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~

Gladys was kidnapped by Troy.

The sight I saw rushing to rescue me has been shaking my heart all along.

Late that night, after a long day, he finally returned to the Mansion, but he remained invisible.

The girl, who always showed only a bold, bold and powerful face, was stained with too weak blood - if she didn't support it, she would still look like she was falling apart and reached out unexpectedly.

But she shifted on the spot and disappeared. If Tristan-sama said that there was no problem, I'm sure it was, but that's not why I feel restless.

Then my father doesn't break his face, which is much harder.

Uncle Ansel didn't even try to touch his (...) and (...) words... but his inner movements were felt to be in his hands.

"Rufus... Miss Gladys..."

As soon as I closed the living room door and was alone, my father murmured and shut his mouth as if he were still convinced.

I nod silently.

"Why have you been silent? How long have you known? Tristan and Quentin... no, on the contrary, didn't you even know the prince?

"That's...."

My father also regains a little calm to me when I'm stuck in words.

"No, I'm sorry. I understand. I seem a little upset, too. If that's what you want, of course I'm going to give it the highest priority... --After all, not being able to hear sympathy and greetings is really unjust... it's indissoluble..."

My father, who is always hanging around, is also confused. Me, too.

"Yes... it's the least intrusive way to stay out of this."

― Um

Everyone who knows him in his previous life is no exception. Nobody said anything to the (...) teacher's beating.

For the first time, I understood how special Troy was to Gladys in a sense, like sticking my nails directly into the shadow that the teacher kept confining to the bottom of my heart.

The agony of "reincarnation" that drove Troy mad - perhaps as someone with the same darkness.

"What are you trying to hide?

It was my sister Claudia who suddenly opened the door and broke in.

It seems that we are disturbed by the tears of those we respect.

But I can't tell you why.

"It's a confidential business story. You don't have to worry."

My sister, who was always obedient to my father's instructions, did not withdraw this time.

"You've both been strange since Langley's Gladys rescue mission! Your Majesty has laid down a direct order. What the hell happened? He's famous for his insanity, so maybe he's in trouble."

"That's not true. If there is a decree, there is no mention of it."

Claudia still eats.

"I don't understand! It's not worth paying attention to you two, pathetic cowards who can't move in fear with a knife pointed at them!

Her sister seemed to have such a bad impression of Gladys just because of the information that circulated to the public, who acted freely without performing her noble duties.

Witnessing the scene of abduction without resistance further deepened the level of contempt.

That's a misunderstanding, and even if I defend it here, I'll just fall into a worse circle. What the hell is going on?

My sister has a strong sense of justice and is too serious. Encourages rigorous training and always disciplines himself very strongly, asking others for it as a matter of course.

I have been worried about the unfriendly side of the square for a long time, but recently the tendency to be clean has passed due to puberty. I'm worried about the future.

If I hadn't met Professor Zachariah, I would have grown up like this, and I would know my luck again.

That makes my sister look pitiful. This is another possible self.

I wish he could do something about what I was taught by my teacher.

With anxiety, two days after the incident Gladys went to school as usual.

Unlike me, who have few daily contacts, I envy students who are willing to see me.

As far as I can tell, I don't see anything particularly unusual, but I can't really accept it.

I didn't realize it when I was a child, but the teacher is the one who hides his heart.

I had contact with Maximilians in combat instruction classes, but I was concerned about the occasional frustrated look on my face. Is there still something wrong with Gladys?

No, it's probably another reason.

Returning Gladys - If you look carefully, there was something unusual about it. Much more vibrant than before. Even more beautiful than before, it was glowing.

And from time to time, I wonder who those eyes are pointing toward - it would be so painful to just be around.

He seems to be in the same mood as I was a while ago. The task of gradually accepting reality and rebuilding one's mind.

Someday, even when we succeed each other and become equal, there may come a day when we can truly talk.

Even though it has already been shaken completely, I laughed unintentionally because it is a difficult thing to do.

Whether your feelings as an irreplaceable opponent are as a mentor or as a concerned woman - I was slow to give an answer. I realized this was a heartbreak after I was turned down.

To dare to make a proposal without much ambiguity is to be ashamed of being a man now.

I couldn't get Gladys's mind moving...

Since then, as if nothing had happened to each other, face-to-face persists in the relationship between teacher and student attitudes. --I think it's penetrating.

I still feel chest pain now, but if she is calm and able to spend her days without shadowing her feelings, that's fine.

So I couldn't help but make sure.

When I happened to see him in the hallway, I asked him not to become unnatural as a teacher.

A short exchange is fine. If you look up close and hear her voice, you'll see what she really looks like now.

As far as I know, even if there is nothing I can do about it, it is no reason not to do anything.

"Yes, I'm totally done. Thank you for your advice the other day."

Gladys thanked me for asking me how I was feeling, in plain language.

You can't stand or be driven by self-blame, and it's probably against the words you're trying to comfort.

But instead of responding, the look on my face caught my eye.

The stare that had been piled up for a long time gave a clear look after all had been washed away. ----The walls that I had always felt were somehow removed, and I smiled bright as ever.

"- I see."

Answer only one question. At the same time as the slight discomfort, deep relief spread to the chest.

After a long time, I understood that I could finally get back to where I belonged.

If you're truly happy, that's fine. Whatever changes, your gratitude and loyalty will not waver in the future.

Even if it wasn't me who could bring out this smile.

In the end, I was only one of her godsons.

And now, one of the teachers.

But I think I'm still too lonely.

Let's try to be friends with your new life.

--In the end, when I quit my position as a teacher....

At this time, I was distracted by the organization of my feelings, and I didn't notice.

The fact that my pig-rushing troubled child is now setting her on fire to feelings that are impossible to control in a different sense from mine.