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

"You really are a wonderful Lady of Klaez. The other students call her the Virgin, and many admire her."

Ladies' Tea Party to be held on the first of the month.

That's what the lady, whose child is attending the School of Magic, just like me, told me, and the first thing I thought was that I would hear it wrong.

But again, even when I asked back, I still got the same answer...

I must have settled on the conclusion that someone would be mistaken for another person.

Because we only have one daughter.

And the daughter is such a problem child that I wonder why she has grown up like this already.

Even though she is a nobleman, she is a daughter who can't help but climb a tree with her dress on, plow the fields with her holly clothes on, and pick up and eat the food that is falling into the garden.

If this is what they say there are problem kids like monkeys in school, it's definitely about my daughter...

There is no reason why a lady called the Virgin is our daughter.

But...

"Um, isn't someone mistaken for another warrant lady?

"No. You can't be wrong about Master Catalina Kraes. As a matter of fact, my daughter is in Catalina's hobby."

"... Oh, is there such a thing as a hobby?

"Yes, it seems to be an unauthorized thing, but it seems there are a lot of people in it."

To my great surprise, I'm about to harden with my mouth open with a poker.

No way, that can't be!

Why is it such a hobby for my daughter!? What am I supposed to love about such a monkey daughter!?

Could it be wrong with Keith...

My real daughter is very sorry, but Keith, my stepson, was growing up to be a very brilliant and wonderful son, even as he caught the eye of his parents.

I think so, and I confirm it over and over again... but apparently, definitely, it turns out to be about my daughter, Catalina.

Nevertheless, all the stories I hear about my daughter from others that that way don't tie me to the daughter I know how.

Do you love plants? No, I do climb trees a lot, and I take the nuts around and eat them...

Animals like you? No, dogs often bark at me and sometimes chase me... they don't look very liked...

I really couldn't believe I was talking about my own daughter...

... Maybe that helpless part I know is only my daughter's provisional appearance, and is she really a fine, Virgin like a courtier to listen to?

Conveniently, my daughter is home on a schedule, school vacation.

When I left, I made up my mind to visit the truth.

"Give it to me, give it to me."

At the end of the Lady's party and back at the mansion, her daughter, wearing a howl and mud on her face, was gently plowing her own fields with a mysterious hanging voice.

Look at that...

After all, I concluded that the story at the Lady's Club was definitely a mistake.

'The truth is, maybe there's a splendid, nice part of it that I was talking about,' and the thought of just a little heads over quickly vanishes.

"Give it to me, give it to me."

A distracting, mysterious hanging voice of my daughter echoes in the garden of the righteous Kraes family.

Listening to that hanging, I felt kind of tired in vain, and I walked into the mansion early.

I wouldn't even tell you to be a nice young lady like the Virgin who came out of that story... but at least I want you to be a little more decent.

I went back to my room and took a deep deep sigh.

I then cautioned my daughter, who had returned from the field to the mansion, to stop that weird hanging voice...

The next day, in the garden where the Kraes family had their origins, the hanging voice was echoing again: "Come on!".

"Today, that girl again..."

When I give my husband in the bedroom the stupidity of my daughter, who is already getting used to it.

"Well, you can be fine"

Returned with a smile as usual.

My husband, Luigi Kraes, has a good face, good personality, can work, he's a really great person, but he only has one flaw. That's where it's too sweet for my daughter.

Anyway, I love my daughter. He generally smiles bitterly and forgives Catalina for whatever problems she has.

But I need to take a good look at my daughter and let her know what's going on.

"It's not such a cute thing to be healthy...... generally, that kid is so intense in his assumptions, he runs right through it as soon as he thinks of it...... he really doesn't even see around him...... I wonder who he looks like at all and it turns out that way"

That said, when I sighed loudly, my husband said something and I was looking at this one.

"What is it?

"... no, it's nothing"

Even then, I spilled my stupidity about my daughter on my husband for a while.

I really don't know who I've become so much like...

With that in mind, beside me in my sleep, the words my husband whispered never got to my ear, fortunately.

"Catalina has a lot of similarities to you, not only in her appearance..."