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

It's summer. I was still working at the Duke of Rosedale's house as a sword teacher (an escort just named...).

The lady's swordsmanship has improved a lot in the last few months. In the first month I deplored the fact that it didn't work in the abusive way of "imitate my movements," and I asked my husband to learn the basics and the theoretical part of how to fight first from the knights of the country where I was stationed in the Duke's territory.

Then I combined my experience and sensory parts with what I had learned and understood from scratch, and I made it easy to understand and crush it and pass it on to my daughter.

And I heard that the magician was acquiring magic in the process of loading the "Magic Book" to understand the theory and then demonstrating an image that was perfectly understood, so I devised a way for the lady to learn swordsmanship with a sense of magic.

Specifically, he made a text with letters and pictures all about how to hold a sword, how to erect it, how to shake it, how to judge and mindfulness his legs, and asked the lady to read it before taking it into the form of practical practice.

This worked very well and the lady's lesson since adopting this method has been well in itself.

The lady seems to have fun taking lessons every time, and the amount of motivation and practice is impeccable from the start, so if you keep working on swordsmanship, I think you can grow to a level that works everywhere, even as a swordsman. Very happy.

As for the other student, Mr. Cathcart... the text I once made for the lady has been read by her as well, but honestly I think "imitate my movements" is enough for her. I'm also someone who can imitate and even apply a few moves where I haven't been taught the details.

Seeing how fast she improves, isn't this guy going to be stronger than me as early as next winter? I think so.... Well, I don't know if I'm in this mansion next winter.

And the task of reviewing the foundations and theoretical parts of my previous sensory understanding as knowledge and waking them into letters so that they could be understood by anyone was actually very meaningful to me as well.

I can understand why what I've been doing "instinctively" and "sensibly" has been doing that, so I feel like I can choose to move more accurately than I ever did on many occasions.

Thinking about it, this job may have been the one that brought me the extra plus to make up for the downside of leaving the field for a year. Well, I can't help but try it in action.

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The fact that Wang Du's School of Magic entered the summer vacation led to the homecoming of Alan, the eldest son of the Rosedale family while attending school, and Sylvia, his lover and courtier of the neighboring Duke of Reinhardt's house. I've never seen you in person before, but the lady told me a lot about you two.

Especially when it comes to Master Reinhardt... the lady stabbed me in the nail over and over again.

"Your sister is so beautiful that she doesn't think she belongs in this world, maybe Mason will instinctively attract you too. But she's your brother's lover and compassionate, so never recognize your sister as a paedophile."

"No, no, because it can't be. I'm not familiar enough to have romantic feelings for your grand aristocratic lady, and I would never imitate anything that would put my hands on someone else's lover in the first place," he replied, "Wouldn't the second half be great, but the first half have room for reconsideration?," he said.

... I just kind of conveyed what I wanted to say, but I'm sorry, lady, I, I don't know that much.

So, that Lady Reinhardt... but as the lady put it, she was certainly a tremendously beautiful girl. Fantastic or no longer heterogeneous? You were close to a goddess or an angel, not a biological person.

... but honestly, I'm very rude to a girl five years younger than myself, but the moment I saw her, the thought that came to mind was "remembering my own mother".

Of course, I'm not talking about how Master Reinhardt looks like our mother. The style of the absolute strong seeping out, or the aura of the predator that scares the prey, like it becomes zooky at the moment it meets...

Anyway, I had the feeling that my spine would freeze, like when I stood in front of my mother with a sword. Feels like, "If you go against this guy, he'll kill you"?

Probably normal people can't feel this far just from seeing Master Reinhardt's face, but in my case, the feeling around it is exceptionally sharpened by the education of genius from my mother and sister and the death fight against the numerous demons confronted in adventurer life...

And this is a dangerous statement without waiting for Lo O con suspicion, but honestly, I preferred the pure appearance to Lady Reinhardt as well. The colour of her hair, the colour of her eyes, the look and atmosphere that the lady herself looks cold when she shuts up with her fishing eyes for just a little while masturbating with her "villain face".

Yes, I honestly liked how that "lady who looks cold when she shuts up" looked so full of laughter the moment she found out about me, by the time she was defenseless.... There's no man who's not happy about that.

So no matter how perfectly neat and beautiful Lady Reinhardt is, I think the lady is more beautiful. At least for me, the lady is a prettier girl than Lady Reinhardt. Of course, not only is my subjectivity, but objectively the lady is an amazing beauty.

... No, no, no, no, no, what are you saying to me, a 12-year-old kid, just now? The lady's 12 years old, even if she looks like 14 or 5. Twelve years old. Are you out of your mind? Crime. You will turn the Kingdom of Demons into an enemy.

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A few days later, I was supposed to have tea alone with Master Alan for some reason. The lady had a new magic practice with Master Reinhardt or something, and the two of us were turned to a private beach that was becoming a magic practice ground for the lady.

And Alan called me, "Would you like to talk to me a little while?" and invited me to his room.

I wonder what it is. Is that it? "I don't know where my precious sister is. I don't care if she has civilians attached to her. Quickly disappear from the mansion, you ignorant bastard! Is that him?

... No, or is that it? "... you dirty lol con, this me will succeed or lose!" The one? "

I thought so, but so far, tea with Master Alan has a very calm atmosphere. It actually feels crusher than it looks when I talk to you, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

... And don't be picturesque about your taste for tea, blonde prince.

"Is Mr. Beckford seeing anyone right now?"

"Is that her? No, you're not here right now."

"Really?... So who cares, etc?

It's not like I'm not here, but I can't tell you about the other guy, even if his mouth is torn. Especially for you.

"... you're not particularly here right now"

"... I see. What type do you prefer, by the way?"

"What type…? Hmm. What do you think? You haven't really thought about it."

What kind of question is this?... Ha, is that it? Lori, are you looking into the suspicion?

"Whatever, right? For example, do you think that if you're stuck with this part of your face, or attracted to a kid with this personality, you get grumpy when you do this kind of trick? And then... if you're older or younger, which one do you prefer?"

... Yeah, yeah? I didn't expect you to eat down here.

"... right. If you insist, this kid, I think it's funny when you feel a gap between appearance and personality. I don't really care about age."

"Gaps are good, right! I know. I know. Oh, by the way, how old are you up and down to?"

When I said, "When I feel a gap between appearance and character if I insist," I'm actually referring to the "moment when a lady who looks cold when she shuts up turns a full grin on me," of course that can't be said.

... do you keep doing this? Why do you two almost first-time bastards have to have a conversation like Girls Talk?

In conclusion, it continued. An investigation into me? I was told that it was difficult until my parents recognized me in the relationship between the Rosedales and the Reinhardts, etc., and that I needed to continue to work hard to persuade various people because I had not yet gotten engaged, as the natural stream moved from.

I see. Was the lady on your side first to support you? But why are you making me listen so hard? Is that it? Is he someone whose own girlfriend is too cute to care if he doesn't fall in love (curse) with the first person he sees for now?

... Well, she's certainly beautiful enough to know what it's like to want to do that.

"After all, what did I want to tell you?"

"... Yes"

"Something that may or may not look like an unreachable being or an unwelcome socialist from around, may not actually be out of sight," he said.

"Ha ha..."

"And then if you try to storm it with the intention of hitting and crushing it, your allies might show up from the unexpected. At least I was."

"I see..."

No, um... what is that? You're such a funny little prince. That way of putting it together sounds like a conclusion to me: "I'll back you up, so just get your hands on my sister, you Heterero O con bastard".

... No, you're not, you must have misinterpreted it somewhere.

Then I saw the lady and Lady Reinhardt coming back to the mansion through the window of the room, so the mysterious tea party with your son was held, and we picked up the lady and Lady Reinhardt at the front door.

And Lady Alan nodded small at me like, "Come on, Aniki," and then walked over to her fantastic self. I feel like I was on the satisfied side of a man convinced of his job.

... mystery, that princess.