The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being Born a Third Time as a Duke's Daughter~

The opportunity to observe Gladys again, who had been far away, came at his father's funeral.

The figure was growing more and more like Grace. But the impression was completely different.

Grace was a man who cared nothing about others. Loved or hated, it doesn't matter at all, and I don't care. I only lived for myself in a world where I was alone.

In contrast, Gladys, who was in front of her, was visibly exhausted. I lost my grandfather who loved me....

The three knights of Tristan, Julius, and Maximilian were loved, loved, and fulfilled by their families.

I felt that Grace's curse had been lifted.

Grace no longer overlapped with Gladys laughing relentlessly at Tristan's arm after the Ali monster disturbances. In that scenario of nose shouting, I felt a threat in another sense to my father and daughter who laughed at each other.

Then about a year later.

I found Gladys in the venue where I came back from work after I had finished my errand. He is dancing with Maximilian, Lancelot's son, who became his brother-in-law.

Anyway, he's a prominent sister and brother. Not only do you see it, but the air is already different.

Maximilians only have Tristan's brilliant education, and they can't fly in that generation. That's stronger than Ernest. Ernest doesn't have a lot of people around him, so it's going to be a good exciting material.

I searched for my son and unexpectedly raised my eyebrows. How I was walking towards Gladys.

A single assault on Gladys, who broke up with Maximilian and was resting alone in his chair.

He had something to think of Gladys at his father's funeral. I hope nothing happens.

I was watching from afar with maximum sensitivity, but the conversation stopped well. The niece seems surprisingly nostalgic, contrary to her aggressive appearance. No, but people are very bad. He's trying to stir up Ernest by emphasizing his strong brother's presence.... you're thinking the same thing as me.

But it didn't end peacefully. It's a break-in of a troubled child at home.

Tilda's rivalry with Gladys is unusual. With that fuel, you've lost so much weight, so it's a big obsession. The height of pride and personality remain the same.

Ah, this is a mess. Troublesome ~.

Actors are different in the first place. What do you mean, you can afford that? You really are a 13-14 girl. The one from Tilda, it's lightly decorated. Well, if Ernest was next door, my stupid daughter would be able to keep it down even if she went on a strenuous run.

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What the hell? Did Gladys move into defense before Tilda moved? Even though your movements are at the level of ordinary people, your crisis detection capabilities are higher than mine. You're as fast as Tristan. Seriously? You're not a knight or a magician. Besides, he's got a lot of control over the juice so that it goes into the dress. Eggs.

Oh, it was me again. Just before Tilda showed the signs of magic activation, she went into restraint. What the hell is going on?

I used to secretly think Tristan was an unconscious prophet, but apparently so was my daughter. Besides, are we aware of ants? Besides, my personality is terrible. Tilda's totally on top of her palm.

Hey, Tilda... my daughter, what an idiot. You didn't get away with that. They let me go on purpose. Ah, such a proud face... The Maximilians are watching you. Look, the best time to get in the way and finish. Exactly hell from heaven.

I felt an unexpected sigh. I thought Gladys was just as intuitive as Tristan, but it's all hard to calculate. Seriously, yeah. What about the Langley bastards who love them like princesses? It's not a tomato.

And this feeling of pre-vision that I've just felt. Once upon a time, I saw the same sight many times in school.

Rough treatments for troubled children out of reach. The opponent's personality, abilities, and behavioral patterns are all read through.

There was a person who flirted lightly with people who did not have any fighting ability and could not go with a single rope.

Gladys isn't just messing around for nothing. Tilda's complacency, which was remembered for her magical talent, completely collapsed. intentionally. Just like you said, you don't need magic or force to make a decision.

If there were no hands or feet on the (...) children of the same generation of (...) women, Tilda would have wondered how much of her confidence was based on the sand cabinet. Along with the diet, I'm sure you'll learn how to sharpen your weapons from now on.

Nevertheless, I certified a totally unbelievable opponent. I definitely don't want to fight.

I finally figured out why my father loved Gladys so much. What is it, the (...) person (...) is my niece or some punishment game. I'm not as nervous as Tristan. I really don't want to get involved.

Yeah, Tristan had a hunch about this and hastened to marry Grace. At his funeral, he always had a cool face. You had this hunch. It wasn't refreshing, but I was convinced. I don't blame Grace for choosing a mentor. Maybe I will, too.

Ernest. Don't fall in love even if you're wrong. Life is going to be tough. He's older than my father. Don't be a second dancer, okay? Even so, it's too late... Men in the Ingram family love strong women. What if you come to my wife by mistake? I can't hold my stomach.

Gladys and I met unexpectedly when we left. You knew what I was looking at here from the beginning. Even if you throw such a full smile, you can only return a subtle face.

I've been bad at you for a long time. I don't like it and I respect it, but I couldn't read it. I don't know what you think better than Tristan if you suck. I even wondered if you really had feelings. I thought it was strange to be told that all the depressing high tension in front of me was an act. Why didn't you see them all? There weren't any of them, including my father.

But you're a little different now. Even transcendent people like you have a lot to live for. Now you look human. You're going to start a normal life again.

I'm sure my father kept on wanting that. Well, it's troublesome, but I'll help you as much as I can. I'm used to getting involved.

Besides, I'm still your uncle.