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

It was my maid Irene who came first when she heard me scream. He is my exclusive maid, a sweet daughter who has taken care of me to the end while being scattered and badly matched and struggled by me.

He should be in his 20s at all because he must have been five or six years older than me... but Irene, who now talks to me in front of me, looks like only a 14 or 5 year old girl no matter what.

"Duh, what's wrong!? Lady."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouted out loud"

"Yes, no, it's okay and s... that? Ma'am! You're awake! Great! How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?

"What? Yeah, especially. Probably okay...?

No, it's not really all right at all. You almost died once? Dead? Because if you notice up there, you're back to being a toddler.

"Great! But lady, you can't get out of bed yet. I've been sleeping with high fever for two days. I'll get you a doctor right away, so can you please go back to bed and wait?

"What, high fever? Not hypothermia or something?

"... Yes? Hypothermia, is it?

Oh, no, something's going to be difficult to talk about. I don't understand the situation either, and until I have some idea what happened, maybe I shouldn't tell you about the ship being a monastery.

"Sorry, never mind. I get it. I'm waiting for you in bed. Thanks."

… ... is, yes. I'll get a doctor right away. "

Eileen solidified with a facetious look for a moment before running away shaking Ash Grey's hair.

Yeah? Did I say something weird?

... No. Probably that one. I must have never thanked her before.

On the contrary, ignorance and tantrums were commonplace, and when he was in a bad mood, he hit eight or made it difficult, as usual, to stifle him.

"Thank you" came out of my mouth like that, so I probably froze it for a second.

True, you sucked, me.

... I have to apologize properly.

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The doctor who has since done so gave me the diagnosis that there are no particular abnormalities in the body, that for now I will rest for a day and see how things are going, gradually returning to everyday life after tomorrow, but at the same time the finding that "high fever may be causing temporary memory problems".

I didn't tell the doctor anything about the ship sinking and dying or anything like that. After all the inquiries, the doctor noticed something was wrong with my behavior, and he started with "What's your name?" and asked questions like age, family name, where is this place and what year is it now?

As a result, I somehow found out that I was apparently back to myself when I was eight years old.

I didn't know how to answer age and "what year is it now," and for now when I honestly answered "18" and "292 New Calendar," everyone on the spot (the doctor, Eileen and her worried and rushed mother and brother) looked indescribable, and I was eight years old and now I was told it was 282 New Calendar.

And I can't remember anything specifically about before I had a fever (it's a story I can't even tell you to recall the details because it's going to be a childhood memory 10 years ago for me), so I got a "temporary memory problem" finding.

"Hey, Eileen."

"...! Yes, what is it, lady"

I spoke kindly to Eileen, who was to see me with an escort this evening as well. If you ask me, they've been nursing about me the whole time I've been sleeping with a fever.

Now she's freaking out again for a second. How scared am I, or am I just unfamiliar with it because I never called it "Eileen" by its name before and it was a "you there" way of calling it?

... anyway, me, you sucked. Really.

I got out of bed, stood in front of Eileen and bowed my head in momentum.

"I'm so sorry so far. I'll change my attitude from now on, so please keep it up."

"...! Oh, no...! Please raise your head, lady...!

Apparently my abrupt behavior was totally unexpected to Eileen, and after a while I lifted my head, she looked troubled and dressed like she was reaching right at me with her middle waist.

She was a cool impression on the poker face before, but you're probably expressive today.... because I do all the unexpected things. Excuse me.

"I'm sorry to surprise you. I just wanted to apologize."

"Yes, no... the lady has nothing to be apologized for...!

No, there will be. I don't care what you think. At least I know all about this one.... Oh, but that? Now, if I was eight, maybe Eileen should have come to our mansion some time ago.

Then maybe you haven't been much of a victim of a natural disaster called mine yet. Must be.... I hope so.

"Thank you. I'm a bummer, thank you very much."

"Also, of course! Nice to meet you!

In my heart, I said, "A bummer is a reply to a proposal!," I stretched my tiny body out to the fullest, holding Irene. Though I think I'm dressed more like a hug than a hug because I'm still less tall.

Eileen was surprised again. Though it solidified for a moment, she immediately held me back gently.

I still don't know what it is, and I think Eileen feels more like "did the lady have a high fever and go crazy," a situation that I don't understand more, but I have to take care of Eileen anyway.

She did not abandon me to the end, for she is my benefactor, who was abandoned by her family and from other servants could no longer only direct the eyes of contempt and ridicule.

Let's take the time to repay her.

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From the next day I ran off to sort out the situation and gather information. He was caged in his room for half a day and wrote down what happened between the ages of 8 and 18, along with the names of people he could remember, place names, incidents, etc., and then caged in the mansion's library to read and fish books and give hearings to his family and the mansion's servants.

As a result of these activities over several days, I concluded that I was likely returning to my eighteen-year-old self with an eighteen-year-old memory.

At first I seriously thought you were even a ghost and went back to your parents' house, and then I thought you had a long dream, but probably not both.

I'm hungry and want to go to the bathroom. I sleep normally every night, and when I hit my pinky toe on the table, the pain ran so sharp that I cried. I don't care what you think. All my basic functions as a human being drive normally. So I don't think it's probably a ghost.

And to think it was a dream, information that I didn't know about at eight years old was too consistent with reality.

For example, St. Andrews Abbey, where I was to be closed. Built on a small island floating in the far north sea, this monastery existed in a place as I remember it.

And all the royal nobles in my memory, including the second prince of the cheater who was my fiancée, were real.

Now if it were a dream, I would no longer be a predictor, but I should not be equipped with such abilities.... No, well, maybe predictive abilities are still a more realistic conclusion than time travelers.

Speaking of which, I feel like at the last moment of my previous life (I thought a lot about how to call it "the previous timeline" or "the previous life," but I simply decided to call it "the previous life"), I was hoping, "If I could start over my life," but maybe God received my last wish of the previous life.

If so, is it true that you are grateful or sorry? What a merciful god to hear the wishes of such a helpless little girl.

Thank you so much. Now I will live carefully, without stepping off the road, me.

... back to it, even if my ten years of memory is a previous life or a predictive dream, if my memory was something that could happen in the next ten years, then what I had to do was decide.

That, of course, in the last week of my previous life, I seek out him who loved me wholeheartedly for a happy future with him! that.

I spend the rest of my life loving him enough to melt and drool, and one day when he dies, I try to make him think wholeheartedly, "I was happy to be with you".

Yes, just like I was in my previous life.

Wait, Mason. Now it's time to be happy!