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~

"You're the best student I've ever painted."

Born into the prestige of the magician, I grew up to meet the expectations of my family, smoothly honed my career without failing to say this, and became the leader of the magician delegation in the shortest course, but when I was a student, Professor Zachariah once praised me like that.

Indeed, at that time, I recognized myself as both literary and martial arts in Balfour School, both academically and as a magic teacher, but it was only conveyed that the teacher's words were never praised.

But when I asked him what it meant, he didn't give me an answer. Even now, I don't understand. That's why the truth remained unknown.

The first difficulty I encountered in my life was raising a child, especially for me, who had no experience of saying that it would do anything before.

The legacy of longing is a child who speaks a strange language, often without understanding what he or she is thinking.

It is rarely described in books and so on - it was a reincarnated person. It also seemed unlikely to belong to this world.

The person seems to be hiding it, so I tried to raise it as a normal child without touching it as much as possible, but it was still difficult and often confusing. Although intelligent, his obsession with the pre-rebirth world seemed too strong.

Especially when I was young, there was something frightening about my inclination to the discipline of magic. He is always thinking of managing to return to the previous world.

They admired me and Guinevere as their parents, but they always felt like they couldn't cross the line.

I was worried about how to guide my lost child and strengthen ties as a family.

My nephew Rufus invited Troy to a special class at school.

I expected the difference between a knight and a wizard to be the same as Troy, seeing Rufus in the blind who was too close to pushing himself into the path.

I wonder if Dr. Zachariah will show us the way, too, to this precarious son with special circumstances.

Again, the encounter yielded more remarkable results than expected. Returning from a special class, Troy was exploding with joy like never before.

It's pathetic as a parent that I couldn't pull this smile out on my own, but I was heartily happy to finally see my son like that.

- That's why the timing was bad - I have to think about it.

If I had been able to get Dr. Zachariah's guidance without any trouble, I'm sure this would never have happened.

I'm visiting the Langley house alone today.

Prime Minister Clayton asked me when the world finally calmed down and almost got cold.

Would Miss Gladys Langley be willing to apologize?

I said yes without hesitation. But the Prime Minister would have understood that my sincerity was not just an apology.

Because I understood who he was when I met him in that miserable place where I lost my son.

What came to mind was a quote by Yu (...) and others (...) who was once praised by the teacher.

I failed to educate my child.

I was relieved by the excellent son who won the position of court magician with no grasp. I felt like I was able to raise myself in public and lower my shoulders.

In fact, the darkness hidden in the depths of it could not be wiped out. --Instead, I didn't even realize that it had become so deep and powerful that it couldn't be recovered.

What really mattered was that it was more true than excellence.

I am no longer a former (...) honorary student who stepped off the road. What the teacher was afraid of was how he could get over it when his life went wrong?

Now, my son, my job and my career have been lost, and I have no choice but to live with my mourning wife.

But I could not just grieve. That's why I came here in shame.

My first visit to the Langley family.

I'm waiting for him in the reception room I was guided to.

With intense tension and more fear.

I wanted to see him without a word or two, but what kind of face should I put in front of him?

The Prime Minister's mediation means that this face-to-face meeting is the teacher's own intention.

Memories of the teacher who once drowned the school's fierce men in fear come back to mind.

Troy has nothing to apologize for as a parent. I want you to blame me everywhere.

The fact that there were few people around who could sympathize with us and blame us unequivocally and headstrong, on the contrary, arouses frustrating feelings.

I'm sure that person will uncompromisingly point to the painful reality everywhere. That's what I need right now.

When I was ready for simple hospitality, a picturesque girl came alone. The remnants of the disturbance I encountered last time stood in front of me without any dust.

Ah, these eyes. Even though the color of the eyes is different from that time, the impression I get doesn't change. The majesty overflowing in the silence that I showed only in the ceremonial seat. It's an air feeling that feels even slightly scared by the gap from normal.

I intend to face you today not as a girl of the victims, but as a great prophet, as my mentor.

"That's enough. Stand back."

Miss Gladys - no, the teacher paid less for the words. I stand up in front of a teacher with his hips down in front of the table. I bowed my head deeply after greeting him and thanking him for giving me this opportunity.

"This time, I sincerely apologize that foolishness has inflicted untold pain on your body and mind."

"Yes, I accept that apology."

When the light words came back and I raised my face unexpectedly, there was still the expression of the sarcasm of the previous life.

"Sit down and say hello. I wanted to talk to you carefully. You, too, right? I had a hard time refusing Uncle Julius a seat."

"--I 'm sorry for the trouble...."

Lower your hips as prompted. I'm already at the teacher's pace. As always, you can't read my thoughts.

"You didn't bring Guinevere, did you?"

The teacher who cared about my wife nodded with attention. I was just about to apologize for having a couple.

"Yes, Rufus told me what you wanted, so I didn't tell him. I went to see my wife again today in confidence."

The teacher who lives as a girl does not have any more temptations in my life. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

That's when self-loathing started to blow up. - That's not true, is it?

"No, that's a fake excuse. Besides, honestly, I couldn't decide whether this reunion would save my wife or vice versa, and I ended up alone. I wonder if I can tell my current wife that my son tried to kill my mentor....."

"Yeah, that's fine. Think about your family first."

Laughs in an instant. It's too big to read a little disgust.

No matter how old you are, you are no match for your teacher. Even though she looks younger than her son.

The smile turns into a nostalgic, invincible thing.

"It's special just for now. Faced as Zachariah."

"Yes"

It looks so different. A beautiful girl with an elegant body who doesn't see any dust, such as the roughness of the past.

Until today's reunion, I felt that the contents had changed from before, but if I talked to him like this, he would only look like a teacher.

Everything seems to be in sight...

I unexpectedly exhaled deep breath.

"It's not going to deceive you. While asking for an apology, you are looking forward to my shallow request."

"It's only natural that you want to be saved. I don't feel guilty like that."

As it is, it is unlikely to be able to move anywhere without stopping. I came to ask my teacher for help.

It's a shame to try to trust a teacher who caused you so much trouble that you can't make amends. I know, but I can't help but ask for any blame.

Answer and salvation... I don't have that kind of qualification.

It's pathetic enough to be seen and comforted by such a soul and gall.

"No, what a selfish parent. I couldn't save my son, who had suffered enough to get off the road, but I wanted to be saved."

And I felt that the same pain as the son was somehow shared by the teacher.

The deep mourning of that time. I've never seen a teacher so upset.

Even the sudden death of King Cornelius, one of his closest beings, was being dealt with somehow.

No, in retrospect, there's something about the grief I saw at Lord Gideon's funeral. But Troy is neither a teacher's best friend nor close associate. I'm sure he's just an acquaintance with few connections, past and present.

"May I ask you something? I was wondering."

"Whatever."

Returning words and attitudes are as light as ever. But the teacher took me seriously. With that in mind, I raised my doubts with all my heart.

"Why do you care so much about your son? Why did you apologize at that time? There shouldn't have been that much involvement, now or in the past. Even though my son was not obsessed with anyone, he was unusually obsessed with Dr. Zachariah, whom I only met once."

I can't explain it because I'm a great prophet.

The teacher answered my question without hesitation.

"I lived in the same world as Troy and Yuka before."

It took a few seconds to understand the meaning of the word.