Villager A Wants to Save the Villainess no Matter What!

It's been about ten days since Sifa made dessert's tutor, but the people who went looking for the Virgin's staff have not come back yet.

I have to go around the borders of other countries in three places, so I can't help it.

"- Hey, isn't Deselle going to school?

I smiled fluffily.

"Yeah, I'm not going. It's easy to understand how Sifa-sama teaches, so you don't have to go."

I really do.

"But..."

Sifa lowered her gaze a little and then stared at me.

"I think Decel can have a lot of friends, and if this is all I can do, I think Decel can be the best. Isn't that a waste?"

"Fufu, it's no waste."

Once again, when I smiled softly and looked at Sifa with my cheek wand, Sifa looked a little surprised and smiled back at me, saying that she was no match for Deselle.

When Sifa smiles, it's already soft and gentle.

Every time I see such a smile, I really think. Said he loved Sifa.

I don't want to go to school.

Even in this world, I didn't want to go to death, but I didn't get forgiven for that, so I did.

It was tough.

It was always the best exam, that's all.

There was nothing good about being the best.

I just get scolded for not getting the full score in all my subjects.

I don't like Deselle.

You don't have to go to school to get scolded, and I'm sure you'll get compliments when you're the best.

Still, I'm not going.

I'm more afraid of my friends than exams.....

Is that it?

"Sifa-sama, why are you injured...?

Sifa is often injured.

It was strange because it wasn't such a nasty image.

Saifa told me not to run, even if he told me that the Empire was coming.

People like that...

"... it's nothing, life lessons..."

Sifa slipped out of sight.

Maybe you can't tell the truth.

Primary schools around the world are only available in national languages, math and life, and only on weekday mornings.

The practical skills of life are to find grass and tree nuts that can be eaten in forests and fields, to fish, and to cook and eat on the spot.

That's why I get really hurt.

I figured I'd go to school with Deselle. --If you can join the same class as Sifa-sama, I'd like to go. "

Sifa looked at me breathing.

I might have been surprised that you were going to fly for three years.

Or am I going to go to elementary school for ordinary people, just like Sifa?

But I'm sure...

"Well, I still can't do my fourth grade routine with Desel."

If you can't reach your back, Sifa-sama will help you.

I knew it.

Because the fear of a bluish sifa was painfully transmitted.

"I don't want to go to a class without Sifa. Please tell me as much as you can about the practical skills of life that I can't do. I'll take the integration exam next week."

"Next week!

Sifa-sama, please tell me now.

Said he took Sifa's hand.

Sneaking, applying dark magic to calm Sifa's feelings.