I let you waste your time for such a defective daughter.

No more, let's go to the convent. I knew St. Andrews would suit me.

Enough, I was going to prepare my mind. But I didn't actually do it at all. The moment I saw his face, I was happy, uncut, relieved, excited… all kinds of emotions had exploded with you mixed up already. Because for me, it was the first time in four years that I'd been reunited with my beloved over death.

But from him, I must be a little girl who suddenly disturbs and is about to cry the moment she sees her face. I actually said, "Huh? ♪ And he looked. ♪... I'm pretty sure my first impression in him wasn't good.... sad.

In the meantime, let me leave the room once, take a deep breath, and then hurry to see if my makeup is broken with tears. Irene, of course, was the one who accompanied me quietly and silently offered me a mirror.... No, not a little too competent? Is it the rebirth of "The Divine Warrior"?

Yeah, I'm fine. All right, now it's time to calm down and do your best!

"Sorry, excuse me"

"Oh, no, I don't care..."

"Chelsea, if you don't feel great, why don't you go back to your room and rest?

"Yes, Chelsea. You mustn't force it."

No, now is not the time.

"No, it's okay now. Don't worry about it."

"... ok. I'll explain the details of this request to you as soon as possible. First of all, how I came to this request..."

Then your father gave a full explanation of the quest. My "dream" story is confidential, so it was explained that I was looking for a dedicated escort to accompany me at all times, simply because I was twelve and I would be working alone more from now on.

And because I am interested in swordsmanship, there was an explanation that instruction in swordsmanship would also be included in the request.

This is something I didn't think about when I first put out the nomination quest, but I was asked to add it from the middle of nowhere, realizing that "if I learned swordsmanship from him, it would be a common topic, and it would be an appeal to the hard working figure, and if I was going to be an adventurer in the future, I would need the foundation of a melee.

So the current quest should certainly be my escort "etc." That "etc." is the swordsmanship instruction.

Mason listens to your father's explanation with a serious face. Me in love.... yabba, I had an eye for a second. I, wasn't I now a deluded face with no example!?... sucks. I made fun of it again.

... I knew it was a monastery. Yeah. Let's do that. I like that.

He asked your father the question, "Why a nomination quest for yourself?" Right, given his position, I guess that's the most mysterious thing there is.

But just because I can't say, "My daughter is a predictor and I plan on having you save her life," it becomes an ambiguous answer, "If you take the quest, I'll follow through with it." No, it's not even an answer, is it?

"Honestly, on the terms you're putting out this time, I think you can hire multiple adventurers with a far higher track record than me... Besides, I don't think my swordsmanship is suitable for escort work or for the escort that a lady learns..."

... Yeah, it has to be you. It doesn't make sense if it's not you.

I stood up quietly.

"... Um, may I?"

"... Chelsea?

A confused looking mother. And your father looked at me and nodded small. Thank you, Father!

"From this quest, I'm sure from Mr. Beckford's point of view, there seems to be something behind it that I don't really feel comfortable talking about"

"... no, well..."

I'm sure it's a frigid job for him. "There are circumstances behind this job, but don't ask me there to accept it," he says.

No matter how much money is good, if I were him, I'd probably say no. But I'd be in trouble if he turned me down. That's why I decided to waste my time, acting like an unknown and pathetic villain.

"We apologize for not being able to share all the details with you today. But there's a reason I definitely have to be Mr. Beckford for this job. I will definitely explain why someday, so could you please consider it positively? Please!

"What, hey...!

Deeply bow your head. And if this doesn't give me a positive response, I'm gonna sit down next, and then I'm gonna stick to your feet, right?

"... ok. I accept. So please raise your head."

"... thanks!!

Yay!! Big success!!

Best wishes for the rest of your life!! Don't worry, I will be absolutely happy!!