My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

I began my sword archery and magic polishing training the following day in accordance with the decisions of the meeting.

My parents still looked suspicious at my offer to polish the arms and magic of my sword, but when I strongly argued, "Protect yourself and don't be ashamed of yourself after going to magic school"...

My parents agreed with me with the kind of eyes I gave up on something.

The face was reminiscent of my parents in my previous life and I felt somewhat nostalgic.

And I asked my vain eyed father to tutor me about swordsmanship and magic...

The swordsmanship teacher was quickly found, but few can teach magic and cannot be found immediately, he said.

For that reason, it was decided to borrow a book on magic in the library for the time being to peruse the magic polish.

In the corner of the large garden I turn the first page of the book about the thick magic that opened on my lap.

"Dialogue with the source of your magic is first important to enhance your magic."

In the first place, there was no such thing as magic in my living previous life anyway...

Therefore, I have no idea what the magic of this world is.

It's all from scratch...

Dialogue with your own source of magic...

My magic is dirt. And the magic is so pungent.

And by the way, the magic that I can do today...

about two or three centimeters of ground soil. Is it useful to have this?

Honestly, the game's Catalina only used this "magic that can move the soil on the ground about two or three centimeters boggly".

This "magic that can move the dirt on the ground about two or three centimeters"... it's already long and cumbersome, so short for "dirt bump". Catalina of the game stumbles, stumbles, stumbles...

Well, finally, "dirt bogs" can only do enough to stumble people.

It's really heartfelt magic.

But we can't live with the ruined end we're going to have if we can only use "dirt bogs" like this!

We have to boost our magic at all costs!

But you're talking to the source of magic.

My magic is dirt, so I guess it means having a dialogue with dirt...

Soil and dialogue... Soil and dialogue... Soil and dialogue...

...... yes!!

"Um, ma'am. What the hell are they doing?

My maid, Ann, called out to me as a jerk.

"What, you're cultivating dirt?"

The gardener borrowed the cheeky clothes and wore them. I answer well.

Starting today, we started building fields in the corner of the mansion's large garden.

"Uh, sure, the lady said she was trained to boost her magic, but why is she plowing the soil?

"We're plowing soil and building fields to boost our magic!

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry, but I don't know what that means"

Anne with a strange face looked even more surprised when she answered with a smile.

"Uh, in the book of magic. It said," In order to boost magic, dialogue with the source of your magic is important. "So, when I say the source of my magic, it's dirt! So talk to the soil! And when it comes to soil and dialogue, you will make fields!!

My, maternal home in my previous life was a farmer, so long childhood breaks were often borrowed as a labor force.

And my grandmother used to say, "Building fields means having a dialogue with the soil."

Reminds me of my grandmother's thankful teachings, and in order to interact with the soil, I decided to create a field today.

Of course, I properly checked with the gardener to see if I could build a field in the garden.

(10) Take care of it, borrow your work clothes and be ready to borrow.

It's just that the gardener stared at me with the same eyes as my parents when I told this story.

That's why I work hard to cultivate the fields to strengthen my magic so as to prevent the ruin end.

"... the dialogue with the source of magic, the soil and the dialogue... that's the field... I think something is fundamentally wrong..."

Anyway, Ann still seemed to say something bumpy, but I resumed plowing dirt in my hands.

School, seven years to enrollment. At the very least, we must acquire the magic of becoming gold in order to live, not only "dirt bogs".

Thus, when I am plowing soil with my heart untouched...

Ann, who was bumping all by herself, suddenly screamed like she remembered something.

"... Ha!! Lady, this is not the case if you are plowing fields here!! It's important! The prince... Prince Geold has appeared in your mansion!!

"... yeah... why?

I accidentally dropped the pomegranate I had.

"Why, lady, didn't you mean that you could come again to greet your engagement!!

"... oh, did I?

Oh, shit. I totally forgot.

"Anyway, we can't keep you waiting forever! Let's get back to the mansion and help!

"Oh, yeah!

Even I can't leave in front of a prince in this dirty work outfit.

I tried to get back to the mansion...

The time is almost up...

Prince Geold, who would have been tired of waiting, has been led to the garden by his servants.

But the servants are bewildered by the inability to discover the lady, the target figure.

No way, I didn't think the lady who was supposed to be training in magic polishing was wearing a howl and plowing the field in her work clothes.

What should I do? Sneak back to the mansion once before it breaks, get dressed and get back to the garden with a strange face...

If you're thinking like that...

I had eyes with the least noticeable person.

The person looked terribly surprised at first with his eyes wide open, but next he made an adorable grin and called out to this one.

"Miss Catalina, when I heard you were trained in magic polishing in your garden, I thought I'd take a look at this, what are you doing?

That said, it has an adorable grin on the face of the Third Prince, Master Geold.

If I were you before, I would have had this grin. Well, it was angelic cuteness and love... but now that I realize this Prince Geold is that "FORTUNE LOVER" belly-black Prince Dos, this grin looks like a devil's smile.

Besides, there's no way he's just an adorable prince to be asked "what are you doing" with a smile in his eyes at an apparently strange young lady in a working outfit.

Behold the prince's servants behind us. It's perfectly solidified...

Instead, you must have followed me. My father is so blue-faced, he's going to faint now.

By the way, your mother seems to have already passed out, supported by the servant who was next door.

It wouldn't make any sense to fix it up in a hokari work outfit.

To the solidifying servants, their parents decided not to care any more.

I reopened perfectly.

"Good afternoon, Master Geold, and I apologize for taking you all the way to such a place. This is in dialogue with the soil, which is my source of magic to hone my magic.

"Uh, is it dirt and dialogue?

"Yes, I thought it would be best to build a field in order to interact with the soil, so I was plowing the soil to make a field."

"... to interact with the soil, making fields..."

To my reopened energetic answer, I was smiling until then, Prince Geold leaned down somewhat.

Hi. My shoulders look like they're pulling shivers. Shit, was that some angry statement...

No way, I spit on being deported from the country here before I go into school.

After a while, Prince Geold, who was pulling his shoulders, raised his face.

My face is smiling. Apparently, I'm not angry. I'm relieved.

"Really, cultivating fields for magic polishing is a novel training."

"... Really?"

It's novel, I have no idea about magic, so I can't even try to answer it. Reply ambiguously.

Then suddenly the prince walked out before me.

Prince Geold, who stood before him, offered his hand when he knelt beside me.

"Miss Catalina, last time I spoke to you today, I went on to say a formal greeting about our engagement. I'm sorry to be rude in a place like this, but would you please accept my engagement?

"... uh, ah, yes.

If he accidentally gave his hand to Prince Geold's flowing movements, the Prince pressed his lips against his hand.

It was like a fairy tale scene...

Something like that didn't turn out to be a painting because one piece was more of a cheeky workwear.

I get a proposal from an angelic prince on my knees. I'm sure if this were another noble lady, or Catalina before the return of memory, it would already have been a joy to dance in the sky...

Speaking of which...

They put their mouths on my dirty hands...

Or I shouldn't have said no here "I don't think you deserve a prince in me or something".

Shit! I said "yes" in the stream. Shit, I can't withdraw anymore. What should I do?

Besides, the servants and the prince's entourage are watching me in an atmosphere like "congratulations"...

It feels like the prince's sparkling aura trigger is preventing him from seeing me in working clothes.

Prince, don't be afraid...

Besides, I even applaud your father, who was about to fall earlier. Oh, your mother's still fainting, isn't she?

I don't know, I'm not sure. This is how I officially became the fiancée of Third Prince Geold.

In the meantime, I decided to work harder on my sword and magic training from tomorrow.

Geold Stiart is my name. [M]

I was born into the delicate position of the third prince of this country.

In this country, the next throne could become a king because it is the current king's nomination system...

Honestly, I'm not interested in the next throne or anything at all. I just think it's a hassle.

In the first place, the two brothers are both excellent and encourage each other in swordsmanship and academia as good rivals, so I hope they decide on the throne there.

By the way, I also have a twin brother.

I was born with twins, but I have been raised overprotectively by my mother and nannies because I was weak from birth and tended to be sick there, and I don't spend much time with them.

Even though the Third Prince is in such circumstances, all around him are his brothers and younger brothers, and the presence of Geold is a forgettable presence in the royal palace.

Swordsmanship, academia, and most of the things I could do as soon as I was taught. The tutor praised it as an exaggeration, but so it felt like what. I was also eager to read people's thoughts, so I carried things well if I lined up the right breasts and made a smile.

Like my brothers, I have no goals, and most things can be done without any bitterness.

The days were very, very boring.

I've been bored like that, but I've been in a lot of trouble for six months now.

Two older brothers got engaged. My oldest brother was engaged yet another six months before that, so I guess that affected him.

Well, it felt like you could take one or two of the engagements on your own.

Thought it had nothing to do with me...

"Then turn to the Third Prince," the nobles around suddenly made a scene.

In the Royal Palace, the reputation of the Third Prince Geold in the aristocratic social sphere is good because he has done more or less the same, albeit almost forgotten.

Therefore, the nobles with daughters around the age have brought their fiancée candidates here all the time.

Honestly, it was no bother.

That's when the Duke of Kraes told me, "I'm bringing my daughter to the castle for the first time, so I'd like to ask my daughter to show me the castle."

These things have been common lately.

If you like your own daughter, I guess that means to your fiancée.

In order to be a fairly powerful nobleman, the Duke of Kraes could not refuse to do so, for the time being, he accepted and celebrated the day.

That's how I met Miss Catalina Kraes.

I grew up spoiled. I was an exhausted, high-chronic, stupid courtier. I got stuck and sick of it.

I also thought it was a hassle when I hit my head on my own accord.

Apparently, he cut off his forehead and wet a few needles, and I just thought you deserved that when I heard he might also leave a scratch. Well, I thought I was done seeing each other around the time and going to visit.

It was...

"Lady Catalina Kraes kept the heat up a lot for Lady Gioldo, so I thought you were going to tell her to take responsibility and get engaged because it was the Prince who caused the wound."

To what the servant said...

Well, I thought I had that hand.

Honestly, I was sick and tired of the operation to honor the noble fiancée here.

I wanted to make the right decision, but given the clutter of the aristocratic society, I didn't either.

There are various factions in the aristocratic society.

Each of my oldest and second brothers, close to the throne, is beginning to form factions.

If you get engaged to a noble lady on the faction's side of your eldest brother, Prince Geold will be blamed on his eldest brother's side, and if you do the opposite, your eldest brother's side won't shut up.

In that regard, the Duke of Kraes is, so far, in a neutral position that has not been attached to his eldest brother or to his second brother.

Besides, there is now a fine reason to take responsibility for scratching the lady.

I thought the third prince was going for the throne with the neutral Duke of Kraes on his side - even if he was searched for an unlikely belly, he could shield this reason.

The young lady herself is honestly not a snob, but she didn't seem smart enough, so she could be appropriately decorated.

Thus, I decided to apply to the Duke of Catalina Kraes for an engagement, taking responsibility for the wounds.

That's how I went to pay my respects to the lady that she was feeling better...

"No. Master Geold, don't worry about these scratches. For the most part, I can hide the wounds on my forehead with my forehead, so there's nothing wrong with that."

And for a moment, I lost my word to Miss Catalina, who said it was obvious. What the hell is this girl talking about?

Well, surely the girl is right. The wound itself is not that great... that it would not be there as an aristocratic courtier.

When we first met, it was exactly the spoiled aristocratic lady herself... did the fever hit her in the head...

But it's also troublesome to come here and change your plans to "Well, I won't get engaged" given the future...

I managed to get Miss Catalina, who obviously wasn't listening, to accept the engagement.

Besides, I was also interested in this girl named Catalina Kraes. I wanted to get involved with this girl a little bit more.

And today, I went to greet my engagement again...

Miss Catalina Klaes in the case somehow stood in the corner of the garden dressed as a peasant.

Ask him what he's doing.

"This is a dialogue with the soil, which is my source of magic to hone my magic. I thought it would be best to build a field in order to interact with the soil, so I plowed the soil to make a field."

The girl I told off so well was so funny, I almost burst into laughter.

He leaned down to quench his laughter attack and gave me his face again, and his watery eyes looked straight at me.

I walked over to Miss Catalina and knelt. [M]

"Will you accept my engagement?

"... uh, ah, yes.

Miss Catalina, who appears to have accidentally replied, is disturbing her eyes black-and-white, and is about to have another laugh attack on the condition.

Girl of the same age with slightly raised water colored eyes in brown hair.

For the first time in my life, I have a strong interest in people.

I had a feeling the days would change when I was bored and couldn't help but be surrounded by boring people.