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

Until a few years ago, I was a lonely child. I was born as my only daughter in a wealthy aristocratic house and grew up with enough love from my parents, so it was a very privileged environment… but it was a childhood when I had no choice but to avoid contact with others as much as possible because of the magic I was born with.

My magic power was said to be as much as 100x or 1000x that of an ordinary person, and it was no longer a level that could only be called "immeasurable". Using the magic measuring instruments of ancient civilization in Wang Du did not seem to be able to give precise figures.

From around the age of two onwards, the phenomenon of magic overflowing from my body swirling around my body became more frequent with strong winds and shockwaves.

Although I was still glad because the attributes with the highest fit were "wind," if it were "fire" or "thunder," our mansion might have already burned out.

So I was always in a large, unfurnished room and had to spend time alone. My parents were heartbroken to say "it's like they're abusing me," but as a child I was convinced that "it's still better to spend time alone if it's enough to hurt other people or destroy something important".

And there were other things that made me different from others. It was that "magic" was visible.

"Magic power" is what dwells in all life, and it is assumed that only human beings who can "recognize" the magic powers that flow within their own bodies possess qualities as magicians.

In my case, in addition to being able to "recognize" my magic, the magic itself is visible in an aura-like way. My magic, the magic of others. And you can also see the attribute fit of magic by the color of its aura.

By the way, my own magic is a color that is almost black with dullness and cloudiness. It looks dark brown, and it looks dark grey. To be honest with myself, I think it's a "dirty color". Because of its very high suitability for all attributes, it looks like the colors representing all attributes are mixed.

Leave out a little talk about seeing magic... After I was five, I learned a little bit about how to control the magic that flows through my body.

No one told me, but anyway, I was desperate to contain the phenomenon of magic overflowing outside my body and as I tried everything, I could control it a little bit.

At the age of six, strong winds and shockwave vortexes no longer occur. My parents and servants were so happy that they stood me up more and more trying to fill the void I had ever had. But honestly, it was annoying for me.

Of course, I was purely glad everyone would mind. I felt valued, loved. But at the time, I was still desperate to contain magic so that it didn't zero out of my body, and I was always worried that it would inadvertently overflow and hurt my opponent when I was with someone.

And I didn't tell anyone that my body was under considerable strain because I was trying to forcibly contain too much magic.

Until now, strong winds and shock waves swirling outside the body felt like they were swirling abruptly in the body, plagued by symptoms of sudden severe pain running all over the body many times a day.

I didn't want to worry you around, so when I had a seizure, I ran into the back of the garden and the beach where no people were and tried to put up with it by myself.

That's how fate met me. I will not forget, the day after my seventh birthday, he came to me, who was also suffering from sudden and intense pain in an unseen place behind the mansion's garden that day.

"Hey, you okay? It looks very spicy."

"... What, who?

My first impression was what a beautiful Aura person he is. Clear, transparent, water-colored magic.

It wasn't until quite some time after I met him that I understood that it was a pure water attribute (that is, a color that came out because no attribute other than the water attribute had any compatibility) and the magic itself was not strong either.

"!!... I'm Alan. And you?"

"... Sylvia"

He looked in my face and somehow opened his eyes and solidified for a while before introducing himself to me, Alan. He told me later, but I'm glad he seemed to fall in love with me at first sight at this time.

"Um... are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?

"... yeah, it hurts. But it'll heal in a while."

I never told him how "painful" it was before, but somehow I could honestly tell him it was "painful".

I guess I didn't get the feeling that I shouldn't "worry" because they were kids my age I didn't know, not family members or face-to-face servants.

He sat next to me weeping with so much pain and rubbed my back in silence until the pain healed. I had to tell him, "Go somewhere because it would be dangerous if you were next to me," but I couldn't say until the end that I was very comfortable with him being with me.

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Since that day he has come to the mansion frequently. Expecting him to come too, I always started waiting for him in my free time where I met him. One of these days we decided to meet and we started spending time together on a regular basis.

After a while, I found out that he was actually the eldest son of the neighboring Duke of Rosedale family. When I first met him, he was playing with a unique breath warrant living in a mansion called "Exploring the Garden of Home," and he stumbled upon a beast path that leads here and seems to have broken into Reinhardt's mansion before he even knew it.

She noticed that she had probably entered the Reinhardt family grounds without permission since she got back, but even then he couldn't contain his desire to see me, and it seemed like he was coming to see me frequently ready to be pissed off if he found out.

And I was only able to tell him about my magic powers, my symptoms, etc. without covering them up. I was rested and saved enough just for him to listen to me, but how dare he listen carefully to me and diligently find out how to cure my symptoms.

A few months later, he came to the conclusion that it was simple, "You shouldn't just accumulate. Let's dissipate." He suggested to me, "I'll keep watching you far away, so stop suppressing magic into your body and let it drip out of your body, consciously and little by little, on the contrary".

And his predictions were brilliant, and I drained my magic consciously in a place without people, eliminating the sudden occurrence of strong winds and shockwaves, or the sigging of that energy into my body and suffering from severe pain.

By the way, even though he himself hadn't been able to recognize his magic yet, he seemed to have read many related books struggling for me and put his imagination in full swing and figured out a way. Seven year old, right? Isn't that amazing? Isn't that nice? It's God, isn't it?

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Then, no, I'm sure from before, but all I could think about was him. I have been able to control my magic power, which is not even in my body's growth, without any problems, I have learned more and more magic, and I have been noticed by a lot of people, but I have had no interest in being noticed by anyone but him.

When I was nine years old, the story surfaced of my engagement to the first prince of this country, but of course I refused.

My parents insisted on seeing me once because I'm a very nice person, so I talked to Alan and he said, "Actually, the magic control is still incomplete, and there are rarely more intense shock waves than before. I feel uneasy, especially when I'm meeting places I'm unfamiliar with or people I don't know," he instructed me to tell him exactly, and he gave me up altogether. That's Alan.

Not only has there been less talk of engagement since I told my parents about it, but there have been invitations for tea parties, etc., and it has been more peaceful for me, but the problem was with Alan. A man of the Duke of Rosedale family, impeccable in appearance and character, he seemed to gain considerable popularity among aristocratic warrants of his age.

As I have found out since I became close to him, I was very jealous and of a strong appetite for exclusivity.

That's all I felt so sad to see Alan talking to other girls at the occasional tea party and so on, and when Alan first heard about the engagement coming in, I almost lost my mind.

When I was twelve years old and almost all the advanced magic of the attributes, as well as some of the finest magic of the attributes, I was no longer able to use the excuse that "there is still incomplete control of magic". So now my engagement story with the second prince has surfaced.

And Alan also had more than one specific engagement story coming in, especially the rumor that one of the candidates, a Marquis housemaid, was turning up quite a bit of heat on Alan. So we decided to take action. It's about getting permission from both parents to socialize.

I asked Alan to cry from me. "I can't stand any more engagement stories coming in on Alan. Honestly, I'm afraid I'm still going to be harmless to the rumored marquis".

Alan, who understands my personality well, said, "I should have moved faster. I'm sorry," he didn't just say to me gently, but he immediately began to prepare me to greet both houses.

Understanding my depth of jealousy, while accepting it, Alan doesn't even try to hide it because it's going to be a hassle, and he always speaks honestly. Really, it doesn't matter how much you thank me enough.

Sometimes I get sad thinking, "Maybe he's just unable to move because he's afraid of the kind of bucket of power I have," or pity him for being caught by a dull black character kid like me.

But even if that's the case, I can't let him go. I can't live without him anymore.

So at the very least, I'll do whatever he wants so he can think he's happy to be with me, and I'm going to get whatever he wants.

- Because I'm sure that's why I have this magic.