Something's wrong with Mason. Obviously, it's weird. One day, all of a sudden, it felt like my soul had fallen out. Liveless face like a corpse, a thick negative aura seeping out of your whole body.

Not only do you usually know him, but you're probably the first person to meet him. "What's up, this guy? Are you okay?" You'll be worried. That's how unusual it was.

Naturally, I immediately noticed the anomaly and spoke to him. "Is something wrong?" "Talk to me about anything you have any problems or problems with," he said.

But he said, "Never mind, I'm just a little tired or stressed," and he didn't even try to see my face and left to run away.

Clear "rejection" willingness from the beloved. I was too upset and shocked to move off the spot for a while.

... Why? Hated me? Did I do something before I knew it? Is his anomaly caused by me? And I asked myself all night long, desperately remembering my memory here these days. But no matter how much I thought about it, I didn't come to a satisfactory conclusion.

The next day, and the next day, I pushed to Mason and asked him to talk to me if he had any problems. I pleaded. But no matter how many times I asked him, his answer didn't change, nor did his attitude to avoid me. You never looked me in the eye.

"I'm really sorry if I was hurting Mason before I knew it, please forgive me," I tried to apologize, but he said in a sad face, "No. Chelsea just told me that nothing was wrong," and I didn't try to change the claim that the cause of my anomaly was only "tiredness and stress".

... Can you forgive me if someone who doesn't even understand what went wrong with me says, "I don't know what you don't like, but I want you to forgive me anyway"...

Of course I wasn't the only one who noticed Mason's anomaly. Eileen soon noticed something strange, too, and she asked me, "Did something happen with him?"

... I hugged Irene and cried out, "I have no idea what the cause is, I don't even know what to do with it". Eileen has been kind enough to stroke my head.

The next day, Eileen asked Mason out for a drink and tried to talk to him, but now she said no to wanting me to be alone.

He and Irene are like best friends of the same sex to each other, so I was even more desperate to see if that didn't work either, just hoping that maybe Irene would talk to me.

Mason's anomaly seems to be a topic of discussion even among the women taking swordsmanship lectures, and I've been asking him if he thought I would know what was going on with him for a long time and if Liz didn't know what was causing his anomaly.

I honestly replied that I had no idea what was causing it and asked me to tell you as soon as I found out what it was with the thought of straw.

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Having thought it impossible to hear the cause directly from Mason, I ran off to gather information. I used all kinds of routes to find out if he had changed to Mason here recently or if he was in trouble with anyone at school.

If I found out that there was someone in trouble, I didn't know what I was going to do to them.

I will try to recall one of the reasons why I started calling my sister "Yanderecht," the many reprisals she allegedly carried out against people hostile to your brother.

... I thought I understood your sister's feelings very well. I might not have deserved to be called Jandelle about her.

Fortunately, no information came in that Mason was rubbing with someone. But instead, far more horrible and nasty information came in. That was the story of a female student who had been involved with Mason recently. And the girl student's name...

- Rebecca Westwood.

The moment I heard the name, I felt blood all over me. The trauma of my previous life was vividly raised and I couldn't stop shaking my hands. Tears were spilling out of my eyes on my own when I realized it.

And I also felt that I somehow understood why Mason's recent anomalies. Gentle Mason is probably frustrated by his guilt. For being attracted to other women, that is, to Mr. Rebecca, even though all that is thought of by me.

Then it explains everything that he can't talk to me or Eileen, that he won't try to look me in the eye, and that "Chelsea is nothing wrong" line.

But why would Mr. Rebecca do that to Mason? How come it's not Prince Kyle, it's Mason? Your favorite type is "The Man Chelsea Rosedale Loves," and your hobby is "To Hell With Chelsea Rosedale"? As for having light attributes, can't you still allow a woman of dark attributes to be happy?

The fear that they might take someone I love away from me again, the anger and hatred towards Mr. Rebecca, who seems to be sniping at someone I love, the despair that a happy future with Mason may not come to me anymore… my heart has been messed up by all kinds of emotions.

Particularly tormenting me was regret and self-loathing. I should have kept my eyes open more. I should have kept an eye on him next to him the whole time. I would rather not have come to school.

... I kept him in my sight until I was forced to bring him to school, but it wouldn't mean anything if I didn't notice that other women were closing in on him in front of me.

How could I not have noticed? Though someone else is noticing. Why didn't you notice that I was supposed to be looking at Mason more than anyone else?

I'm out. Incompetence. I can't do it. This is the case when it comes to the things that matter most to me, even though it doesn't matter whether you perform a quest or an admission test or not you get results...

... No, maybe the punishment for my evil deeds in my previous life is not over yet. I'm sure Mr. Rebecca is an angel who has come down to earth to punish me, and she will continue to take my most important thing over and over again.

That's why I didn't notice her approaching Mason. Because this is punishment for me. Because this time too I am destined to be taken and ruined.

When I realized, I was running towards Mason's room. I really want to see him. I want to see his face, I want to talk to him. Like that night you told me not to despise me, I want you to whisper the words I want again. He said he loved me, that he wouldn't abandon me, that he would always be with me.

... Please, you can lie.

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Mason was absent. Maybe he doesn't want to see me and he's just using his absences, but he didn't have the courage to forcibly break into his room. So I decided to sit on a bench near Mason's room and wait for him.

Whether you're really absent or absent, if you wait here all the time, you'll see me one day. So I'll wait for him here forever.

It's getting a little darker around me. He still doesn't show up. But I didn't care. You can wait here all the way until he shows up. Whether that's tomorrow morning, a week from now, or a year from now.

I remember the days since I met him. It was fun. I was happy. I hoped these days would last forever every day. It's supposed to be a fun memory, but somehow I couldn't stop crying.

It got dark around me. I could hear a familiar man and woman in my ear smiling and weeping like a madman.

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

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

... Yes. I knew it. I knew it was you.

I got up and slowly walked towards them.

"... why?

Why? Why are you with Mason?

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

How could you be with Mason? How can you be my beloved again? Why are you trying to take it from me again? Hey, why?

"... Chelsea..."

Mason whining my name in a dry voice. I'm glad to hear it, when he calls me by my first name. But I'm sure she's called too... "Rebecca". "Rebecca, I love you".

Hey, Mr. Rebecca. Please, forgive me, just stop Mason. I'll do anything. Because if you want money, I'll pay you as much as I want. Because if you want an identity, I'll work on making sure you can be Rosedale's adopted daughter in my place. If you want magic, I'll find out how to give you all my magic, so maybe there's something like that in contraindicated black magic...!

So please, to Mason... don't just lay your hands on Mason. Why Mason in the first place? You are destined to be bound to a prince from now on. You looked happy the prince loved you. How come it's not Prince Kyle, it's Mason? Hey, how come?

"... why?

Tell me? Tell me why you showed up with Mason… tell me why I'm convinced.

Otherwise... that cheek, I'll slap you again? I'm gonna burn that hair again, okay? I'm gonna rip your dress off again, okay? I'll crush your parents' quarters again, won't I? I'm gonna lock you up in the old school building classroom again and leave you alone, okay? We'll hire people to attack again, won't we?

... No, wait, you don't need to go around like that anymore. There is a simpler and quicker way.

... you just have to turn it off, right here and now. Unlike in my previous life, I now have as many means as I can carry it out.

With that in mind, I began to build magic in my left arm.

... Hey, Mr. Rebecca, which one would you rather be ripped off alive or broken out of your body?

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

……

Mason speaking to me in a slight panic. Mr. Rebecca, next door, was shaking his head vertically with momentum with a frightened look, as if he were a frog stared at by a snake.

"I'm so sorry."

"... yes"

... Yes. Okay. If that's what Mason says, I'll believe Mason's story for now. I stopped accumulating magic and slowly bowed my head to Mr. Rebecca.

"Please forgive my earlier disrespect, Mr. Westwood"

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

I don't know how you got close to Mason, but from now on, be patient. Because then I'll decide what I never knew before. Because I will put up with my willingness to kill against you, too.

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

... so now, out of my sight, disappear.

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

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

"Yeah, good night!

"... good night"

Mr. Rebecca, who had always been frightened of me, left the spot on a small run. And since I made sure she ran away, Mason has spoken to me in horror.

"... Chelsea, that"

"Welcome home. Let's just get in the room."

I rarely blocked his words and pulled his hand to direct him into the room. For some reason, Mason seemed only a little frightened, and he followed me in silence.

... Don't worry, I will never do anything to hurt you. It means you're drunk today, and I'll listen to you tomorrow.

... Welcome home. Mason.