The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!! (WN)

Let me give you some answers.

After getting dressed and bathing, think about Marieta while eating the meal Ann prepared for me.

What do you mean, with kids? Marieta is now fourteen or fifteen because she is my classmate. A distant sister of your age, did you bring your niece? Or did you protect it somewhere?

No, can I bring a little kid to the academy before then?

“Hey Ann. What was Marieta’s child like?

“That’s right. She was an adorable one-year-old girl with pink hair and amber eyes.”

Pink hair… Is it Marieta’s blood?

I wonder if my sister or niece theory is powerful.

As I finished my meal and had tea with that in mind, someone came to visit the room, so Ann went out to deal with it.

We have a two-word, three-word conversation at the entrance, and Ann comes back to the room.

“Ma’am, you see the lady earlier. Your name is Marieta Zalomon.”

Marieta Zaromon? Not Marieta Prea?

No, does the mother change her last name if she gets married? If his name is Marieta and his hair is pink, he decides it would be Marieta, the heroine I know, and gives Anne instructions to put him through the room.

It was Marieta, as I expected, who came into the room with Anne after a while, but I’m amazed at how she looks.

When I met her as a kid, she was stretching Sarah’s hair all the way to her chest, and in the maiden game, she braided her long hair and put it together cutely in the back of her head, but now she’s… she’s a shortcut.

That’s berry short, too. Much shorter than the boys students I saw inside the college today.

The face is neat, so it’s very cute even if it’s short, but what the hell happened to its head? No, it suits you, but what’s really up? The heroine in the maiden game…

Becoming such a boyish girl, she stands in front of me in confusion and nicks with a fluffy pink-haired girl in her arms.

“Uh… all the time. Oh, Marieta? Long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been nine years, Isabella!! I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again. I really wanted to write to you, but I didn’t know where to go.”

Oh, well. Did you have a hand in saying that I would contact you by letter? I had no idea.

I’m sure if I asked you, Ursh, you could have checked the address and delivered the letter, but I wouldn’t see you until I got into some kind of college = I assumed I wouldn’t be able to reach you.

“Uh, sorry. You should have sent a letter from me. I didn’t think of it.”

“It’s okay, because Isabella doesn’t know my address either.”

No, if I looked it up, they would have looked it up. I’m really sorry.

Apologizing with all my heart, I turn my gaze to the baby moving with Ugo in Marieta’s arms.

“Uh, Marieta. I think I’m tired of standing with my kids in my arms, so sit down first.”

Speaking so, Marieta sits down in the chair Ann pulled.

When Marieta sits down, Ann quickly prepares the tea and serves it in front of Marieta with the tea treats.

I cut her out quickly when I was in a good position to talk.

“Hey Marieta. I’m sorry we’re going to have to ask again, but… what’s wrong with her? And why is your last name changing?

“I’m married. So, this is my daughter Bella. I’m almost a year old. Students with children were exempt from today’s admission ceremony, so I came to see them during the day, but on second thought, Isabella was at the admission ceremony, wasn’t she? I’m so upset. Yeah, well, my room is in the College Mother’s and Child’s Dormitory, so come visit me next time.”

Wait. Wait, Marieta. Too much information, and the scratch won’t chase you.

First, getting married and giving birth?

What the hell is a heroine in a maiden game like a wife with children at the beginning of a story called college enrollment?

From the hero’s setup, let’s start the maiden game.

And then…

“Uh. Your daughter’s name…” Bella. ”

“Yes!! I took a name from Isabella. May this child be my other hope.”

Oh well… I’m the original name…

Alice calls me Bella, but this doesn’t make a mess of names.

“So, my husband is Mr. Zalomon”

“Yes, we moved to a land where wine was famous. As far as I can see, there’s a huge orchard, where your mother and aunt work at the wine factory, and I used to go and help out sometimes, but one day I was going to import a new machine to bottle wine, and a few technicians came from the Kingdom of Metalia, the importer of the machine to install and manage it.”

“The Kingdom of Metalia says 70% of its people are Dwarves, on the other side of the Tooth House Empire?

“Yes! One of the engineers who came at that time was the father of this child.”

“By the way, your husband’s race…”

“Of course it’s Dwarf. He married me because he came to live in this country as it was. Now he’s working on the machine at the local wine factory, waiting for me to come home from graduation.”

What should I do? The more I ask, the more information I get, the more complicated I feel.

There’s too much information at a level I can’t do with ‘You’ve changed each other’s lives’ to keep up with acquaintances I’ve been away from for a long time.

I don’t even know if I can call him an acquaintance in the first place. There’s only one level of contact, but at the time you’re taking my daughter’s name from me, it could already be overcapacity. I have trouble commenting.

And my husband, he’s separated from my daughter-in-law as well as my daughter, but is that good?

“I know the admission ceremony is dangerous and exempt if you bring a child, but doesn’t admission itself constitute an exemption in the first place?

“I won’t make it. People with established powers of magic are obliged to enroll, so they are obliged to enroll even if they have children.”

“I don’t think there were many students gathered at the admissions ceremony for that. I gathered them from all over the country, but they were the kind of people that fit in the auditorium.”

“Oh, that’s because students who come from afar on boarding carriages and stuff, they come late. So there’s seven days of subject solicitation, 10 days of respite until class starts.”

“Sure, it’s hard to get around with other people with kids or something. It would be nice to have a train running in the area where you live, but most of the territory where the tracks are not crossed. Besides, trains are not cheap, so some students won’t be able to ride.”

“I get some subsidies out of the territory, but some people think about floating that money. But sometimes it’s an exemption.”

“Even though having a child doesn’t make you an exemption?

“Yes. Register as an adventurer and don’t enroll kids who are already working as magicians. In the first place, adventurers operate across countries and are not included in the public because they don’t pay taxes and stay in accommodation.”

“Some adventurers settle in with their houses, right?

“But I’m going out of the country right away at work, and if I’m asked to nominate, I’m going out to work, so I’m not at class. If you retire, return your license and settle down, you’ll be a resident of the land. But by then, I’ll be over the age limit for admission.”

Speaking of which, when you fought the Colors Collector, the adventurer’s twin-tailed sister, who was putting up a defensive wall, wasn’t old enough to be a college student, but she didn’t feel like she was in college.

“Oh. It’s not the country the Adventurer belongs to, it’s the Adventurer Alliance.”

“That’s right. So if you sign up for the Adventurer Alliance, you don’t have a country to belong to, so you can stay in the country if you want to be an Adventurer.”

“What?”

What’s this all about? You’re in exile, so you’re not supposed to leave the country?

If you don’t know what it means and you’re out of line, Marieta will give you a supplementary explanation.

“There may be differences between national laws, but at least under the laws of the surrounding allies, expulsion from the country and deportation from the country and entry bans are different. Even if you leave the country in exile, if you register as an adventurer outside the country, you’ll have no problem getting into this country for work. So it’s okay to sign up for adventurers in guilds outside the country and come back and stay in the country.”

“Marieta… you knew exactly how to get out of that law.”

“Something I haven’t repeated in my life to Date. Anyway, if you lose the protection of this country and you’re not a citizen, then you become an adventurer, you’ll be deported from the country. In addition to being deported from the country, people with heavy penalties will also be told no entry, but if they change their name or identity in another country, they will be able to come back.”

“Hey, in Marietta’s repeated life, has Isabella ever been deported from the country?

“There’s no real Isabella, but there’s a fake Isabella. They also said no entry, so I left the country. But then he couldn’t keep up, so I don’t know where he went.”

To the real Isabella, the fake Isabella.

Wolsh, can you answer me if the predictions you told me earlier fit?

I stepped out and asked Marietta a a whisper in her ear.

“Remember that warning Marietta used to give me?

“Yeah, I remember.”

That’s how Marieta answered, turning her gaze toward Chirali and Ann.

“Let me give you some answers. Marieta said the girl who takes my life, and the fake Isabella, are you talking about Ann’s twin sister there, Mary?