The Villainess Has No Regrets in this Life - Chapter 11

“Kyaaah! Rowenloa, what’s wrong?”

“Lady Rowenloa, are you alright?”

With the faces of Young Duke Posilia and Grace as the last thing I saw, my eyes slowly closed, and soon my world was filled with darkness.

And when I opened my eyes, a completely different world from Posilia’s villa was waiting for me.

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I grabbed my head, which was ringing with pain, and struggled to get up.

Contrary to my expectation of lying on a soft bed, where I was lying was somewhere like a white temple, as if the whole world was covered in snow.

Why did I think it was a temple, you ask…

Because in this Gellions Empire, the only place that could use white wallpaper was the temple inside the imperial palace.

A place I had only visited once in my past life.

What did I pray to God for at that time…

All my efforts to try to get along with Leila, all my actions to restore relationships with the people of Masipacius’ family… my family, had turned to bubbles, and at the moment when I was abandoned by Grace and the people of the Posilia ducal family after being falsely accused… what did I pray to God for?

That if I were to die so miserably, I didn’t want to be reborn.

Even if I were reborn, I didn’t want to live a life like that again.

I think that’s what I prayed for, the me back then.

“Are you awake? No… is it right to say you’re awake? This is inside your dream, after all.”

At that moment, a voice I had never heard before reached my ears.

I turned towards it in surprise.

There, a beautiful woman with pink hair was playing with something like a cute fairy beside her, looking at me.

I jumped up from my seat in surprise and took a step away from her.

“Don’t worry. I can’t harm you in your subconscious world. Oh, even if this wasn’t your subconscious world, I have no intention of harming you, you know?”

She seemed to pay little attention to me, playing with her finger with a sky-blue fairy floating beside her.

No, how can my head hurt so much as if it’s about to split open if this is my subconscious?

“The reason your head hurts is because this world is right in the middle of your subconscious and the real world. The reason you can think rationally is also thanks to that, so just understand it moderately.”

She started to respond as if she could read my thoughts.

Realizing that just staying still and being scared wouldn’t progress the situation, I slowly opened my mouth towards the pink-haired woman.

“Um… who…”

Hearing my words, she glanced at me, then sent the fairy she was playing with towards me and approached me step by step.

I didn’t avoid her.

“There’s a limit to living while suppressing your personality.”

I tilted my head, indicating that I didn’t quite understand her words.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m the one who gave another chance to your poor life that even adjusted your personality to fit the frame of nobility?”

I racked my brain hard at her words.

Gave another chance to my life…

Could it be that this person is the one who sent me back to the past at the moment of my death?

No, but from the point that’s possible, can we even call her a person…?

She burst into laughter as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

I felt embarrassed for no reason and avoided her eyes.

“In your words, you call it God.”

At her words, I looked at her with a surprised expression.

“Your prayer reached me. So I decided to send you back to the past with one condition.”

With a condition…?

Before I had a chance to ask her a question, she continued speaking.

“Wasn’t it strange? Your current way of thinking… It’s so different from the past when you were just a docile daughter of a marquis, isn’t it?”

I nodded at her words.

As she said, my current personality and thoughts were completely opposite to what I had thought in the past.

In the past, I tried to ignore and endure the bullying and gazes directed at me.

While watching Leila being loved, I might have thought it was enviable, but I never thought about wanting to take that love for myself.

…No, had I never thought about it?

I thought I shouldn’t.

Because I… had to be the obedient daughter of the pure and noble Marquis of Masipacius.

“In this life, you won’t be able to have the same mindset as what people commonly call noble ladies. So all your current actions are your true nature that you had suppressed in your past life. And it seems our Lord has found you very interesting.”

Lord…?

For a god to show respect, it means there’s a being higher than gods…

“Let’s just say it’s the God of gods, who can’t even be called a god by humans.”

Ah, this being could read my thoughts.

“He started writing your story as a novel. To be precise, He decided to share the story of you and Leila that’s being written automatically with other gods. Thanks to that, it was possible to send you back to the past.”

As I stared blankly at the god, she carefully approached me.

“And one more thing. That child Leila is also a child blessed by God.”

…Leila is a child blessed by God?

What does that mean…?

I became momentarily confused by the sudden flood of information, so I told her to wait a moment and started to organize my complicated thoughts.

After about ten minutes of trying to make sense of this incomprehensible situation in my head, I nodded, and she continued her story.

Or more precisely, she waved her finger and showed me something like a moving picture.

…Is that me when I was young?

That’s when I was learning horseback riding.

—Father. Please don’t let Rowenloa learn horseback riding.

…Brother Bershua?

—Hmm? Did something happen?

—Rowenloa is naturally gifted in both intelligence and physical skills. At this rate, I’ll be devoured by that child. We can’t stop her outstanding intelligence, but an outstanding body will become stiff if not used.

…Damn you, Bershua.

So the reason why Father suddenly told me to stop horseback riding was because of you?

In the moving picture, Father was looking at Bershua, who was making this ridiculous request, with very interested eyes.

—I thought you weren’t very interested in the position of the family head.

—I’ve just been hiding it because it would obviously look like greed if I showed it.

Father nodded as he looked at my brother.

—Yes, your mother said that opportunities should be provided equally to all children, but I think a bit differently. It’s right for the eldest son to become the family head. That’s right.

With that, Father immediately called the butler and ordered him to stop my horseback riding lessons.

The moving picture gradually blurred and then a completely different scene appeared before my eyes.

The scene that appeared before my eyes was of a woman I had never seen before, holding a baby in her arms and crying.

—It’s so heartbreaking that I can’t raise you in the marquis’ mansion because of your grandfather… but you must survive, my child…

And soon, a woman wearing a maid’s uniform from the marquis’ mansion approached the woman who was sobbing while holding the child.

—Miss!

—-…Mollin, thank you so much for coming.

Mollin?

Are you talking about Mollin, the current head maid of the marquis’ mansion?

—Please… protect this child…

The unidentified woman seemed to have breathed her last on the street, and Mollin, holding the child in her arms, opened her mouth as if she had made some decision.

—Just because the family went bankrupt, to give such a miserable end to our miss who loved her son so much… I will definitely protect this child, Miss.

Mollin held the child in her arms and headed towards the marquis’ mansion.

However, the former Marquis Masipacius, my grandfather who is no longer in this world, did not allow raising an unidentified child in the marquis’ mansion, and Mollin was ordered to leave the child and serve me.

While Mollin was distracted by my crying, grandfather had the butler send the child Mollin had left behind to a street orphanage, and Mollin was devastated.

…My father… he had a mistress.

When all the scenes ended, the moving pictures completely disappeared from my sight.

I staggered in shock and looked at the pink-haired woman.

She was looking at my reaction with interest.

“Find the common point in these scenes.”

“…Common point?”

Mollin, Father, Bershua…

If you ask me to find the common point between them, is it that they are the ones who are giving a lot of love to Leila now?

“No. Before giving love to Leila, they were the ones who disliked you, weren’t they?”

Hearing those words, I felt like I had been hit on the head.

Could it be…

“That’s right. Like in your past life, those who disliked you will naturally be drawn to Leila. And they will want to beg for her love and want to give her love. Should I call it a little prank played by another god who pitied Leila? Leila seemed to have vaguely noticed, but you didn’t realize it until the end and gave up on your life. If you had known, if you had noticed that fact, you might have been able to use that fact well.”

Hearing those words, I lost strength in my legs and collapsed on the floor.

Bershua disliked me.

Because he was afraid I might take the position of the head of the Masipacius marquis family.

Father disliked me.

Because Mother died after giving birth to me.

I know that Father’s love for Mother was quite special in its own way. So he couldn’t help but hate me. Of course, I don’t quite understand why such a person had a mistress, but still.

Mollin also disliked me.

Because while serving me, she lost the child of the miss she had been serving.

That must have been Leila.

It felt like all the puzzles in my head were finally coming together.

“Gods are fairer than you think. Just as people who dislike you come to like Leila, people who dislike Leila are bound to be drawn to you. And since I created you in this life, Leila will also receive a gift that she didn’t have in her past life. Of course, that’s a secret.”

…Is this god trying to play games with me?