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

(One, I'm tired...!

I managed to get to my room and I crashed straight into bed. The weight of your body as if it weighs all over your body. My body's sampling hurts. The phrase "I can't move another step" is for me now. That's how tired I am. I had confidence in my health...

Today was swordsmanship lesson day by Mr. Beckford. Two months after taking lessons, his instruction has grown in intensity and rigour. He said that if I told him, it would only improve the amount I teach him, so it would be fun and too much to follow.

... try to remember the first day of the lesson conversation.

"... is this the first time you've really held a sword?"

"Yes, but I watched the lady's swordsmanship lessons several times."

"Uh, I see. She said she was practicing the steps by herself, referring to the lady's lessons. '

'No, I just kind of have what I was looking at in my head, so now I try to imitate that, too, remembering'

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Mr. Beckford looked pitiful with a poker open his mouth to my words. Apparently I have a fair level of swordsmanship talent.

Mr. Beckford groaned bitterly laughing at "genius" or "I think two years of hard work will make him a first-rate adventurer and a good knight" or something big.

What? What now? You say you're "flattered" about me?

... I thought you were a pretty nice hater. Probably me when they said that word, I just had a flashy face. Of course, I knew he didn't mean to dislike it. But I'm laughing.

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The presence of Adventurer Mason Beckford becomes an insurance policy to protect the life of your daughter.

The story of him being the lady's "destiny man" was something I didn't want to accept, but of course there couldn't be any dissatisfaction with me about the very fact that I searched him to the mansion with all my might. I'd rather you come as soon as possible.

By the husband and wife consulted by the lady, it was found that the young lady's ability to predict was the originally correct one to pass on to the Rosedale family, known as the 'foreseeable eye'. And the Rosedales were to embark immediately on the search for Mr. Beckford.

If the Rosedales meant it, it didn't seem that hard to find one adventurer from the continent, and in just over a month I heard from him that he had been found. Perhaps Master Sylvia would have preferred the proposed search method.

In any case, when I was a lady since I was contacted about it… I was in such a state as to describe all over my body what a "maiden in love" was.

The state of the mood MAX continued for 24 hours, and the free time often made Bo gaze at the sea with his slutty face, whether he was imagined to meet him or the future.

I wondered if my husband had given me dresses, accessories, perfumes, etc. that usually showed little interest, I had increased dance lessons for shaping up and carefully cared for my skin and hair every day.

Extremely, he unleashed powerful magic on the mansion's beach because he couldn't contain his excitement, and was thundered by his surprised wife.

... Yeah, that was bad. I don't know what magic they used, but a few times, no, dozens of times more than in a typhoon, because the ocean was rough. I thought Kraken or Sarpent attacked me.

And the day Mr. Beckford came to the mansion. I had the role of welcoming him in the courtyard and guiding him to the salon.

And the lady's "Destiny Man" I first met... was somehow someone who clapped out a little bit. I was wondering what kind of monster would come when a warrior could save a life crisis that even a lady with all that magic could not avoid...

In a nutshell, "mediocre". I can't feel intimidation like the Demon King, or aura like the brave, adventurers or mercenary-style youth everywhere for the price.

I don't care what you think of the two swords I had. They don't look like "holy swords" or "demon swords". With a slightly longer standard body shape, the face that gives the sharp impression is on a level such as "I guess it's neat when it comes to neatness".

Yet the lady, who had seen his face for the first time, felt like she could not contain the emotion of being able to meet the prince she had dreamed of, and was about to spill it to tears with emotion. The tears were desperately tolerated, though, to see if you cared that the makeup, which was finished by three maids, including me, would collapse over four hours.

In the end, there was also the fruit of the young lady's somewhat forceful persuasion, and Mr. Beckford was to work safely at the Rosedale family as the young lady's exclusive escort and sword teacher. And the lady since Mr. Beckford arrived...... "Maiden in Love" status has gone into standard mode as expected.

I frequently call Mr. Beckford to my room for free time, and Nico enjoys colluding with him with a happy smile. Until me, who often refrained next door, I now have a rough idea of Mr. Beckford's background from birth until he entered the Rosedale family.

On holiday, Mr. Beckford and I go out to the city and enjoy our date. Of course, after getting up early every time and applying a temperamental makeup and hair arrangement. Thanks to you, recently, my makeup and hair arrangement skills have grown rapidly and I feel peeled off as a maid.

The swordsmanship lesson being coached by Mr. Beckford didn't seem to be working at first, but the lady's motivation to "show Mason what's good for him and what's working hard for him" never diminished.

How Mr. Beckford has devised a way to teach along the way and the lesson itself is working now.

The lady when she was with Mr. Beckford seemed happy as if she had concentrated all the positive emotions in this world and incorporated them into her body, and I was no longer getting much jealousy either.

If the lady seems so happy, you can't help it, but rather thank you for making the lady happy, like, Mr. Beckford.

When I got here, I had to admit it already. That the lady's feelings would not change. And the lady said that if she were to be with Mr. Beckford, she would choose the path of abandoning her aristocratic status and working as an adventurer or mercenary. In fact, the young lady has worked hard to learn magic from a very young age.

Mr. Beckford is from a foreign civilian and is separated from his lady at his age. And just like me, it has no magic. Honestly, from the point of view of "the aristocratic marriage of the demonic kingdom," he was not the one who deserved to be the courtesan of the three Dukes, no matter where he came from. Although even civilians could have managed if they had at least intense magic.

Then it was no exaggeration to say that the future of a young lady running off and leaving the kingdom to be united with him was by no means unlikely, but rather a fairly realistic future statue that could happen in a few years.

So what should I do? I want one thing. It is to live by your daughter's side for the rest of her life.

Of course, I know it would have been ideal if we had stayed close to each other for the rest of our lives in a relationship between a lover who loves her lady, but it was well understood in Mr. Beckford's appearance that that was probably an unfulfilled dream.

Even so, I can never give up just the hope of living by your daughter's side for the rest of my life. Because that is no longer "hope," but my very existence. I can't stand "gray worlds" and "peaceful routines" without a lady anymore.

Having thought that far, I consulted the lady, "May I also learn swordsmanship from Mr. Beckford?" If a lady is going to be an adventurer for Mr. Beckford, I just have to be an adventurer for the lady and accompany her. It was a simple story.

But I seem to have cut the lady out the wrong way, making her pale in the face.... As far as I'm concerned, having romantic feelings for someone other than your daughter was unimaginable, so I had no idea that I could be misled if I didn't properly explain why I chose Mr. Beckford.

Incidentally, there were other reasons why I wanted to ask Mr. Beckford for instruction in swordsmanship than what I really explained to the lady.

Of course, it was no reason to lie that he doubted his existential significance, as his swordsmanship was geared to action and spared time again, but to tell the truth, there was a desire to observe and understand him more closely nearby.

What about him is attracting the lady all the way over there. Where is the element where the lady falls in love so much? If you understand and incorporate there, maybe the lady will turn around. That's what I had in mind.... I haven't been able to find this so far, except for the fact that it's "humble and honest".

... I said earlier that it was an unfulfilled dream to be your daughter's lover, but honestly, I didn't want to give up even if I could understand. I probably won't be able to give up for the rest of my life.

Yes, if you stay close to Mr. Beckford like this, even if Mr. Beckford and his daughter are married in the future, they may admit to me as a "concubine or mistress of your daughter". All right, do you want to try and sell your festivities for that...?

... Is that so? Let's just calm down.

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Rarely did my parents contact me yesterday. Apparently, the baron was seriously injured and in critical condition during his work. I'm not interested at all, so I'm just going to send out a "sympathy" letter. But that contact reminded me of an interesting fact.

His seriously injured work is the crusade mission of a massive herd of demons that emerged on the border. Besides, after being very active, he covered his men and sustained injuries. What righteous hero.... No, you're not, maybe that "bulky subordinate" is a young woman, I'm sure.

Speaking of which, I was. Baron Adam Cathcart. Swordmaster of Demonic Kingdom No. 1, which takes the alias' Shooting Star '. Master of swords climbed up to one of the main powers of the Royal Army with its overwhelming swordsmanship alone, even though it has only a slight magic.

Five or six single-country barons were able to live with concubines or luxury games like every day because they constantly earned a martial arts medal to match it.

Speaking of which, I was the daughter of the strongest swordsman in this country. If I had the gift of a sword, it must have been inherited from the Baron. I kinda forgot that the Baron was a master of swords and that blood was connected to me.... You look just like the "I forget a little" part. That's parents and kids.

I have to thank the Baron. Because thanks to his whim, he meets the lady and thanks to the talent he inherited from him, he is smoothly equipped with the skills to live by the lady.

All right, let's not put a single sentence in the thanksgiving letter to the effect that "I don't even intend to give it to you, but I relinquish my inheritance".

... Is that it? Is it rude because I haven't decided to die yet?