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

It’s a reunion dance.

In the meantime, I decided to move because it’s also something for students to talk about where they are gathering to campfire.

Go into the main school building, which is open as an evacuation area, and look for empty rooms, but leave for the aerial garden on a large semi-circular balcony because there was no place where we could talk about something quite important.

There are no students coming to the boulder to see the air garden at this hour, and there was nobody here, including the staff, so we decide where to be, Ursh, you and I will hold the balcony railings and look down at the burning staff building.

“So… who the hell is the one who planted the Devil’s Eye of the Seven Sins on me and artificially tried to create the Devil King?

Sure, at that time, Ursh said, ‘I know someone too, Ursh, a man you hate so much that you’ll never see again’.

I still don’t have anyone in mind, so I was curious.

“Do you remember the day Isabella came to visit me at my workshop and imitated a creature called Gorilla?

“Forget it. Forget about me.”

Now that I think about it, there was no array in front of the boy I liked. Shame on you, it’s black history, forget about it as soon as possible, Mr. Ursh.

But Ursh, you ruthlessly shook your head to the side and refused.

“No, you can’t. My memories of my precious days with Isabella, even if it’s Isabella’s favor, will never be forgotten. Isabella herself and every minute I spend with Isabella are my treasures, so I won’t lose them and I won’t give them to anyone. Even if it’s the other self.”

The other himself? What is it, Sole?

Could it be that you, Ursh, are still burning your rivalry consciousness at Ursh, the “Love Magical” game character I used to play in my previous life?

But I already like you better than Ursh, who was a subcharacter of the game, who is in front of me now in reality, so I hope I don’t have to worry.

Speaking of which, during the day, you were jealous of wearing the costume you created, Game Ursh.

Well, in a way, that’s all I got, Ursh, because I could GET your stripped, hoyahoya Tsunagi.

By the way, I’m not going to give this snail back.

I’m fourteen years old, Villain Lady, and I’m going to borrow my fiancée’s work clothes and puke. But instead, I’ll give you a new snail later. Let’s also embroider the name. My embroidery skills are neither acceptable nor impossible and not funny at all, but you, Ursh, would laugh and forgive me.

While I’m thinking about it, Ursh, you keep talking.

“For the first time that day, I appraised Isabella’s status with the Eye of the King of Greed, and at that time, there was a phenomenon that I had never experienced before in the appraisal results.”

“A phenomenon you’ve never experienced?

“Yes, on top of Isabella’s status appraisal that day, there was a message sent to me.”

“Yeah?”

Oh, I don’t know what that means.

There’s a message for you, Ursh, on top of the status display that came out of the appraisal?

How do you get a message on top of a status display with no entity?

I mean, why is it addressed to you, Ursh? Wolsh, I knew you were gonna appraise me that day. Did someone put you on board? No, that can’t be right. I’m not supposed to have acted as planned.

Wait, wait, wait. Before that, the person who did the divorce (haha) move (purposefully) said to keep a message addressed to someone on top of someone else’s status sucks.

The level of transcendental skill to say that maybe he is the Demon King is too much to keep up with understanding.

“Uh… I don’t know, does that mean I was pigeoned before I knew it? When the hell?”

What the hell is that? I’m also lightly angry, and I’m too scared from what I mean.

“One day on earth, when asked, before Isabella was reincarnated. When Isabella was still a” Nihongine “woman, she was also sent a message along with the Seven Crimes Skills.”

“Mm-hmm. What was that? Sure, in the next life, that means someone who crossed the world line and time from today’s world and embedded their skills in me in a previous life, even put a message on it together?

What? I’m really scared of that.

You mean the message from the bad guys who tried to create an artificial demon king with me, right? It would be confusing and difficult to explain if such a thing was sent by name in an incomprehensible delivery method.

“That’s right. Having embedded the Seven Crimes Skills in Isabella in that message and evolving all of those skills will make the Demon King. And it says what he thinks, and it says to leave the task of evolving that skill to me. But it looks like he had a miscalculation, too, and it was definitely addressed to” I, “but it was a message to” Me attending the School of Magic. ”

Oh, my God… Even though the delivery specified date and time arrived significantly incorrectly, the shock that a six-year-old boy would suddenly be entrusted with such unscrupulous tasks by name is immeasurable.

If a normal six-year-old is entrusted with the creation of the Demon King, his load will be too heavy and he will be halfway there. I may not understand the content of the message sappily before then.

Wolsh, I understood what you were talking about, and I didn’t notice, so I kept my mouth shut until today.

… Whatever you think. You were six years old at the time, Ursh, and the specs are too high.

“So, who the hell is that flying man? They said I knew someone, but as far as I know, I don’t pretend to think of someone with such a broken performance…”

You’re the best cheat I’ve ever known, Ursh, but I feel you’re in a far different dimension than that Ursh.

Where the hell would anyone interfere with an acquaintance’s previous life to embed their skills and then insert a message?

“… it’s me. I grew up on another world line without meeting Isabella, and I did it.”

“Ah! Then I’m convinced.”

OK, got it.

Surely there is no one else who could possibly do that, other than you, Ursh.

Yeah, well, you look at me with your neck up, Ursh.

“Isabella? Aren’t you angry?

“Huh? Why?

“Because I, on the parallel world line, experimented with Isabella, trying to create the Demon King?

“Yeah, I just heard that.”

“Aren’t you angry at me? Don’t you hate me?

“Huh? Yeah? Why do I hate you, Ursh? Wolsh, that’s not what you did.”

“It’s me.”

No, Ursh, it’s you, but Ursh, it’s not you. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to you, Ursh?

In the first place, Ursh, you said during the day that you and Game Ursh were different men. The speech is at odds with the day.

Is this an alley? It’s amazing, the game that created the amazing thing Ursh is a different man from himself, and the game that did the bad thing Ursh feels the same as himself, and he only carries the negative side?

No, you cut it off that negative side is what someone else did!!

In fact, Ursh in this world, you didn’t do anything!!

Forgive me, seriously. Ursh Snabble in a parallel world!! Your bluff makes my fiancée feel weird guilty and burdened and low on self-esteem!!

“Eh, I knew it wasn’t what you did, Ursh. I can’t find a good analogy, but in a situation where I know, for example, that a single egg twin brother did something wrong, the twin brother said,” Me and my brother are the same, so I did the same thing. That’s why I’m here to apologize. I’m sorry, ‘even if you came to apologize,’ No, no, it’s not you. I did it. My brother himself came to apologize, ‘right? Can’t you see that it’s the same gene… Eh, he’s a different person even if he looks the same person with the same blood on him!!

“But the twin brothers aren’t even with their souls, are they? Me and that Ursh Snabble are the same people on the parallel world line…”

“Yikes!! It’s already a pain in the ass!! Then eat your teeth right now!!

“Huh?”

Pokane to my words, Ursh, to your cheek, eating as much flat handed beating as you wish.

‘Bachin’ sounded in the airborne garden illuminated by lights from the burning staff building.

Ursh, you put your hand on the cheek that was struck by me, and it’s still pocan.

And when I say… He was sweating cold, holding his heart beating the early bell with tremendous speed.

Oh, my God, I’m so glad! I managed to help!!

My flat-handed, Ursh, I’m so glad your head and body didn’t break up forever (Eternal Goodbye)!!

It’s an inner back-buck, but I leave it to the momentum to say it off.

“It’s all chara now in the flat!! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I don’t think you’re bad at all, Yes, this matter is settled!! End!!”

“What? Huh?

“‘Huh?’ Bye!! Even though it’s over!! Yes, is there anything else I should tell you?

“Uh… oh, yeah? Um… yeah, with that message, I was named” The Great Sage “in the parallel world.”

Oh, hey, hey!!

“So,” The Great Sage “is you. Huh!!

“Uh oh, I still only have ‘sage’ skills myself… That’s, yeah.”

The moment I hear that, I tackle and hug you, Ursh.

“Wow Isabe… Ghoo…!!

“Yes, Secure Eh!!” The Great Sage “secured – eh!! Successful catch!!

The moment I accomplished The Great Sage Live Catch Quest, which I considered Marieta, the light music played out.

For a moment I thought it was a quest accomplishing melody, and apparently the dance started around the campfire.

“All right, Mr. Ursh. Let’s go dancing, too. It’s a reunion dance.”

Keep holding you, Ursh, and try to drag you back to the burning staff building.

Ursh, did you have painful feet hitting the steps as you descended the stairs, or were you hanging on me with both legs floating along the way?

When you laughed because you looked strange, Ursh laughed because you were followed.

When the two of us join the dance circle laughing, we jump around with each other’s left arms in a groove.

By the way, there is no dance in this world to hold against like waltz or tango.

Maybe this is my prediction, but I think the brain-muscled terroir that thinks it’s indefensible to expose each other’s backs to others in situations where both arms are blocked affects them.

The result is this dance where the rough guys dance with one hand on the jock in the tavern. Honestly, there’s nothing colourful about it.

But I quite like the culture of saying that dancing is something to make a scene when it’s fun or when you should cheer up.

Wolsh, laughing with you, bouncing with glue.

It’s okay. We can do it.

We still have no idea what the Demon King is or what the Great Sage was thinking, but we can do it laughing and trusting each other.