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

"Louis, aren't you there?

In an effort to get the materials that Louis was asking for, I went to Prince Wang's office because I was free of time, but I came to the front of the room and realized that there was no such person.

Thinking about what to do in front of the room for a while, Cyril just walked in front with a ton of paperwork.

Cyril distorts her face slightly annoyingly when she notices me, but soon returns to her usual faceless expression.

No, no.

I know what you said in your heart. Well, it's funny that Cyril and Louis are trying to get along, so I'll admit it's too much.

Louis was particularly lacking in childishness, so I felt more comfortable knocking him down, as if he had had another brother since he was a little girl.

Cyril, who's already on that side, played with him, but he's really not comfortable with me.

Couldn't I have surprised you and made you cry the other way around, trying to show you magic and please you when you were little...

Or are you talking about the arrow that forced me to swim because I was worried about not being able to swim?

Or...

There are too many things to determine the cause.

So are my brothers, but thank God I don't treat kids very well. I'm going to play him, but I remember him crying a lot.

Of those, Louis was the only one who seemed to observe me with interest.

Besides, since the first time he met me, he's been insisting on all the forbidden tricks with an angelic face. On the side where Cyril and his brother are crying, only Louis will always let his eyes shine with pleasure.

Well, he's not a common kid, so it won't help.

And now Cyril has become so splendid... well, okay.

"What's wrong?

"I asked Louis for some material, did you hear anything?

"Oh, if that's the case, I'm keeping it. This way please."

Having said that, he was led to the room next to Prince Wang's office. This is the auxiliary's room, but it is rare to enter this room because Cyril is always on Louis' side when she has business.

"Go ahead and hang over there."

"Ah."

"Please wait a moment. … Sure, here."

When I sit on the recommended solo sofa, Cyril goes to check a bunch of paperwork piled up on her desk.

You know how to grasp all the paperwork you've accumulated that far.

I am unwittingly impressed by how Cyril is doing. And looking out the window in a shabby way, a beautiful blue sky catches my eye.

Nevertheless.

Where did Louis go? I wonder if he's the only one who does basic work when school is off.

"So, where did Louis go?

"... Your Highness is out on the lake."

"Lake? Why again? Ah, a date."

Cyril's hand, searching for the materials, moved quickly to my inquiry. And opened plenty of time, Cyril answered pale.

Louis is the lake...

Doesn't look good at all.

Whatever you think, a waste of time, such as dating.

Even though my fiancée and I seem to think it's enough for a tea party. I didn't know you would bother to take a carriage to a place that would take up to three hours round trip.

"You've really changed."

"Yeah, it's changed."

"... are you happy?

"What?"

"You're the one who's worried about Louis the most. You're in a mood aura that you're relieved of Louis being human."

"… stop reading people's aura"

No matter how prickly you say it, Cyril's wrapped air is very gentle and warm.

For Cyril, who has always been with us since birth, Louis' change will be astonishing.

But this is good. I really think so.

"Love is amazing."

"Did you want to get married?

"No way. You're not marrying me.

They're pathetic. "

"Really? … Here it is."

Cyril asks me a few questions, but doesn't seem interested in answering them at all.

And when he found one file, he gave it to me. I receive it and when I open the file I see it flowing paper caught inside.

Written there are details of events scheduled in a month's time.

And that's where the information I wanted to know was.

"Spirit Summoning Ritual Participating Students"

Natalia Abbott.

Farman Woodon.

Mathias Mishaw

Anna Carroll

The annual Spirit Summoning Ritual.

All magic formations, junctions and preparations for calling are performed by the Magic Division.

The Spirit is not always around. It will require the strength of several magicians and prior preparation to invoke them.

And the person in charge this year says I am.

"Hmm, not much this year"

"Right. The truth is, there were already two planned, but one is a monastery, right?

The other one is Miss Rachel. "

"Abbey... the one who rushed the prototype."

To the word monastery, I recall what happened a few months ago. He said something that seemed interesting in his conversation with Samuel, so he was making a prototype with the skilled technician of the magic props and the intention of playing.

He asked me where Louis was from and asked me to make it so he could use it as soon as possible.

I really even think his information network is horrible.

Well, it seems that one of the students who was the subject of this spiritual summons left school because of that.

And Miss Rachel.

She doesn't have enough magic, even though she has a contract with Black Cat. Even if we were to make a covenant with other spirits, we would not be able to withstand the load on the ritual of summons.

"This Anna Carroll is the problematic kid you saw in the debutante during this time."

"… Yes. I was wondering if the magic score was excellent and the amount of magic was the highest among the students of the last few years"

"If you're right about this material, there's a chance that you can call the Mid-level Spirit."

Looking at the letter "Anna Carroll" on the dossier reminds me of the day of the debutant.

That strange airborne girl.

Words and deeds were terrible, but the surrounding air was quiet. There is an atmosphere that the Spirit seems to like.

… but she has some secrets.

Yes, like Miss Rachel.

As I put my hand against my chin and contemplate it, I see Cyril frowning in my sight.

For Cyril, I guess this Anna guy is a pain in the ass bringing trouble to Louis.

As far as I'm concerned, whether it's Miss Rachel or Miss Carroll, I'm not willing to reveal that secret.

It stinks.

It's other human resources.

You can use your special powers when you need them. That doesn't change my mind.

… Well, you've finished your errands.

"Then I'll take this.

Say hello to Louis. "

"Yes."

Close the file and call Cyril once you get up off the couch. Plus, I hear Cyril respond, and I lift her up and gently wave her hand straight to the door, leaving the room behind.

I notice Louis walking in front of me as I walk down the hallway in the royal palace trying to get to the practice area of the sorcery division. Behind it is a rogue.

Whoa, are you home?

"Yo, you said you were going home on a date?

"Oh, Theodore. Have you received any material from Cyril for the Spirit Summoning Rite? I'll give it to you now if you haven't already."

"No, it's here. So, did you enjoy the lake?

"... Oh, right. It was fun."

Is that it?

I feel uncomfortable that Louis' expression is different from the usual and he smiles happily in words he intends to say. I didn't even know you'd say anything about knowing I'd been to the lake.

Unexpectedly, I asked Roger, "What's wrong with this guy?" Asked Roger, "he remained a serious face.

"Ha. Looks like they sent you a good holiday"

"I have no idea."

I scratch my head unexpectedly and sigh one more sigh.

"Did something happen with Miss Rachel?

"Whether it's there or not, I won't say it."

Louis waves his shoulders wide in plain sight at Miss Rachel's name, floating a sweet and gentle color in her eyes.

But he immediately returns his expression to the usual state and says, "Kippie."

Wow, I don't need the color as if I blossomed a rose in this waste.

And the happy aura hasn't turned off.

There's definitely something going on here.

And it's pretty good.

Daita, Miss Rachel and I thought so.

"Well, good for you"

I felt so smudged by Louis' unprecedented appearance. And when I slap Pompom and Louis on the shoulder, I just leave him saying, "See you later," and he starts moving his legs again.

After a short time from behind, I heard footsteps for two people moving away.

As I walk, I drop my gaze on the file at hand.

And I remember one girl I was talking to Cyril about earlier. I couldn't help but notice that I felt something like chest noise on my face for some reason from earlier.

… I hope there is nothing like this.

Imitation that breaks the peace of Louis obtained at the corner is not tolerated by boulders.

If that happens, as a friend, I may not lend you a hand as a brother...

As much as I think about not even being in that pattern, I wish Louis and Miss Rachel a happy future.