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

Two weeks after incorporation, you could say that school life is going well.

Most importantly, I've been able to get along even better with Mr. Abbott since then.

Greetings became casual, and lunch was also taken together in the dining room.

Besides, he also lent me a recommended book the other day.

Perhaps it is a pleasant thing.

Perhaps you could call me a friend of Abbott's.

Should we check this with each other?

Anyway, I've never been able to make a decent friend before, so it's possible that I'm up there alone and mistaken.

Maybe he thinks I'm the only friend and Mr. Abbott doesn't.

That's...

That's a very annoying story.

"Whether we're friends or not?

Mr. Abbott in front of me frowned suspiciously at my question and quietly placed the fork when he took a bite of the hamburger in front of him.

I wonder if that's important.

"Don't you feel annoyed if they think you're their friend on your own?

"Annoying? No.

Mr. Marcel thinks of me as a friend, doesn't he?

"… I hope so."

"That would be nice.

I don't think there's any point in checking each other out with words, my friend. That's all we care about and have fun with each other. "

Does the word mean nothing?

Certainly there is a part of Katrina and I dared say in words, 'We are good friends', etc. Because I thought that would deepen the bond and make the relationship stronger.

But I do also know what Mr. Abbott says.

"But I think anyone who owes me books, eats dinner with me, or talks casually is my friend."

"That."

"I'm glad to be close to you, too."

"Mr. Abbott!

"Look, I even do wind discipline commissioners to the chairman of the committee. It sounds like you're weirdly nervous, and I know you're usually close to your classmates, but you feel a little distance.

So Mr. Marcel came and had lunch with me like this… To be honest, I'm floating too. "

Mr. Abbott pointed his gaze under his glasses toward the dishes on the tray, shy of saying, "Look, if you don't eat fast, you'll be late for class," he said with his lips pointed.

I feel my mouth loosen by accident.

It hasn't been a while since we got close. But I think it's nice to say it with Abbott's harsh mouth, but it's better to take care of him and be gentler than anyone else.

Most importantly, Katrina has been involved with me since the first day of school.

At the time Katrina approached him several times during his lunch break, he could speak to Mr. Abbott first.

In doing so, Master Katrina goes somewhere with a disgusting distortion of her face and a hunched turn away.

Maybe something I didn't know was so bad.

It is nevertheless true that Mr Abbott is getting help.

"Yes, yes! There will be a new issue of the book I lent you today. I'll lend it to you when I'm done."

"Are you sure? Thank you. It was so funny and I was worried about it."

"Yep. But when I go to the bookstore, I even buy a different book, so the bookshelves in the room are full and I may not be able to go in anymore."

"Are you going to the bookstore to buy it?

"Yes, it's unusual to go out of your way to buy one, isn't it? But if you actually go there, you can check out a lot of new issues, and it's definitely better that way."

Bookstore...

Most noble houses don't have to take you to the bookstore, but they carry you to the mansion with a selection of areas of interest and what you want.

Pick it yourself and return what you don't need.

That's why I've never been to a bookstore myself.

But listening to Mr. Abbott sounds like a lot of fun.

I guess he looked more interested than I thought.

Mr. Abbott narrowed his eyes to how I was doing and laughed, "You want to come with me next time?" He asked me.

"I'd love to go."

"Hehe, fine. Then bind me."

… Promise.

I wonder what. The feeling that this mood is exhilarating and exciting.

In the territory I walked quite a bit through the city, as well as peeking into shops and markets.

But I promise to go somewhere with my friends.

I didn't know that would make me so happy.

Even during the class that followed, I remembered and my face laughed. Immediately afterwards, Abbott told me not to "concentrate," but he poked me in the arm with his finger, and I had a problem with it.

"Totally. I can't believe I'm laughing at memories in a bookstore or something."

"I'm sorry."

But that's how much you're looking forward to.

Walk alongside Mr. Abbott to get to the carriage yard for dropping out of school.

After all, you know what I was laughing at.

"Oh, that's Mr. Marcel's carriage."

"Yeah, will you let me talk to you again tomorrow?

"Of course."

Opposite Mr. Abbott, turning his back to part with his hands up "see you tomorrow".

The moment I saw our man open the carriage door at the end of his gaze.

Black cat running sassy off the carriage.

Black cat?

What, Cro!?

Clo, who was always supposed to leave a message at home, came running for me.

Why are you here?

Even though she's always a good girl and waits for me.

Clo doesn't seem to care at all about my inner rush, either. He's got his forefoot on my boot like he said (hugs) as he rang 'Nyer'.

"Black cat?

Turning back hacked and terrified by that voice, Mr. Abbott stares at Crow with his eyes round as if surprised.

Mr. Abbott.

Spirit…… you see.

Boulder, Mr. Abbott. You're not only a good grader, you're also a pretty strong magician.

He's unintentionally ringing at his feet. He stares alternately at Crowe and Mr. Abbott.

Having stood on the spot, my smiling face caught me wondering how to explain it.