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

"Rachel, do you know what you're talking about?

"Yes. Mother"

In front of me, my father with a stern face and my mother in bewilderment.

Why do my always sweet parents give me this look now?

Because it would be due to the consultation I just had with the two of you.

"I can't believe we're going on a long vacation to Busque territory..."

Yes, this word my mother said.

This is what broke the place of serenity and created a tingly, tense air.

"Rachel, I can't allow you not to say why. In Marcel's territory, Busque territory is a land that Rachel has never been to."

"Yes, sir."

"No, you don't understand. Why would you dare to be there? There will still be other places to think about even when traveling, why…"

I hesitate for my father to keep a stern face and more wrinkles between my eyebrows to say it.

I guess so.

Busque territory is a land surrounded by mountains.

If Marcel territory is a city of bright and vibrant harbours, Busque territory is a city protected by harsh and soaring snow mountains.

It would be difficult land for noble children to think of going on a trip. Whatever, the monastery that is said to be the toughest in this country.

It is the place where the monastery of Chantruille is located.

"That place has a Miss Katrina who is also involved with you."

"Yes, I know."

"I can't think about getting out of that monastery... but I don't think it's normal for me as a parent to want to be close."

"Yes... I think you're right about your father."

My parents, who knew that I would get along with Katrina, were alienated after my engagement with His Highness.

And I have no good feelings for the Higgins family for being spreading bad rumors at school.

Especially Katrina's parents, the former Marquis and Lady, said there was no popularity in the social world.

That's why Marquis Higgins says he and his wife are constantly rumored to be 'in a good mood' for hiding away.

Still, Katrina's brother is struggling to regain the fallen trust of the Marquis Higgins family.

But how many Marquis houses, once there are bad rumors, there are only a few houses to go out with.

Years can even get clawed down by the social community.

However, when I look at the current Marquis Higgins, some people say that it takes time, but I think I can regain my strength.

And until the rumors of Master Katrina, they don't flow here to the King's Capital.

Maybe you still resent me, and you think of me as a past.

I don't have the skill to know about it right now. Even after that incident, Your Highness may be independently examining her predisposition, but she doesn't dare raise it to the subject.

But I guess my father and mother still care about it.

My mother still peeks at my face worryingly.

"Why? Why do you have to go to Busque territory?

To that mother's inquiry, I bite my lips off.

"… I cannot go into details at this time."

"Then I'm done with this story.

Rachel, I want your hopes to come true as best I can.

Still, I can't snort at this "

To my answer, my father shook his neck sideways as he exhaled deeply.

And make it a word to cut the story off, sip the wine in front of you.

… Again, you can't just tell her you want me to go, can you?

The truth is, it has a purpose.

The fact that my time is back must have something to do with Anna remembering her previous life.

If so, my final period.

I thought there might be some clue on that spot.

Maybe it's my mistake, or maybe I don't have a hint on the spot.

… Still, my death.

Whether that is the trigger.

I can't seem to persuade my parents to stay like this, I'm sure I don't know anything, and I won't be able to hold anything in my hands in the future.

Yes, I inspire myself and stare at my father and mother jizzily.

And never mind, open your mouth.

"There…… is the key to lost power.

I think so. "

"What?"

To my words, my father waits for my words, which go on when he moves his eyebrows slightly.

In the last raw, I was sent to the monastery of St. Louis as a punishment for making mistakes.

But he was attacked by a thief in the woods in front of him entering Busque territory.

Looking back at past deaths for once.

And have you forgotten something important?

I want to look into that.

To do this, it is necessary to actually see, walk, and feel with your skin.

Whether you have a clue there or not.

A past where I was turning away because I was scared.

The fact that I kept daring to deviate.

Unless I face it, I won't be able to get anything.

"Besides... I need to know more about this country.

About this country, about the people, and the children of the land.

I want to see what I'm aiming for, and I want to know. "

It's where my parents died once, so I want to go there. I can't say.

But the real thing I can say right now.

I want the two of you, my favorite family, to know that.

On top of that, would you please send me out?

Turn your hopeful eyes to your parents.

Then my mother lowered her eyebrows to look at the troubled child, still gently lifting her mouth.

My mother looked at me with strong eyes after closing the eye lid as it was and breathing softly.

"... you know Dastan near Busque territory, right?

"Dastan…… Yes"

"That's where my sister married her."

"Right. You're Aunt Sybil."

Wait for the confused but continuing words of my mother in the name of my suddenly emerged aunt.

… while calming the expectation that maybe.

"It's a little far to stop there, but it's not unnatural to go through Busque territory."

"Mother!"

"Well, aren't you worried about Rachel?"

In response to me raising my joyful voice, my father turned his gaze to accuse me of not believing my mother.

But my mother takes such a father's gaze with such tender eyes.

"I'm worried. We over-protected this kid, and he grew up without the knowledge of the world.

But the place this girl wants is where we can't protect her. "

"……"

"And look into Rachel's eyes.

It's okay, because this kid has faith in being this kid.

I'm sure the time has passed for us to watch over you. "

The face of my mother, smiling lonely but delighted with its growth.

I'm sure you really want to disagree more.

My mother leans on me with a lid on that thought.

And my father, who has protected and loved me more than anyone since I was born.

Each of these two feelings comes directly to my chest and makes me almost overflowing with tears.

… but you can't cry.

Squeeze your hand and face slightly up.

Then I waited for my heart to settle down a little and turned my gaze to my mother again.

"Mother... why don't you ask me?

"You're not going to tell me, are you?

Then I can't help but ask.

But if you're ready, make sure you have the right minds. "

That's what I said. My mother's face looked many times stronger than mine.

My mother thought she was weak because she didn't look good on her tight face.

But that sounds like my mistake.

My mother is the Marquis Marcel.

It is the woman who has supported this Marquis behind her back and on the surface all the time, protecting this house.

… Someday, I want to be like this too.

I nodded forcefully, looking at my mother's face like that.

And when my father saw how we were, and muttered weakly, "Not at all..." he turned his gaze to me.

Those eyes are not powerful as a marquis.

It was a warm and serene thing that kept me tender from a very young age.

"Look, Rachel.

I don't need your magic back, if you're just fine and happy, that's fine. "

"Yes, Father"

"Absolutely. Don't grow up too fast...

I wish you were slower and bigger. "

My father, I guess, isn't really convinced yet.

About me going to Busque territory.

Still, I guess I'll keep thanking these parents for supporting me on my way in the end.

When I think about it, I feel sorry for myself for not being able to take more care of this life that these two gave me.

at the same time, now absolutely my father, my mother, and those around me.

You have to take care of yourself.

Bread and mother slap their hands in the moist air.

"Oh, if I told you that, Rachel would be an old lady."

And that's what I joked about and said, and the air is scattered sassy.

Not only did I realize that, but my father also deliberately exhaled a deep sigh when he laughed like trouble again.

"I don't do it to my daughter-in-law, but I feel lonely that I've already left my daughter-in-law"

"Well! That's not good. It's nice that Rachel has someone to love, just like you have me."

"... man, parents are complicated things."

Even with such a light-hearted slap at each other, I saw my parents with a gentle face, and I was just as "fuzzy" and overflowing with laughter from my mouth.