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

I, Samuel Emonier, have been uncomfortable ever since I got my mind on it.

He was born as the fifth and youngest son of the Baron Emonier family, but from an early age he said 'no sister' had troubled his parents.

I was also more interested in cooking than eating, and when my brothers were running around in the mountains, I was the only one in the kitchen.

And most importantly, I should have had someone who cared more about me than anyone else, but who is that? I'm not even sure there was such a person in the first place.

I've always had this strange feeling of moya.

But I understood where that discomfort clearly came from when I fell into the river and hit my head against a rock in the middle of fishing at the age of ten.

Suddenly various memories ran through my head, and I remembered that I was not who I was in a world that was not this world.

Yes, it's called a previous life.

Did I want my sister so much in my previous life because I had one?

Did you like the kitchen because you were a cook before?

And I felt like I was looking for someone the whole time, it was about that kid.

When you remember my last life, there's always a little, cuter girl behind it than me.

The kid was always nostalgic for me, and he laughed happily when he found me, and he was always happy that it would taste good if I cooked.

I also went for the cook because of the kid's "Yummy! Makoto is a genius! 'I think what a happy laugh it triggered me to like it more than anything else.

Important to me... special child.

Still, cowardly I was turning away not to see favors from her.

I was older, and I didn't have any special academic skills or looks. I'm not good at anything but the fact that I like cooking, and as much as I thought I was a really mediocre person.

Conversely, childhood tamed apricots grew cute year after year and always looked dazzling around her as a bright sun shined.

So I thought I'd notice apricots by the time I went to high school or college.

The emotion I had toward me was intimacy, not love.

It's like kindergarten kids having a pale first love for their teachers, and I'm sure their first love for apricots is coming up.

That's what I was telling myself.

Still, I thought I was good.

If he had a special opponent for apricots and that's the guy who cares about apricots.

I'm sure I would have sincerely blessed you.

If she was smiling happily with glitter and big eyes, like she did when she ate my dishes.

Still, that day.

That time the apricot was about to get hit by a truck.

I couldn't afford to think about it and ran selflessly obsessed.

I pulled an apricot arm and held it to shelter. I desperately needed to help this kid alone somehow.

But given that the memory I remember is that far away and that I don't remember anything from then on, I'm sure it was instant death.

Was the apricot helpful?

Even now, that's all I care about, but I don't regret my actions.

I'm sure I'll do the same no matter how many times I go back in that moment.

The only thing I wish for is that the apricots are helping.

Still, I don't even have the skill to know that right now.

I just can't help but think that it would be nice if the apricots were happy in a different world than here: Japan.

Myself, I was able to accept the previous life even though the confusion was equivalent, and I was able to go down the road of a cook again.

Moreover, it was also found that apparently this world was different from the previous life, but that Japanese ingredients were neither available nor available.

So, as far as I'm concerned, I was wondering if this life would be okay again.

Until I reunite with Apricot.

"Makoto is named Samuel! Besides, I'm glad it hasn't changed much, as much as my hair and eyes have turned brown."

"Oh. Apricots don't change their names much with Anna. And you're as cute as ever."

"Become!... Makoto... that hasn't changed at all"

Apricots who cried a lot in my chest now sit next to me happy with Nico and don't try to get away from me like a chick who won't leave her parents. Besides, I was crying until just now, and I thought I was laughing next time, and now I'm suddenly blushing my face and pointing my lips in embarrassment.

But it's like an apricot where the expression changes like this, and I can't help but be really cute.

When he stroked his head naturally like he had gone back in time, the apricot shook his body like surprised again, and then when he took my hand on the apricot's head seriously he narrowed his eyes with joy, "... it's Makoto's hand".

"My hand?

"Yeah. Big, hardened skin... hands filled with kindness more than anyone"

"I use fire and water all the time, so you're not really a beautiful hand to show people"

"That's not true! You can cook dishes that make people smile so much out of these hands!

Reminds me of the kid who used to say the same thing to me about that apricot word.

'Makoto-kun's hands sound magical. It's really amazing how you can make something so delicious out of this hand.'

Apricots with serious eyes to complain to me.

I can understand that the appearance is completely different from when I was Japanese, with pink hair in my yellow eyes, but it is still apricots in front of me.

In contrast, the nature and the mind are filled so that the gaps that have been vacant can be filled, and joy springs up.

Even then we talked about the environment we were born and raised in in this world, or about our previous lives, as if we were burying each other's time.

Because Lady Rachel, who guessed the situation, gave us time and place to discuss it often.

"... Nevertheless, Virgin,"

"Yeah. I was surprised to be reborn into that game heroine too"

I feel uncomfortable with the apricot language.

Games? What are you talking about games?

After opening his eyes to me with a pocan look on his face, the apricot also surprised me, this time he started laughing like it erupted.

"Liar! Makoto didn't notice? This is the last time I've seen Makoto-kun in the world of games! See, His Royal Highness Prince Wang is the main hero..."

"Your Highness is the main hero? Meg's maiden game."

Speaking of which, I think I had some memories of that.

Nevertheless, it was a long time ago for me, so I can't remember it so clearly.

Besides, I thought it was a different world than Japan, but I never thought it was a game world.

But there are parts of me that are convinced to hear it.

Magically to the Spirit...... I've never noticed it before when they say it, but it's the world of games and comics.

It has always been normal since I was born and raised, so I never felt uncomfortable around it even after the memory of my previous life came back.

Whatever you say, I am stronger in my consciousness that I am Samuel Emonier, no matter what I remember from my previous life.

The apricots against me, from what I've just heard, probably had considerable distress until I got here.

Now both my memory as Anna Carroll and my memories of apricots from my previous life seem to blend as well as mine, because until then, they only had memories of apricots.

Moreover, since then, I had gradually lost my memory of apricots......

How much help did the apricots ask for?

When I think about it, I only get frustrated with myself for thinking about cooking.

But more than that... first.

"Apricot, well done"

First, good luck with her.

Apricots that I would have fought alone.

I want to take all of her thoughts all over my body. That was all I had.

Once upon a time, while stroking the apricot's head as she always did when she was about to cry, in that words, the apricot shook her neck vertically over and over again, biting her lips to endure crying, tears in her big eyes.

"Don't put up with me because I'm the only one watching.... I'm sorry to be alone. I'm sorry I couldn't help you.

... Still, I'm glad to see you again "

Hold the apricot head with your arms so that you can hold it and put the apricot head on your own shoulder. Then the apricot started crying out loud again, like he had cut a weir.

I held the apricot to my full strength until the apricot stopped crying.

Now I won't leave the apricots alone anymore.

Definitely protect it, with determination.