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

"Neighbors OK"

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The teacher glared a little at me for sitting in the chair next to him without waiting for a reply. Doctor, you look so scared...

"Sorry! Lemonade crumbs!

"Yes!

"... Mr. Westwood?

"... you've said many times that Rebecca would be fine"

Oh, I'm back to my usual tender look. My complexion is still zombie...

After a while the lemonade was brought in and I explained how I came to the liquor store drinking the little lemonade. And after just a little proper public speaking, I decided to get to the point quickly.

"... So, what's up, Doctor"

"... what do you say?

"... are you going to blur? We've been talking about this among girls for the past week. Dr. Beckford, have you broken your heart? And? Did you have a fight with her maid? Or something."

"... I've said over and over again that's not how you relate to Eileen"

"What, so it's a hit that you broke your heart?

"No, it's not like that..."

"... it might be a little easier if I told someone, right? Don't drink all the alcohol by yourself every day."

"... how did you know you drank it every day"

"I knew you drank every day!? No, Doctor."

... you've been drinking every day! No. This guy, he's a bad adult...

Unexpectedly, the teacher told me why he was so puffy and depressed lately. I didn't expect you to talk so easily because you're someone who doesn't really want to talk about yourself. You're pretty weak, Doctor...

"I mean, the teacher has a girlfriend who's less than a friend and less than a lover."

"... but it's not her yet"

There, stick to it?

"... let's simply call her there. Isn't it a hassle to say" she's a candidate "or something?

"... Yes"

"So, he said a man with far better conditions has approached the girlfriend than the teacher"

"Yes..."

Doctor drinks up gokugoku and alcohol. Hey, all at once...!

"I've had too much to drink already! Take a break!"

"... Yes"

... They honestly reflected.

"Already... I'll go on.... Instead of asking her, the teacher, who happened to know about it, couldn't even have a proper conversation with her, and she was stuffy and soaked for a week."

"... like that"

……

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"... Doctor was actually a very hectic person"

I'll try to communicate my candid thoughts. Oh, now it's easy to understand and squishy.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Don't be such a jerk.... but unexpected. I don't think he's the same person as that god of war swordmaster on the tour."

"... this is the vegetable. disillusioned?"

"No, not at all. Rather the best, that gap. I've been desperate to contain my rising maternal instincts since earlier."

Are you going to be disillusioned? You're so cute. Is it a genius that tickles maternal instincts?... I like it more and more.

... It probably doesn't seem like a chance to me right now.... Can't you help it? Sad though.

"... this is a woman's idea, well, it's normal to think about it"

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"Maybe you don't have to worry about her, because I choose to be a teacher."

"... what makes you think that?"

"I don't know what an amazing condition guy is that I've been approaching... because few people are nicer than teachers. If she can make a normal decision, she usually chooses a teacher."

A teacher who looks surprised and stares at me. Maybe this guy has an unlikely low self-esteem. I kind of figured it out in the current story.

"... and if, you know, the teacher's girlfriend is the kind of person who can't even make such a normal decision"

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"... I thank her for her stupid choice and get the teacher thing! So don't worry, if you're shaken, you'll get such a beautiful girl ♪ Shouldn't you rather go and be actively shaken?

"... no, no, you're not going to get your hands on the students at school"

No, let's be flexible there. Our school is also a "free" school. As much as Dr. Martina, who is in charge of Holy Attributes, says something about "really being in charge of attributes," he also has a reputation for his leadership in that area. Moreover, the subjects of instruction are both men and women.

"Really? I don't think you need to worry about that.... And yet, oh, I'm more heartbroken.... No, I don't know yet, I'm not giving up. Please, may the teacher's girlfriend be blind to superficial conditions...!

Selfish, but I hope so...

"Here."

"... oh, yeah. Doctor, I've been curious to hear about your teacher."

"What is it?"

"Doctor, many times you said you wouldn't match her."

"... you said it"

"That's wrong. Even if there are many women who don't match the teacher, there are few women who the teacher doesn't match, so I think you can rest assured there."

We can also afford a beautiful girl with the magic of light attributes, for example, the teacher said. Rather, I can't make up for it if I don't work fairly hard.

"... look, you'd be a little better if you told someone, wouldn't you?

"... Yes. Thanks to you."

"Hehe, I'm glad I could help!

"... thanks"

"Doctor."

"Yes."

"... just in case your teacher's girlfriend doesn't choose a teacher... I mean it"

"... ok"

I said I understood! You just said you understood! I'll never forget it!

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I then decided to send the teacher who had become a thousand feet to his room. I don't know what an amazing swordmaster you are, but it would be dangerous if a drunk like this walked alone at night. How long have you been so drunk, this guy? I thought you weren't drunk at all because you were talking normally.

... Ha, could this be pretending to be drunk and creating a chance for me to bring myself back? Is the teacher actually a bruised boy? Am I invited?... Isn't that right?

Instead, when I declared I was going back to school with him, the teacher showed difficulty by saying, "If someone sees me..." or something. But when I protested, "What, are you telling me to walk home alone on the night lane?" he admitted to reluctantly going back to school with me.

"back route" to the school that we teacher knew (it's a thin mountain road, so the teacher was about to fall over and over again. Don't let a drunk choose this path...) and safely arrived near the faculty room when the teacher said he lived there.

"Phew... you've managed to be safe!

"... sorry for the inconvenience..."

With that said, the teacher tries to approach the door of the room with a flimsy foothold. Watching him not fall, I was thinking about what goodbye greeting would make the best impression on him, that was when.

"... why?

The teacher's room was on the ground floor, with the door of the room facing directly into a shared space that felt like a courtyard. And a short distance from the teacher's room door was a bench, apparently with people, possibly women, sitting on that bench.

It was dark and I didn't notice at all. But he noticed this one over there, and he was slowly approaching us on foot.

... What's this so scary about? A ghost?

"... why? How could you be with Mason?... Rebecca Westwood"

What, me?... you mean Mason?

"... Chelsea..."

The teacher shrugs in a dry voice. And I was finally able to recognize the face of the person who slowly approached me, too. The person was... Duke's Lady Chelsea Rosedale. But something is wrong. Obviously, it's weird.

Beautiful faces lit by the moonlight seemed stained with fear and despair. There were constant tears overflowing from his open eyes, and his eyes seemed to burn up as if they were blue.

And the anger and hatred released from those eyes, and possibly the maddening gaze that might even hold me up to the intent to kill, were holding me straight.

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I have no idea why she's angry. I don't remember myself. But as much as I don't care about that, I was scared anyway.

I seriously thought I should run and run, even if it could kill me on this spot right away. But to much fear I could not move a single step, nor utter any words.

Mr. Rosedale, who has come all the way to our sight, stares straight at me with a face full of anger, hatred, and madness. I can tell my whole body is shaking fine. What is it? This intimidation. Demons? Reapers?

... Whatever, but I have to run, at least say something...!

"... why?

Mr. Rosedale leaning his neck as he gazed at me with a horrible look on his face. Incorrect answers to this question intuitively made me feel that I would be killed on this occasion. My spine froze and I got goosebumps all over my body.

"... Sorry, Chelsea, you found me drunk and flirty, and you brought me to my room because it was dangerous."

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At that moment, in a slightly panicked voice, the teacher addressed her with some words of excuse. I hadn't been able to swallow the situation at all, but I shook my head vertically many times anyway. I thought I should instinctively do that.

Listen to his words, and stare silently at us both, Mr. Rosedale.

... I'm scared.

"I'm so sorry."

"... yes"

Mr. Rosedale, who seems to have regained some calm. Good... I don't know what it is, but I need you to calm down anyway. As for this one, I'm in great trouble.

Having leaned down for only a moment, Mr. Rosedale had bowed his head at the next moment in an elegant motion towards me.

"Please forgive my earlier disrespect, Mr. Westwood"

"...! Ah, no! Welcome!"

No. Calm down. I didn't do anything wrong, I guess. But I'm scared, so let's apologize anyway.

"Thank you kindly. We apologize for the inconvenience caused by Mason. It's okay now."

"... thank you, sorry for the inconvenience"

In a polite tone, Mr. Rosedale's intent to "disappear quickly" is conveyed with a hint of gratitude and apology, but somehow with his eyes, "You better run away! Teacher who looks like she's about to complain." You don't have to tell me. I'll be gone soon.

"Ah... no! Then I'm with this...! Good night!"

"Yeah, good night!

"... good night"

From the look on Mr. Rosedale's face at the last greeting, the colours of his earlier fierce anger and hatred had fortunately disappeared. But my eyes were so cold staring at me until the end.

Who, the one who said she was friendly and gentle or something that didn't make sense? I knew you were so scared. You're a dangerous person.

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Then I went back to my room and managed to regain my calm, and I remembered and analyzed what had happened today. And I came to one conclusion. That was that the teacher's "girlfriend less than a friend" was probably a Duke of Chelsea Rosedale warrant.

I wonder why I never thought about that possibility before. How did you know it wasn't weird that Mr. Cathcart was dating his teacher? 'Cause we've known each other for a long time? Because it's a "mentorship"? Because you're a "party member"?

... It all applies to Mr. Rosedale, too.

Now I think, Mr. Rosedale, when I talked to my teacher in swordsmanship class, he was talking somewhere happy with a very gentle face, different than usual.

I just wondered if it was because the teacher is a trusted party member... It was because he wasn't and he's my favorite boyfriend, I'm sure.

Besides, the teacher repeatedly said, "I'm not good enough for her".

I don't think the teacher will match her just because they're Mr. Rosedale, but if they're Mr. Rosedale, I can somehow tell the teacher will feel that way. First of all, you're too different, and Mr. Rosedale is a monster in terms of ability.

And I interacted with Mr. Rosedale, who terrorized me earlier. That one was probably pissed off because his own boyfriend had other women in the middle of the night.

... and I think that reaction is unusual though. Actually, are you the fucking jealous type? Mr. Rosedale...

Besides, they called each other "Chelsea" and "Mason" naturally, didn't they? The last Mr. Rosedale said something about "Mason bothering you..." That's already my wife's line when she apologizes for "my husband getting drunk and bothered," isn't it?

... right or was it? Was it Mr. Rosedale, not Mr. Cathcart? I, you were in love with a hell of a man's boyfriend.

Instead of rejoicing at the stage where she said, "I'm not in a romantic relationship with Eileen," I should have made sure, "So is it okay that she's not here?" Well, I probably didn't want to do that unconsciously.

... Hmm, I knew I wouldn't get a chance. The teacher was soaked because Mr. Rosedale was told by another man, and Mr. Rosedale was so disturbed by the fact that he witnessed the teacher with the other woman.

How dare you be sympathetic? What's "more than friends, less than lovers," not a "more than lovers, less than couples" mistake?

You didn't have to worry about the teacher at all. You love your teacher so much that you just see your teacher with other women that reason flies away, but you can't possibly pick another guy or something. You think I'd do anything to get married to a teacher like that? That's the rush down or whatever.

Oh, did I break my heart better after all? I wish I'd met my teacher sooner than Mr. Rosedale... Too bad... That's sad......