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

My daughter Catalina, who was the biggest headache seed of Miridiana Kraes, entered the School of Magic this spring and left the Mansion, made our home very peaceful.

In the past few years, the vertical wrinkles that were being carved between my eyebrows were also returning.

I didn't get any particular calls or attention from the school that sent out the daughter of the child in question, and, well, I was just wondering if that girl was making a little bit of an adult at the school, too.

And my daughter, who is back on her summer vacation, as always, wears a hoist, plows fields, throws mysterious toys desperately, and I'm not sure again...... well, if you're going to make me adult at school, the oddity in the house will keep a little eye on you.

But that my thoughts were... utterly sweet... I was now heartfelt, reminded...

The Ladies' Guild, which brings together the Ladies of Aristocracy, meets regularly once a month at a pace.

Today is a tea party day that month.

With so many upstream aristocratic ladies gathered here, there are also several people whose children are in the School of Magic, and now they are back at home on a dispatch, summer vacation.

For that reason, it was also a natural flow that the matter of the child and the School of Magic came to the fore.

I listened to the school stories the ladies said they had heard from their children and spoke with the potpouts about the stories I had heard from them.

That's how I... heard the rumor.

"My daughter tells me there's a rumor going around that there's someone in the magic school who's building a field."

"Well, what is a field... you know, a field made by a peasant?

"It seems so. They're talking about school students making it, too."

"Well."

Next to the other ladies who come to a surprise - I desperately hide my inner agitation and make the same surprised look.

"... but most of the students in the school are noble nobles, but I don't think you are."

"That's right, too, isn't it? Someone must have made a joke about it."

"I'm sure you are."

"And that's a really funny story, isn't it?"

I smile 'It's true,' too, in line with the ladies laughing at me for saying so.

There was a cold sweat on my back...

There can't be anyone who makes fields or anything like a peasant in a school where all noble children attend...

That's exactly the kind of joke that makes the ladies laugh...

But... no, the fields that have been eroding the gardens of the Kraes with jitters... and my daughter who plows them with a pair of fun...

I can't believe I'm making a big deal out of you at school... it was a big mistake to have a sweet idea...

Remember when you leave...

I held my fist hard under the table.