The Villainess Comes Back in Time to Find the One Who Truly Loved Her One Week Before Dying

I've gotten used to life in school a little bit too. I knew it was important to have fun with even one thing. I have to thank the shopping district for the wide variety of B-grade dining.

Yes, as always, I enjoyed dining in the shopping district in front of the school, as I do every day. Recently, I've even found the shortest route to the mall.

All of my rooms in the school and the outdoor practice areas giving practical lectures are on the east side of the campus, and from there, when you go through the main entrance to the mall, once you get out onto the main street passing through the middle of the campus, you walk out the main entrance for a short walk before turning left.

I mean, from above, it's going to go around in a "C" kind of way.

One day, I was exploring the campus for shortcuts, and I discovered that there was a thin but people-friendly path behind the practice area. If you walk all the way south down that road, you'll pass near the old school building and hit a small high hill on the east side of the main entrance as it is.

The road ran to the top of the hill, and as you climbed the hill, a small entrance and exit exited, and if you exited the school from there, that was already the north end of the mall.

The travel time you can shorten by using this route would be about five minutes at most, but you should still be a little closer. Besides, this back road is barely accessible to people, so it was ideal for use sneaking into the mall and buying B-grade gourmet and coming back.

Look, I'm a faculty member for once, so I was wondering if it might be a good idea for people to think I'm just buying and eating a lot.... but it's true.

What about non-gourmet school life... Chelsea is as busy as ever. He's been trying as hard as he can to make time with me, even in his busy schedule, but I'm pretty sure he spent a lot less time with me than he did before. I miss you so much, to be honest.

I guess I've spent more time with Eileen lately. The busier Chelsea gets, the more free she and I will be.

I mean Irene, but for some reason, girls often ask me if Irene and I have been dating lately.

"No, she can't go out with me because she loves Mr. Rosedale, even in a sexual sense," she says honestly, usually just "a trusted party member and dear friend, but not in a romantic relationship".

Well, a rumor with another woman, anyway. A rumor with Eileen wouldn't be the first thing Chelsea misunderstands. Because Irene's feelings (and sexual orientation) are well understood by Chelsea as well.

Eileen and I got to know each other in the first place because I declared, "I don't think that's likely to happen, but if I'm really going to be married to a lady, I'm not going to try to keep you away from her because of how I feel about your lady"...

Looking at Irene's words and actions, it feels like Chelsea is the center of the world, or everything in her world is Chelsea.

Of course, that's not true if I'm not jealous at all because they're women, but I think there's a good chance she'll be an abolitionist if we pull Eileen away from Chelsea by force.

There's nothing more Irene can teach me from me, but still, she will always be my pretty apprentice and my dear friend. Can I just scrap her just to satisfy my appetite for exclusivity, the answer is of course NO.

So if Chelsea understands how Irene feels and still wants to be with her all the time, and Irene just needs to be by Chelsea's side, then I have no objection.

... That's as if you've already become Chelsea's boyfriend or husband. Do not get on the diagram. Let's be careful.

And if there was anything unusual or slightly troubling about school life these days, it was that one girl student would get involved if she did it. The student was Rebecca Westwood, who asked me where to buy Fish and Chips.

She was taking my swordsmanship class. And apparently he's been considering the adventurer's path as one of his paths lately, and he was starting to ask frequent and massive questions about swordsmanship and adventurer life. Stay after class and ask questions, or come to me in your free time.

At first I was a very serious student and wondered if you wanted to absorb more and more experience and knowledge from me, an active adventurer in considering adventurers as pathways.

But I've been switching conversations that started with questions about swordsmanship and adventurer life from around the corner more and more to other topics like "yeah?" I've honestly been in trouble since I started getting handmade cookies and being invited to lunch alone.

Of course, she doesn't have any romantic feelings for me apart, and with me, she's one of the few civilians in school, and she probably just wants to get along because she has a lot of common topics and it's easy to talk to.

But the problem isn't what she thinks of me, it's how her actions look to third parties, specifically Chelsea...

However, even if I say no to lunch and the like, I am in trouble because I am too conscious to refuse until I receive cookies on the contrary, or I feel crazy, and I cannot respond to questions and consultations from students regarding my subjects and postgraduate paths more than being a faculty member.

... though I may just not be able to thrust it cold or say it strongly because I'm hectic.

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Even that day, I was heading to the mall using the usual back route. It's a little early for dinner, but all the work I had to do that day was done, and I was going to hang out the city a little by myself before going to the restaurant.

Then I climbed through the small high hills and looked back once, without any particular significance, to see the school side. It wasn't really intentional, it's just that after climbing mountains and hills, sometimes you want to look back on the way you've climbed? As far as I was concerned, that was all.

But the next moment, what got into my eyes was an incredible sight, or a scene I didn't want to see, or a reality I feared… I can't describe it well, but it was a hugely shocking scene for me anyway.

The height of the place I looked back to was just a little above the roof of the old school building, and my view looked back into the roof of the old school building.

And on the roof of the old school building, Chelsea and a certain prince - I'm not sure because it's behind me, but I guess from the color and physique of my hair and the outfit, there was probably a second prince, His Highness Kyle, standing.

There was quite a distance to the roof of the old school building, and where I was, I was surrounded by trees, so I probably don't think you can see me from the other side. And he seems to be talking about something.

On the other hand, from my place, I don't even know the two faces or what I'm talking about, but at least I could see the rooftop on a level where I could be sure the woman on the roof was Chelsea.

No, maybe if the woman on the roof wasn't Chelsea, I wouldn't have known who she was. I'm sure it's Chelsea, so I figured out that even at this distance, it's her.

And I guessed that the other guy was Prince Kyle because he had hair color, stature, and clothing, but I think there was an offensive topic in his head that I've been wondering about here lately.

"Who Drops That Out-of-Standard Duke's Lady, Chelsea Rosedale"

Prince Kyle was the pupil who is regarded as destiny in this theme, which is much preferred within the school as a topic of flourishing iron plates for both men and women. I do think you are the perfect match for Chelsea in all respects: identity, appearance, ability...

- You shouldn't see it. Get out of here now.

That's what someone has warned me from in my head. I knew I should have done that myself. But for some reason, I couldn't move a step from the spot.

A prince and a duke's warrant exchanging conversations on a rooftop stained with sunset colors. It was like a scene in a story. It was a fantastic and beautiful sight.

…

After a while, the prince kneels one way towards Chelsea.

- Proposal….

The next moment, he finally listened to what his body had to say. No, rather, if I had watched any more, my body might have moved on its own to prevent it, because it could have caused so much damage that I could never recover from it.

In any case, the moment the prince knelt one knee towards Chelsea, I walked away from the scene in a great hurry, as if I instinctively felt I would never want to see or should not see the next scene.

In short, he escaped unacceptably by being slapped in front of him by a reality he had ever felt thin but turned away from.