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

Until I was five years old, I, Rebecca Westwood, was an ordinary child. Born in a local city with no characteristics whatsoever, as the eldest daughter of her parents, who run a small inn like anywhere else, she grew up fighting like every day with her younger brother of two years.

It wasn't a wealthy household, but I don't think it was particularly poor either. At least I never had a problem with what I eat.

It was when I was five that I was uncomfortable with "something" in my body. I felt a "something" that I didn't know who I was flowing all the way through my body, and when I concentrated my nerves I could stop or change that "something" flow.

I explained my discomfort to my parents and friends, but no one showed my understanding of my discomfort.

I didn't have any pain or any inconvenience in my daily life due to that discomfort, so in time I stopped saying much about my discomfort.

My fate changed dramatically when I was eight. It was inspired by the fact that the traveling magician who stayed in our inn was a child-loving person and became my talker.

When he spoke to that wizard about the discomfort he was feeling without any particular profound meaning, the wizard looked surprised and then said, "You must be able to recognize magic."

Apparently the Mage Mentor told that story to our parents, who were happy to take me to the local Mage Mentor Association. And after a brief inquiry and measurement, it was established that I would possess the qualities of a magician.

However, I haven't been able to do any magic control yet, so I was bought a text for that because I needed to practice magic control for three to five years first. They were pretty expensive.

At the age of twelve, I had managed to control my magic. The next step was to figure out which attribute my magic fits by challenging the basic magic mastery of each attribute.

As a result, I was found to be highly compatible only with the sacred attributes. Later I found out that it was actually different.

Unlike the aristocratic family, we couldn't afford to hire a demon tutor. So I had to hang my parents' help and a part-time job that I could do even at the age of twelve to save money, lock myself up in the library of the Magic Instructors Association (usage is paid for) and learn magic on my own.

With the elementary magic of sacred attributes, it has been easier at once since I mastered 'Recovery', which can heal relatively minor injuries.

I treated my injuries for a fee as a service for guests at my parents' inn and made it easy for me to make money for doing a similar part time job in the Adventurer Guild. Most of the money earned was spent on the purchase of magic books and library usage fees.

And at thirteen, my destiny changes dramatically again. The fact that the magic acquired in self-study by mistake as that of the Holy Attribute was actually the elementary magic of the "light attribute" turned out me to be the fitter of the light attribute known for the smallest number of fitters.

It was a coincidence that happened because I studied on my own all the time from the beginning and didn't properly understand the difference between light and sacred attributes.

… just for the record, I have big doubts that the "I can measure the strength of magic to some extent" tool doesn't have the "I can measure which attribute fits" tool even though it exists, and that the only way to determine the fitness of an attribute is actually to master and try to use the magic of that attribute.

Because it's very inefficient. And the problem isn't just that it's inefficient. There are extremely few fitters, for example, and naturally there are a handful of light and dark attributes, such as the underlying Magic Book, which are rarely opportunities for beginners to learn and try them themselves.

In my case, I just stumbled upon the suitability of the light attribute because the light attribute magic book happened to be misplaced in the corner of the sacred attribute magic book of the local Magic Book Association.

So I guess there are actually a few more magicians with light and dark attributes who just don't realize that they are fit. They're buried in a way because they don't have the tools to measure "which attribute fits".

So if I could invent something like an "attribute measuring instrument" in the future, I would sell it to fly and secretly think that I might be able to get rich.

Well, there are a lot of people already thinking the same thing, and maybe they just haven't found a way to manage that.

After turning out to be a fitter for optical attributes in any case, I suddenly became an investee from the state. The decision to enroll in the Royal School of Magic was made with full exemption from tuition, and tutors were now seconded free of charge by the local Association of Mage Instructors.

Even so, that tutor was only fit for the sacred attributes, so I had to continue to learn on my own after reading the few books of light attributes that were sent by the state and in the Association of Wizards when it came to the magic of light attributes.

Just around the time it turned out to have light attributes, I started getting thistled from around even in appearance. He was confessed by more boys than he could count and hated by almost every girl his age.

Few kids sold me fights that were becoming a little celebrity locally, but every one of those kids who came out once in a while did it back.

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I was gradually starting to have weird pride in myself. That wasn't about being a magical possession of rare light attributes or being superior in appearance.

The mysterious pride that sprouted on me was not of aristocratic origin, nor of the birth of a wealthy family, but of the kind of "I am the strength of the take-up," that I have paved my way with my own power alone from an early age.

Magic is self-taught, and the materials necessary for that self-study are also purchased from an early age with the money that I earned, it is myself, albeit coincidentally, that the compatibility of the magic of light attributes has been found, and the children who come hostile to me are twisted in their own power.

I came this far on my own from the start. My guts are different from those of a demon mentor from a nobleman growing up in a privileged environment. That's what I thought.

Having been admitted to the School of Magic in my state of mind as it was, I was intrigued by the profile of a new faculty member. Teacher Mason Beckford, a new instructor in swordsmanship from this year onwards.

He's still a young lecturer in his early twenties, but he's already had a rich track record as an adventurer, and he's been employed by that Rosedale family of the Three Grand Dukes for the past few years.

One of her party members, escorting Chelsea Rosedale, a ruinous Duke's ordinance who has been rumbling around locally since before school enrolled as an adventurer.

He taught swordsmanship from scratch to Irene Cathcart, who belongs to the same party, and has a proven track record of growing up to be one of the top swordmasters in the country in just a few years. Naturally, he is also an amazing swordmaster.

I've heard rumors about the Duke of Rosedale and his party since before school. He said the daughters of a grand aristocrat my age and two swordmasters of that escort were working hard in the momentum to hunt down demons near the Rosedale Reinhardt metropolitan area.

It was unusual at the time, but I was only wondering if a child named Chelsea was free.

But I actually came to school and I found out the teacher's detailed profile and I heard a lot of rumors about him, and I couldn't help but be interested in him.

The teacher said he was from a foreign civilian and had no magic. Such a man was promoted to a teacher at the "School of Magic" even though he was a swordsman.

Rumor further has it that his previous employer, the Duke of Rosedale, who had a thick trust in him, was reluctant to let him go to school until the end.

At the end of the day, he even received an official letter from the royal family, so he had no choice but to agree to the transfer. There were also stories that it was another Reinhardt family of the three Dukes who strongly recommended him to the school.

The idea that magic has absolute value is common in this country… especially among the nobles of this country. Yet the royalty and the great nobility of this kingdom praised him for not having magic, and he was removed from the house of the great nobility into the kingdom.

I was impressed by the story that he, without any high stature or magic, beat all the prejudices and discrimination deeply rooted in this country with his sword arms and leadership alone, forcing the royal nobility of the Demonic Kingdom to recognize his strength.

I thought I was a "take-up" myself, but he goes over me, this guy could be amazing. I thought so.

And seeing a demonstration by him and Mr. Cathcart in a tour class, my expectation that "this guy could be an amazing guy" soon turned into a certainty that "this guy is an amazing guy".

I was convinced that everyone would have had to admit that with this strength, although they would be of civilian origin but without magic.

It's not like I had any swordsmanship skills or experience. I can't even ask them to explain what was so amazing about their movements. But it was amazing anyway. I thought it was like a "battle of the gods".

All the students who were visiting the tour fell in love with the teacher and Mr. Cathcart's movements all the way from start to finish, and they continued to applaud for a while after the match.

And I fell in love.