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

"Rachel, are you tired?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Is it better to leave the venue than that?"

"Oh, I'm telling Cyril. Besides, my role is over now, and even I could have a moment with my fiancée, right?

"… Your Highness"

"Or was Rachel someone who wanted to dance... it's jealous"

"That's not true. … I want to be with His Highness, too."

I dared to make a sad look and cut it short, but I didn't expect Rachel to say those words.

Rachel is really good at pleasing me.

Even now, Rachel wants to be with me, the words alone seem to boil my mind.

What a flash of depression you felt just now.

Anyway, I'm just returning to the holding room earlier.

Even though the escort stands in front of the room, it's just the two of us.

No matter how much of a position it is, today is the place where Rachel dressed so well.

He left Rachel, whom everyone loved, and did a good job as Prince Wang, even as he glanced at her. The idea that even I can fully love my fiancée makes me think.

And there's one more thing I need to check with Rachel.

"As I said earlier..."

"Yes?"

"Well, why theodore..."

I showed such a cute face.

I'd say so, but I get stuck with words.

Isn't this as if you're jealous of Theodore?

… No, is that right?

Are you jealous?

I don't want to show my frustration earlier, and that kind of face to other guys, etc. Whether that's Theodore or whoever it is.

That's just jealous...

That makes me uncommonly weak for myself.

"I'm sorry. Anything..."

"Um, this dress!

Dress?

Rachel dyed her face red again and stared at me with slightly moistened eyes.

Lovely.

No, what's with the dress? Maybe you don't like it?

I sweat cold on my back unexpectedly to one conclusion.

It's something I've certainly made of my own accord because I feel I look good. Maybe Rachel was better with the fashion stuff.

"He said this dress was designed by His Highness. Well, Master Theodore taught me."

Rachel grips her arm shyly with her other arm and says it in a small voice as she whines bossy as she wanders her gaze and sees it hard to say.

But we were alone in a room that wasn't that big, so it sounded perfect.

But the content was unimaginable.

No way.

I didn't expect Rachel to know.

I feel my face fade all over me.

Bad. If they think I'm such a disgusting person designing people's dresses...

I wonder how you felt.

Would you have hated it?

Peek in to explore Rachel's face.

But Rather than reluctant, Rachel looks more like she's loosening her mouth to show joy.

Is this the desire of what I want to see? Am I receiving it on my own so as to be good?

"Thank you, Your Highness.

As was the case when I was in a wheelchair, Your Highness gives me more gifts than I imagined.

I am so glad to be able to wear the dress that Your Highness has thought of. "

Rachel gives me a happy grin as if the roses in the garden bloom at once as she glances straight into my eyes as she decides to.

At that moment, even the luminous fragrance of the flowers seems to plunder the nose.

That face is exactly like that smile I realized I fell in love with Rachel, and as if time had stopped, I could no longer move.

I didn't expect you to see a face like this because you didn't mean it.

I can't believe Rachel would be so happy with what she wanted to give away.

I didn't even imagine it.

I want you to be happy when you're in a wheelchair, I want to see you smile. I hoped so.

But this time it's completely self-satisfying.

And yet I can't believe you're smiling at me like this.

Ziva and warmth rush all over your body.

You're in trouble.

I've even felt like I was missing some emotion for a long time.

I didn't know.

I can please whoever I want with this hand.

That's it.

… I can't believe I'm so happy.

"Ha, how much do you make me obsessed"

"Huh?"

Now my face will be brighter red.

I can't give you a face. I can't let Rachel look like this.

I think so, but strangely, I want you to know more about yourself.

I even wish Rachel was more full of me.

"Let's go out together again in the summer"

"Yes! Glad to hear it"

"Yes, now I'm going to introduce you to a different store. I'd like to take you to your father at the blacksmith's, or you can stretch your legs to the lake."

Rachel opens her mouth to Pocan for a moment wondering at me for suddenly changing the subject out of embarrassment. But he immediately laughed with delight as he narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that smile, I wish these days would last forever.

That's all I hoped for.

♢

"It seems to be floating a long time"

"It's bad that Rachel is too cute"

"Really? Well, let's understand that it floats somewhat."

The invitees said they'd been home for a while, but I was stopping by the office to clean up the rest of the work. Only the aftertaste of dreams reminds me of earlier realities.

Cyril should be tired, too, but I didn't know you'd hang out this way.

So much so that you really do too much every day.

By contrast, I meant Ernesto, who I thought would put on the side of the future.

Originally, the body is stronger and the magic is better than the people. And it's easy to be liked by anyone who takes good care of you.

I was thinking of joining the Knights in the future and putting them as Kingsguards where I gained strength.

But given what's been going on here for a while, there's plenty of room for thought.

"Cyril, call Ernesto tomorrow."

"Yes. … you've got his bad side."

"Oh, it's thick on love. That would be a good place for him.

But if you take care of everything, you can destroy yourself. "

"Are you Miss Anna Carroll?"

Anna Carroll

It's still good for wandering around me.

But it's unacceptable to be sniffing around Rachel.

Besides, he doesn't feel like a fever while showing me the behavior to accompany him.

I don't understand why you act unintentionally even when it comes to me, so I give you a look that I really think you do.

You seem to be dealing with something you don't know what you're good at, and that's most of all creepy.

It seems to be approaching with some purpose, but what is its purpose.

That's immeasurable.

I hope this is a concern.

But I can't help but notice how obsessed I am today, and I've never been cautious.

"I'm not even thinking about scary things again."

"What?"

"You've come to resemble His Highness's face, Your Majesty."

"… on purpose. My hateful words."

Cottori, and a cup of tea is placed in front of him to raise his gaze.

Then Cyril turns her gaze at what she thinks.

I can't help but laugh at the tongue.

And I'm starting to look like your father.

I'm not conscious. But I don't feel good about resembling that cold dad.

"I guess. Your Highness's smile may be in your favor, but you must be acting like your father."

"With Zubazuba for something really unpleasant.

I respect you. "

"But he doesn't want to be."

When you look at Cyril unintentionally, Cyril loosens her face, which doesn't usually change much.

"Ha, no doubt" leaks a laugh from his mouth about it.

I can't even make you listen to such a light mouth outside.

But I dare you to lighten my heart, which I tend to embrace.

"Cyril, I'm always grateful"

"I guess. I'm ready to take the holidays whenever I have to."

"… it's to be pursued again"

"I guess."