The Villainess, Cecilia Silvy, Doesn’t Want to Die, so She Decided to Crossdress

Tears are quite inexhaustible.....

That is how I feel today.

There is an expression that tears are exhausted, but as far as Cecilia is concerned, if I collect tears that are overflowing, it will become a sea, and the tears were not so exhausted as to think that there was so much moisture in my body.

My throat was too thirsty and my eyes ached with tears.

For some reason, my head hurts and my nose has changed from a tingling pain to a tingling pain.

Even though I cried on the roof before going back to the dormitory, my tears did not stop after going back to the dormitory. After all, "I will go home after cooling off a little bit. Gil came back first."

Cecilia covered her eyes with a handkerchief while sitting on a bench near the cool. "But Gil can't cry like I do," he snorted, and for some reason became sad, and repeatedly overflowing with tears.

The lacrimal gland is completely broken. I was so pessimistic that I thought my tears would never stop for the rest of my life.

(Ahhh, my eyes hurt too. I know I have to stop crying....)

It was time to look up at the moon and think like that. A faint footstep stomping on the grass reached Cecilia's ear. It was from the direction of the entrance to the dormitory, and Cecilia turned her face towards you.

"Ahh, are you here? What a face you have!?"

It was Oscar who was surprised to see Cecilia's face.

Cecilia blinked her eyes and muttered dumbfounded, “Oscar...” Looking at her like that, Oscar knelt down in front of Cecilia and checked her condition.

"Is something wrong!? Is something wrong?" Did someone do something to you? "

"Um......"

"If someone does something to you, I want you to tell me--"

"Oh, no! No!"

Cecilia waves her hands in front of Oscar's face as he slams his fingers into his mouth.

"I didn't do anything!" I guess I did it this time... "

"You?"

"Yeah. Somehow, it hurts people..."

I hesitate to say everything, that's all I say.

Then Oscar hardened for a while and said, "Gilbert?” he said in his mouth.

At that moment, Cecilia bumped into Oscar.

Well, how do you know?

I don't know if you're talking about Gilbert.

It's only natural that they say so, and somehow they're getting taller and taller. Is this Oscar sharp? Or is Cecilia easy to understand?

"What's the matter? Did you have another fight?"

"Again..."

I remembered that moment when I had a quarrel with Gilbert. Angered by the fact that he shared a room with Oscar when he was in the woods, Cecilia interpreted his anger as' because he hasn't done it properly '.

But now I can see why he's angry.

(Somehow, you really hurt me, didn't you?)

The lacrimal gland loosened again, and Oscar said, "Are you okay?" I peeped in. When I answered the question with just a nod without uttering a word, I sat down next to Cecilia with a voice that I wasn't sure I understood.

So, it's a fight?

Fighting. Well, that's how it feels.

"I see.... get back together as soon as possible."

Yeah.

That's what I said, but Cecilia knows. I'm sure it'll be back together tomorrow. Gilbert will talk to her as usual, and Cecilia will respond, even if she's confused at first.

He doesn't want to show anyone his weaknesses or injuries, and he's sure to force Cecilia into trouble.

I know. I know.

And I also know that there is only one person who can spoil it.

I haven't had a sister or brother in 12 years.

"What happened to Oscar today?"

"Is that me? I was just wondering if you weren't there for dinner." I was looking for you to bring me a meal. "

That's what he put on Cecilia's lap: a little paper bag. When I opened it, I found two triangular sandwiches inside. I wonder if the contents are a simple combination of leafy vegetables and salted meat, or if it is a voluminous combination of thick chicken meat and fried eggs that was used for dinner.

"Wow! It looks delicious!"

"I thought you were hungry. If you're short, why don't you go to the cafeteria later?"

Ah, yeah!

Even though I wasn't energetic before, I feel a little better when I smell the delicious smell of chicken baked in Paris.

I wasn't even hungry. In other words, even though I didn't think about eating, my stomach rang out and I really thought I was a cash person.

Even tears stopped when I noticed them.

Cecilia gets a paper bag with a sandwich in it. The first thing I took out was the one with the chicken in it. I usually eat from light foods, but it seems that I was a little hungry today.

Is Oscar here?

"I'm fine. I had a proper dinner."

Is that so?

Cecilia tilted her head and then ran into the sandwich. Despite being caught in the bread, the chicken is incredibly fragrant and delicious to the skin. The sauce is sweet and salty and goes very well with the bread.

"Delicious! Oscar, is this delicious?"

I see.

"Yeah! It's so delicious! Look!"

”... look,”

Oscar stared half-eyed at the sandwich that Cecilia innocently offered, and eventually sighed, before holding her wrist.

Huh?

And then she rashes from the other side of the table where she hasn't eaten.

"Hmm. It's true. It tastes good."

I was told that while wiping the edge of my lips with my thumb, my cheeks became hot.

It wasn't until a while after Oscar let go that I realized that I was illuminated. But somehow, he hesitates to put his mouth on the sandwich he ate. It's not like I'm disgusted or anything...

(No, but I can't leave it behind...)

There is no waste left and I don't want to eat it.

I took a bite and felt it, but my body was definitely looking for calories. That's true, too. I ran around the academy without having lunch today, and I managed to reach the girl students who were attacked by obstacles.

Somehow, when I carried the second mouth with a smaller mouth than before, I noticed that Oscar was staring at Cecilia. "What?" he asked, smiling relievedly.

Well, it looks like you're feeling a little better.

I'm sorry that you're worried about me, right?

"Don't worry about it. I'm just worried about you on my own."

Cecilia looked up at Oscar, who was sitting next to her, as if he was making a silent flattened sandwich.

(Maybe we should talk about something.)

It's not hard to be silent, but somehow I felt like saying that, and Cecilia, after a few moments of silence, said, "Ah!” He jumped up his face.

"Speaking of which, what's wrong with Oscar's roses...?"

I noticed it halfway through. I think this is definitely a bad question.

If this is the answer to the rose that is offered, after the same troubles, Cecilia will probably not be able to recover for a while, if that hurts Oscar. It's impossible for both of us to do it at the same time. I am mentally tired of coming.

Moreover, just in case, "Oh, it's a tough event. I did it to someone else." You'll definitely get sloppy, and you'll be asking questions that don't make sense, "Why!?"

Oscar looked a little surprised, blinked his eyes, and said, "Are you there?" He asks.

Cecilia let out a screaming voice.

"No, don't let me out for a second!!"

"I thought so."

I'm ashamed to be laughed at.

Oscar shook his shoulders at Cecilia, who was sweating coldly.

"There's no way I'm going to do this to anyone else." That's why even if I give it to you right now, there will be a lot of things bothering me. I have to take it from my standpoint..... "

Well, that's right.

From Cecilia's point of view, we can't just not take it. It's like a different kind of obligation than feeling. But Cecilia knew more than once that that was not the right answer and that it should not be.

"It's just vain for me to be accepted in that way, too."

So I was told implicitly that I didn't want to give it to you, and I felt relieved and a little bit short.

Cecilia looked up at the night sky, softly covering herself with such selfish emotions.

"Feelings are hard. Somehow, I don't feel the way I feel, and I don't feel the way I feel, so I'm going to dive in a little bit."

Well, that's right.

Oscar stood up and stirred her head violently.

"You're troubling me."

"Ehhh!?"

"It's the punishment of waving people's feelings for twelve years."

It was enough to say that his face was calm and that he was already encouraged by it.

Oscar, are you leaving now?

"Oh, you can't cry without me, can you?"

That said, Oscar put his jacket on Cecilia's shoulder.

"Crying when you want to cry is more refreshing later." I can't think of enough.... don't just chill your body, okay? "

Yeah.

Cecilia's lips arc as her chest is packed with care.

Oscar, thank you.