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

A while after coming to school, my thinking had changed considerably from before. You say you're out of weird pride, or you say you broke Tengu's nose...

The reason is simple. There were too many amazing students in this school. There were a few students who were so powerful that they couldn't really explain the difference between the environment in which they were born and raised and the previous level of education alone, and the overall level was so high, except for that kind of chemical class.

What a strength of "inside" at best, except for the special nature of the magic of light attributes.

And in many cases, the good students were not happy with their current strengths and worked very hard every day. It was easy to imagine looking at them that they would have continued to work without ever being sweet on the environment.

"I am not the same gut as a nobleman who grew up spoiled". I became ashamed of myself for thinking so.

The more embarrassing fact, or black history that no one can say, was that I would probably be chosen as the "Student Council Executive" called the first step in an elite course in this country before enrollment, and if not, it would be a matter of identity, concluding that the school philosophy of "equality" was only pre-construction.

... I'm so glad I didn't tell anyone.

What happened in the end? Of course you can't be chosen. Magic was only at the level of "relatively strong" just because of changing attributes, and was just about midway through the entrance test.

If such students are chosen solely for the reason that they have light attributes, that is the story of whether the philosophy of "equality" is a lie.

Well, in fact, students from the Royal Family and the three Dukes are almost unconditionally chosen, so if they ask if "equality" is pre-construction, perhaps the answer is partially YES.

In fact, students from the Royal Family and the Three Dukes have also been chosen by the Student Council Executive Branch with regard to this year's freshmen… but if they were chosen solely in their capacity, the answer is totally NO.

In fact, the epitome of "a physical-class student with incomparable powers to me" that I described earlier was a student from that royal family and the three Dukes. Especially the Duke and Duchess of Chelsea Rosedale... just out of standard? No longer strange? It was a cheat character that felt something like that.

They have the magic of the dark attribute, a rare attribute alongside my light attribute, and the magic of that dark attribute can already be manipulated to the finest magic.

All the magic power tends to be noticed, but it actually seems to be quite powerful when it comes to swordsmanship.

She started working when she was thirteen, and her party is now apparently the top party to get into three fingers at the local Rosedale Reinhardt Adventurers Guild...

And when I actually look at the magical firepower she shows during a practical skill class or swordsmanship arm, I think that maybe almost everything she rumors is based on facts.

By the way, the entrance exam naturally knocked out the top grades of the school year, both in writing and in practice.

The exterior is exactly a classy beautiful girl who feels like a "noble noble lady" and doesn't look like a very active adventurer.

However, I have hardly talked to her yet because silence seems pretty cold, and I don't really try to relate to other students from myself in one quiet type or the other. Honestly, hey, no, pretty scary.

I'm not actually a scary person at all, according to the story of her and the friendly folks, but rather a friendly and kind person with absolutely nothing to conceive of… but I still didn't have the courage to speak up from me.

By the way, those who are getting along with her are the fierce ones who spoke aggressively from herself through the pressure exerted by the icy aura she unleashes.

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That wasn't the only pride I had when I came to school and was broken. Some people in this school shattered their pride about their charm as girls, which I had. The person was my one-sided opponent, Dr. Beckford.

In love with the teacher, I naturally decided to take the sword art lecture. The teacher's teaching methods and texts were so easy to understand that I could learn swordsmanship with the feeling of mastering new magic. My swordsmanship talent doesn't seem bad either, and my sword strength is growing well.

But the key teacher showed no interest at all, no matter how hard I tried to approach him. I'm the first person in my life to approach a man from myself, so of course there's a chance that I wasn't very good at doing it my way, but nevertheless, it is.

No matter how much I appealed to the favor or deliberately tried to show a gap, he was completely unresponsive. I've tried changing my hair, wearing glasses, dressing up to accentuate my proud tits, I've already tried everything, but the teacher couldn't even look at me no matter what I did.

Or maybe not interested in my appearance or outfit at all, so I don't even notice the change.

Something happened when I stumbled upon a teacher trying to eat junk food on the bench in the old school building and thought it was a chance and I tried to lunch with him, he obviously went back to work feeling like he was avoiding me. Honestly, it hurt so bad.

After a while, there were rumors that the teacher was dating Mr. Cathcart.

If you ask me, the teacher, who is thorough about calling everyone by last name, only called her by "Eileen" and first-name calling. Besides, we've known each other a long time, we're in a mentorship, we're party members.... you look so good that you don't have any more.

Nah, that's what happened, Mr. Cathcart, who is so envious of me all the way to the teacher. I thought I'd blow it up - but even if I gave up, I wanted to check with the teacher himself before asking the teacher.

Then they said, "Eileen is a trusted party member and an important friend, but not a romantic relationship". We did it. We can still go! Though I tried my best to approach it again because I thought, nothing changed the teacher's reaction.

As a faculty member, I provide instruction and advice to students on swordsmanship and adventurer paths, but otherwise my attitude has been clearly conveyed by saying no. He received the handmade cookies with a pulled face, but he refused to invite me to lunch about three times.

... My pride as a beautiful girl I've ever been thistled has turned to wood dust, but honestly, it burned the other way around.

"This is the first time you've ever been more and more interested in the man who treated me like this," or "regret it. I'll definitely let him turn around," of course there's the part where he got mean like a slightly unfortunate beautiful girl in the story.

But more than that, I felt like if I could somehow get him to like me for not showing any interest in the magic of light attributes or in my appearance, he would love the vegetarian me himself wholeheartedly. Whether that's why I lose my magic or get older and less cute.

Yes, he also showed no interest in the magic of my light attributes. Well, he's not a magician. You wouldn't know what's unusual, and you wouldn't be particularly interested...

... No, I'm just interested. We don't have ten people on this continent, do we? It's super rare, isn't it? If you're at all interested, I'd be happy to explain how special or awesome the light attributes are...

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Something's wrong with the teacher. Suddenly it felt like my soul had fallen out. I'm doing my job right for once, but when I said the lack of vibrancy in his face these days... it was like a zombie. So much so that I thought I'd sneak up on some purifying magic.

I didn't seem to be the only one who noticed his anomaly, and the conversation between the girls taking swordsmanship classes was held up on the topic of what had happened to the teacher.

It seems that Liz, who is close to Mr. Rosedale, also asked the teacher and his long-time associate Mr. Rosedale, but she doesn't know the cause at all either, rather she asked me to tell her as soon as she found out.

The conclusion I made among the girls was "perhaps a broken heart," and Ms. Creswell, who seemed very concerned with the teacher and wary internally, was crushing with a serious face: "What can I do to heal the heart of a wounded man..."

... No, you must be the daughter of the prestigious Count. You can't socialize with civilians first, so give up. Isn't that perfect Superman Prince Kyle still more likely for you?

And about a week after the teacher went crazy, I went out to dinner in the mall with my friends, and the chance of a thousand encounters came around. He saw a teacher walking into a liquor store lonely, with such a lifeless face as a dead man.