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

My name is Ginger Tucker, and I'm a baroness.

Even so, I am not a child of the normal room, but a concubine, so to speak, born between a servant who has no identity whatsoever.

Besides, my father, Baron Tucker, is quite a favorite color and makes women all over there, giving birth to children, lots of them, and I am the twelfth daughter, and honestly, I am what I don't seem to need anymore.

So I should have just been picked up by my mother's house and raised secretly.

In fact, the other children of Baron Tucker are raised in their mother's house, with the exception of the children in the regular room.

In the meantime, I was raised in the Baron Tucker family (its away to be exact) because my mother gave birth to me and died some time later, and because that mother had no family at all.

At last, they simply had no choice but to take it away.

That was how I was to be allowed to live in compassion for the Tucker family's departure, but there was no stranger who would take special care of the daughter of a low-status mistress, who was basically abandoned.

Still, thankfully, they were given both meals and clothing. When I was about the age, I was sent to a neighborhood school.

Like common stories, I was never bullied by a regular room or its children because I was a child of an underprivileged mistress. It was to the extent that if we met by chance, we would be exposed to the gaze we scorned.

For this reason, I spent time alone, without any particular major problems, away from the Baron Tucker family.

And I've been thinking about leaving the mansion to work when I grow up at fifteen years old since I was mindful.

The Tucker family has a lot of tracking sons and beautiful daughters around the age, so it probably doesn't need my presence that doesn't look great, so it just takes me to get out.

He should have told Baron Tucker, who is my father and who is feeding me, that, but he did not reply. Probably forgot.

In the first place, Baron Tucker, for once, took care of the public body and took me... did he have a daughter like that? I guess it felt like it.

I'm not blessed with my appearance, but fortunately, he was only pretty good with his head.

It was a school that I was allowed to attend, always at the top and at a glance from the teachers.

But I couldn't get close to the students attending the same school.

I didn't know how to deal with people because I had spent all my life alone from a young age.

I was slapped in the pussy for having a bad attitude even if I meant to be normal.

For once, he was a baroness' warrant, so he just didn't get bullied big time, but there was a lot of dislike and little harassment.

While those days went on, I began to think that my involvement with these guys would be nothing in particular.

Graduate from school and find a good job at the age of fifteen, an adult, and leave the Tucker family.

Yes, every day, I repeated it in my heart like a spell.

But such a long-standing plan became a bubble of water when it came to welcoming twelve.

I also graduated from school in a few more years, when I began to consider specifically where to work after I was fifteen.

That happened suddenly.

A lot of things prompted me to activate the magic of the wind.

I knew there was a presence of magic in this country, but I thought it was something totally out of touch with me going to civilian schools in the countryside... it was too shocking.

And my life changed dramatically because of this.

First, Baron Tucker came with a full smile and said, "That's my daughter," who didn't even look to me until then, or would have completely forgotten to exist.

As far as I can remember, it was the first time he called me "daughter" and it was something that made me feel terribly complicated.

After that, Baron Tucker started to mind me if I did.

That's enough to exceed the contact time since birth in just a few days.

I skinned such a Baron Tucker, and until then, I was also thieved by servants who were just like the Baron and had no idea what it was like to be me.

And I also decided to move from the familiar away to the main house.

No matter how much I wanted to stay away from being familiar, no one had ears to listen to, and I was forced to pull, "You can't keep a lady here who is the first magic holder of the Tucker family".

Yes, it is. I became the first magic holder at Baron Tucker's house.

Having magic is considered aristocratic status in this country, and unfortunately the Baron Tucker family has never had a magic holder before.

And finally, the magic holder who showed up, it doesn't seem to matter if he's already a child of an underprivileged mistress.

Being completely forgotten, I rode up to a candidate for trace all at once.

Thus did my serene life come to an end.

The school I was attending was forced to stop, and I was tutored just like the children of my real wife.

To enroll in the School of Magic at the age of fifteen.

That's how Baron Tucker and his servants became flattered, but vice versa, they became furiously hated by their real wives and their children.

That would also be true, because until now, the child of the concubine, who was despising the presence of about a stone falling in the garden, suddenly squeezed out.

There were also the baron's eyes, and there was no such thing as just being able to raise his hand, but hatefully, the minor harassment lasted long before he was admitted to the School of Magic.

And a few years after magic became available, I enrolled in the School of Magic.

I was the one who enrolled in school with excessive expectations from the Tucker family... but came here and found out that my magic was quite weak.

No, I didn't realize it the first time.

The Tuckers were in the country, and there was not a single person in the Baron's house who had magic nearby in such a low-status house.

Still, I was aware of the late age of magic activation and the fact that my magic powers were much weaker from the literature on magic.

However, when I actually enrolled in the School of Magic and saw the magic of the other noble sons, the ladies, I realized once again that my magic was so stunning that I called it magic.

When I realized that, I no longer wanted to go back more to the Tucker family, which I just didn't want to go back to.

Baron Tucker told the first magic holder out of the house that it would be a peak, and I would make him my son-in-law's daughter take the trail... but honestly, if I came from a house that produces a few magic holders in a bit of an advanced aristocracy, I must be laughed at in the nose with a concubine daughter who just has this slight magic.

The Tuckers, the low-status barons, are, so to speak, rural people's ignorance.

I owe you so much for feeding me, and when I got to work, I was going to give back what it cost me to take care of you.

But I never thought I'd want to be in the Tucker family for a long time.

I didn't particularly dislike it, but it wasn't a comfortable place.

So I looked for a way not to have to go back home.

I found a way to be recognized by the barons even when I didn't have to go home... and I found it.

It was an induction into the Ministry of Magic. It is the highest organization in the country and a rewarding one.

If I were to let you in here, the Tuckers would be delighted, and I would never tell you to quit and come home.

The Ministry of Magic has taken many highly magical people, but it also employs some of its best performers as research positions, even if they have little magic.

I have little magic, I just have to aim there.

Having been told by teachers from a young age that I was excellent, I was fortunate enough to be in the outstanding category in this School of Magic as well.

He topped the first academic test, and as a result was chosen as a member of the Student Council, which has less magic but is a longing for the school.

The student council of the School of Magic is the longing of all students.

The Tucker family, who had the news, received a letter of joy that was too thick, and received praise from the teacher.

It is a great honor to me that I am only a former baroness in the country.

But on the contrary, it also led to a lot of jealousy.

Most of those who possess magic in the first place are aristocrats, and the more noble they are, the more numerous they are.

Therefore many of the students in this school of magic are of considerable stature.

At present, the trend is particularly strong, and in the last school year, there are even people who would not have been seen if they had lived normally with a son, such as a Duke's wife, headed by a royal family.

In that, if the daughter of the baron of the countryside were to be elected to the student council, which is the longing of all students, I know very well that the other students would not be amused.

The jealousy of unelected students is more swollen, especially as many senior students at this year's student council won't stop admiring the twin princes at the head.

If it's just about identity, some seniors are named Maria Campbell, a civilian magic holder who hasn't existed in school for a long time... she's only a handful of light magic holders in the country and her magic power is at the top of the class.

In exchange for that, being a country baroness of almost no different status from a civilian, I am not particularly uncommon or windy magic, which is also only slight.

The only token is academia......

I might have been a little better if I had a more loving personality... I don't know what to say myself, but it's twisted there and I can't even get that letter of affection out.

Hence even though he is terribly jealous, he is so hated all over the school that he "is a loathsome guy who stayed tall to you with low status and little magic".

Honestly, this situation doesn't make me feel good, but I still can't help it.

Originally, no one liked me since I was at the Tucker family, and even the school I went to was full of pussies, and there was a lot of little harassment.

Somewhat, the situation hasn't changed significantly as much as the harassment has intensified.

All you have to do is work hard for two years, get good grades, and get a job at the Ministry of Magic.

All I have to do is work on my own, as I have done before. After a few weeks of enrollment in the School of Magic, I decided so. It was supposed to......

"Hey, Ginger, you want this treat too? It's delicious."

"No, I'm fine because I haven't finished my job yet"

"Well, I'll keep it here then."

That said, she grinned and left a treat stuck on a clean wrapping paper on her desk.

I've never seen her look disgusted by my response, which often frowned upon me for her unscrupulous attitude from people. On the contrary, he talks to me with a smile no matter how sinister he returns it. That's not surprising.

A few months have passed since I enrolled in the School of Magic and was selected as a member of the Student Council to work in this way.

Thanks to this, I'm getting used to work a lot more... but I also keep things from expecting.

In the first place, from the time I got badly jealous and harassed from around me for enrolling here and being elected to the student council, I should have decided to work hard on my own.

Anyway, I didn't think anyone would get involved with me but harass me.

Yet...... many of my classmates, both pride and stature, were chosen for the student council together, and I could see how they wanted to smoke about me...... all those who are upper class student council members were so casual and friendly that they did not match that status.

Dear Geold, who is royal, even Alan treats me as an equal without showing the kind of attitude he sees below.

And among those, especially friendly - is the Duke of Catalina Klaes warrant.

Make me the only daughter of the Duke of Kraes painting, Prince Geold's fiancée.

In that capacity, being the highest peak of the country, she is entering and leaving the Student Council room every day, completely blended into the membership but not actually a member of the Student Council.

In the strong hope of the members who are upperclassmates, they are in the Student Council room, where general students are prohibited from entering

They are allowed to enter specially.

Dear Catalina, called 'The Virgin of Mercy' and others in the school, when I just joined the student council too, I was made a little thrilled by that friendly, gentle smile.

But I noticed it a while back.

Catalina Kraes is - to the fact that she's just a weirdo idiot......

The motivation in the first place was repeated harassment and dislike when I was strolling around the school looking for noisy and quiet places around me.

On the outskirts of a school that few people would visit by chance, I encountered Miss Catalina, dressed in work clothes that peasants would wear and doing field work with pleasure.

So much to my surprise that I thought it was an illusion at first. It's completely solidified.

The woman who worked with Miss Catalina looked "gone"... but the Catalina lady, for example, came by me with an unchanged smile.

"I can't believe I took this. Try it."

And I've been offering the vegetables exactly what I would have just taken.

My thoughts didn't work so well to my surprise, I was at the receiving end of it as I was told.

"... yummy"

I was leaking it unexpectedly. It was me, living almost unchanged from the civilian population, but I had never imitated every peasant like this, and it was the first time I had ever spoken of freshly ginger vegetables. The luminosity was exceptional.

"Hehe, it would be"

Miss Catalina laughed at herself very well with her face like a little child.

In the wake of this event, Miss Catalina has become even more friendly to me and more frequent in speaking to me...

When it came to me, my image had been paid off and the way I saw it had changed.

That's how they didn't get their opinions around them, and if they observed it calmly, they could realize that a person named Miss Catalina Kraes was just a weirdo idiot.

In the first place, I feel very good because I am immersed in a student council, but her grades are too average, and some subjects are too much of a falling point.

Anyway, I'm worried about a problem that even my junior classmates can understand.

Besides, you've asked me that, so I have no choice but to explain...

"Wow - that's the chairman of the year, that's amazing. Thanks"

and returned it.

Normally, even though pride seemed to interfere there, she didn't seem to be equipped with such pride.

Besides, magic is almost as low as mine... to be honest, she was a courtier that nothing excelled in particular but her status as a duke's warrant.

You know, merciful in the first place, something that you can't even separate into the less identical... you probably just don't think about it.

All the praiseworthy gestures of relaxing standing and acting like a spiritual person are nothing but illusions created at will around them.

So when I get involved with Catalina Kraes, I try to distance myself from her when I do it for some reason.

I hate fools in the first place.

Because I've had so many disgusting feelings about those idiots trying to discredit people who can because they can't.

(Well, I know Catalina Kraes is not one of those people...)

So I'm not going to get along with Catalina Kraes.

But "Ginger, I'll eat this." "Ginger, take a look at this."

For some reason Miss Catalina comes to me with Nico.

I'm not even going to chirp on her like the rest of us, but I'm rather supposed to be getting rid of it. Why. I have no idea.

"No, I'm sure it doesn't feel that way, but I've heard a lot about you."

That's how Frey, a member of the Student Council as well in the same grade, grinned.

Unlike me, she is also highly magical and the house is a perfect aristocratic ordinance called the Marquis.

Except she doesn't harass me jealously or ignore me like all the other ladies.

Instead, he talks aggressively.

And he says, "I'm not bored with you, and it's funny," etc.

I was born with this "boring," "rash," etc. but I was never told "interesting," etc. etc... I'm not sure what noble aristocrats think.

That's how this classmate named Frey is the only one I have a decent conversation with, but it was the above words that she answered to my question, "Why does Miss Catalina actively talk to me?"

But...

"I'm not going to do anything."

Unlike other student council members in the first place, I don't like Catalina or anything, but I can just add and subtract from that idiocy.

I'm going to stand there because I'm a senior for once...

to me explaining such a thing. Frey said,

"Ha, you're totally unconscious"

and I have returned a reply that I am not sure. What does that mean?

In the end, after that, I kept talking to Frey and I never got an answer.

There was something I didn't understand in class that day, so I visited the teacher and headed to the student council room, so I arrived later than usual.

Then some of my classmates, who are members of the same student council, seemed to be following me first, and I heard a talk from inside.

"What if it's that attitude! You're angry, Ginger Tucker."

"Really! I wonder what you're up to."

"Just a little smart. Follow me."

I didn't think, I grabbed the hand I tried to put on the door. Says this is a scene I shouldn't be in.

I'm used to this kind of thing because my attitude seems to make everyone uncomfortable.

This is often the case, especially since there is also a strong jealousy about student union admission, which has not been very strong since entering this school.

I also noticed that the other student council members didn't think me funny.

So there's no choice. Let's free up some time before we go in, that's when I thought about it.

"I don't think Ginger's following anything else."

You've been there since the beginning, and a sudden third-party voice wore their fury.

"Ka, Master Catalina, are you there!

To his surprised voice, it was found out that the girlfriends inside had not noticed Catalina's presence either.

They seemed badly upset by the sudden advent of Catalina, who had said badly about me until then, but still one courtier opened her mouth again.

"Catalina is too kind. My attitude towards Catalina is generally too bad when I come with Mr. Tucker. Isn't Catalina angry inside, too?

I was unexpectedly thrilled by this lady's question.

That's what I've always thought myself. Catalina treats me with that attitude unchanged at all, but inside I wonder if I'm as angry as they are......

Well, even so, that's natural, and then it's supposed to be a pleasure because you'll grab your love and walk away from me in time... for some reason, I got the feeling.

I stood still in front of the door and waited for Catalina's answer.

Then,

"What kind of attitude is that?

What I heard was a loose voice in between.

"Huh! That attitude that Catalina is bothering to speak up to, but that makes her unholy..."

To the ladies who gave a surprise voice,

"Oh sure, it doesn't sound a bit like a response... but I've never been offended... but rather that kid is so kind and sweet"

……

Catalina goes on further to the ladies who are probably out of line.

"You guys should try talking more. I do have a bit of a twinge, but he's actually a good kid to take care of. Sometimes it's so delicate and cute, so to speak, it's tundra."

"... tundele?

Recitalizing the mysterious words, the ladies completely seem to have lost their words.

I kind of got my face so hot that I tried to leave in front of the door to cool it down outside. Then, somehow, there was Frey next door.

Apparently, she came to work at the student council, too.

"Heh heh, ginger makes me look bright red."

That's what Frey has said with a frivolous smile about where he heard and watched from.

"... because it was a little hot coming from the outside"

somewhere excused. Returning that to the wind,

"Yes, but my face is broken with my usual harsh expression, and I'm smiling."

That's what they said when I shrugged, and I accidentally suppressed my face.

"... it's my fault!

I just left the place to throw up.

I'm kind and sweet, cute... what the hell is that stupid warrant lady talking about... I really don't know what that person named Catalina means.

I made my way through the school courtyard on a fast foot. I didn't have a particular purpose, but I couldn't stand still.

That's how you go around the garden senseless.

"You're really gonna hate this, that woman"

"You're not that smart and you have little magic, you're just being thieved by your identity"

"You're right, that woman, Lady Geold, doesn't fit at all."

"Dear Mr. Geold, and all the students' unions, I wish I could quickly look away and throw away stupid women like that!

I could hear a few of the ladies talking that way in a harsh tone.

And I also knew from its content who it was a bad word to refer to.

Much to admire her for, but I had heard she was badly jealous from some of the courtiers and others because she was the fiancée of the perfect prince, Lady Geold, and because other good student council members liked her, but I had never actually come across a scene that was so badly said.

I unwittingly stopped and asked them from behind.

"I have no choice but to be blind."

Their words and actions also got worse from the lack of people around them.

"Just like that, woman. I wish I'd just disappeared!

"Exactly!

Something starts happening in me about what they say.

Sure enough, Catalina Kraes is an idiot and a freak with no magic whatsoever.

But... it's not just the presence of these ladies. Not to mention he's not the kind of person they say he is.

"Ki, what?!" "What the hell!!

Suddenly, the tidy hair and dress of the ladies will be messed up by the breeze that blew.

Having lowered my drinks to how they panicked, I leave the spot unnoticed softly.

Basically in school, it's forbidden to use magic in private matters, so it's not good to find it.

But after a short walk, Frey, apparently following me, once again it stood with a slight grin.

"I knew Ginger loved Catalina too"

And when I said that, I laughed again, and I stared at Frey with all my strength.

"Look, Ginger, this is delicious, too. I've been working on it for a long time, so let's take a break and eat."

That's what I, Catalina, the fiancée of Gioldo Stiato, said and offered Nico and confectionery to Ginger Tucker, a student council member a year later.

Then Ginger, who normally returns "I'll be fine later, so keep it there," etc. in a way that doesn't sound right for me, today.

"Thank you"

and honestly received confectionery.

Observing unexpectedly and unnoticed, I found that Ginger's lips were always slightly lifted without expression.

Besides, the cheeks are a little red if you look closely.

Seeing that, I didn't think I'd be able to sigh again.

Ginger Tucker, a year down, she's low in magic, but that academic achievement has been described as top notch in recent decades, and many organizations have already said they want her after school.

She always had a lonely vibe somewhere and a stance that she wasn't as close to anyone... finally fell into Catalina... no, she seemed to be dropped

At the beginning of his membership of the Student Council, Ginger did not seem to have as good an impression on Catalina.

So I wasn't particularly close to Catalina...

At one point, Catalina's secret (who doesn't consider herself to be much of a secret, but around her, she hid it in her honor, the Duke's Lady, for once) spreading a field on her in the school brought the two of them close to each other suddenly.

Rather than, Catalina single-handedly nostalgic for Ginger.

Everything seemed delightful because they ate the crops they had in the field.

Ginger seemed a lot bewildered by Catalina, an upper classmate I suddenly nostalgic for.

Still, I guess it's an honest, people-friendly personality, he was dealing with Catalina properly, albeit slightly less so. Catalina even missed Ginger like that.

And I also felt that Ginger's attitude was softening to such Catalina little by little.

But...... Seeing how it is today, it seems that Ginger was finally completely plunged into Catalina too.

My fiancée, Catalina, is a completely unconscious person. [M]

This one looks away a little and immediately puts people in. It doesn't matter if you're young or old.

I want her to keep getting more and more Catalina followers at that rate ever since I got engaged at eight, and I want her to be a little smug while I give up if I can't help it anymore.

I don't want anyone with any more power in particular. There are just too many competitors.

If Ginger Tucker, who can do all that work, were taken in by the forces of Mary, the leader in trying to tear Catalina apart from me, it would be quite troublesome again.

I sigh deeply and uncomfortably at the increase in new concerns.

And if she looked at her fiancée, the culprit, she was smiling as much fun as usual.

My troubles are not going to run out. [M]