Somehow, The Villainess Who Regressed in Time Lost Her Magic Power, so She Turned into a Secluded Ma

My whole body is hot.

I breathe faster.

The eye lid is heavy.

I want something cold, something cold.

Ah.

Shortly after I felt something warm touching my head, I was getting cold.

"It feels good..."

I hear something whining and it makes breathing easier like a lie that I've had a hard time sleeping.

Then, this time, drowsiness suddenly hit me.

Sleepy.

"Rachel, good night"

Someone called my name in a kind voice?

Relieved voice I'm used to hearing.

I feel like I can stroke my hair. It's a feeling full of kindness as if dealing with something very important.

But who? I fell asleep before trying to open my eyes without opening them.

♢

"My lady, your fever is down, and you're no longer coughing. Good."

"Sarah, thank you"

"From the day you had that fever, now you're coughing, and you've been on the bed all week."

Yes, it's been a week since that fever.

Combined with the cold, my fever went up and down again and again.

And I finally settled down.

After all, this body seems to get worse as soon as it gets a little sick.

I laugh bitterly thinking that this might be dangerous if I wasn't really careful.

"Speaking of which, did anyone come while you were asleep?

"Yes, Your Highness is here. I'll keep the flowers delivered here today alive."

"Your Highness, yes, Your Highness has taken your feet too."

"Yes. As soon as the fever went up, you were in a hurry. She followed me to your side until my daughter could sleep."

"Well, I'll have to thank you later."

So Sarah lifts her gaze up and raises her voice as if she remembers.

"With that said, some magicians were with His Highness"

"Master Mage?

"Yes, she was beautiful as if she were a woman with long silver hair at first sight."

Mage with neutral silver-haired aesthetics

Someone who floated right after I heard that.

Theodore Camus

He is now twenty-two years old and is the son of the Marquis of Camus.

later Marquis, but now named Viscount Julion.

He has a former magician captain in his father, and he also has high powers of magic. You think they say that talent would exceed the father who was said to be the best in the country?

It is famous for its newcomers but already showing up at the head of the sorcery group.

Since he and His Highness are separated childhood friends of his age, I have also said hello.

Even the first time I met him, the distance was close, and he easily allowed me to call him by name because he was His Highness's fiancée.

But I wasn't really involved in the raw before because I was old enough to be apart.

Then why did he come to my house?

And accompanied by a sympathy?

I wonder what that means.

"Ah. Speaking of which, Your Highness seemed quite tired"

"What?"

She turned her gaze to me as Sarah lived the flowers beautifully in the vase.

"I had a little neighborhood in my eye."

"Well, I guess you're busy because you said you couldn't come for a while.

And I'm sorry that you came to see me. "

"No, that's all I was worried about the lady.

Because that Your Highness is here to change your blood phase. Plus, I misbuttoned my shirt. "

Put your hands on your mouth and whisper as if Sarah were going to tell you a secret story. I imagine its content and unwittingly round my eyes.

"Your Highness? I can't imagine."

"Yes. I've snuck up on you again and again to see if I've seen it wrong, too"

Your Highness.

Different hanging of shirt buttons. Your Highness in that perfect landscape everywhere.

That's kind of cute.

I can't stop enjoying the laughter that gradually swoops in, and I accidentally leak as a grunt, "Phew, that Your Highness".

Then Sarah and I met each other, and the two of us were to shake our shoulders again.

One time Sarah and I laugh at each other, and then there's the sound of Concon and Knock.

"Yes."

"Excuse me."

My father, who came in at the same time as the voice of reply, lowers his eyes as if he was relieved to see my face.

"Father, I don't know how much it is in my daughter's room to answer and open the door right away."

"Ha, sorry. Paul told me Rachel was feeling better. I wanted to see your face right away."

"Well! Then you have no choice."

Dark brown hair color, dark green slightly dripping eyes kind-hearted father, sometimes a child face even though he said he was 40 years old, 10 years old looks young.

If I looked like this father, not my mother, I would have looked kinder too.

I think Ernesto, my father's brother's son, looks more like him.

But I love my sweet mother. This time when I was asleep, he was still on his side and nursing me, even though he lacked sleep.

Speaking of which, just now.

You may find out if you ask my father about it.

"Speaking of which, I hear Your Highness has come to pay a visit. You think Theodore was accompanied at that time?

Father, are you asking me anything?

"Hmm. Speaking of which, Paul was reporting that Viscount Julion was here as well."

My father is a thoughtful face, with his hands on his chin. Because my mustache was difficult to grow, I put my hand on my bearded jaw every day and moped it because it was my father's time to think.

"Apparently His Highness has been with him a lot lately. He's a brilliant man, as rumors have it, so I'm guessing he's helping your Highness with his research."

"Investigations?

"Oh, I can't tell you the details because Your Majesty has stopped me."

Is His Majesty stopping you?

I wonder if you are working with Mr. Theodore on a confidential job.

"By the way, Viscount Julion seems to be familiar with the medical aspects, so I think he brought them in for that."

"You're a really good person. Then we must also write a thank-you letter to Theodore."

"Right.

... Rachel, I'm so sorry I have to go back to the castle from now on "

"Really? Take care of yourself, Father."

"Oh, I'm relieved you're looking really pale. But you shouldn't have to because you're sick."

My father lowers his brow a little sorry, but strokes my hair slowly with a soft look that makes him feel a definite love for his daughter.

"Yeah, I'm still going to take some more time off today.

Father, thank you for your concern. "

My father nodded one with a calm face and left the room with regret.

And I ask Sarah to bring a note from my desk to bed after another sleep.

To write a thank-you letter to His Royal Highness and Dear Theodore, and to Ernesto, who was here to pay a visit.

A few days after I sent you the letter.

In summary, you will be surprised to receive a letter from Theodore Camus that says, "I want to make a visit."