Even if the Villain's Daughter Regresses

Laila’s complexion turned pale as she saw the tray in Marie’s hands, specifically the tea cup on it.

 

“I suddenly feel sick.”

“Even so, you must drink this tea.”

 

Marie placed the tray with the teacup on Laila’s lap. The firm gesture made Laila groan.

 

“Good morning, Marie.”

“Hello, Sir Taylor! We saw each other yesterday, and here we are again today.”

“We saw each other the day before yesterday, too.”

“And even the day before yesterday.”

 

In the past few days, Marie and Taylor, who seemed to have become closer than before, began exchanging meaningless banter.

Laila, squinting and smiling broadly as she watched Marie playfully pat Taylor’s sturdy arm, was thinking deeply.

Should she bring a potted plant into the bedroom? If she placed it right next to the bed, she could pour the tea on it when the opportunity arose…

Just as Laila was imagining a perfect crime scenario, a fork with a piece of fruit appeared in front of her eyes.

Soon, a whisper reached her ears.

 

“Finish your tea and eat this.”

 

The whisper, mixed with a breath, tickled her ear.

 

“……Yes, thank you.”

 

Taking the fork, Laila absentmindedly brushed her cheek.

Though summer was still a long way off, it seemed the days were already getting warmer.

 

6: The Meaning of Your Death

 

 

After examining Laila’s knee, Elvin sighed and straightened his posture.

 

“It looks like it’s going to leave a scar.”

 

Elvin said with a somewhat saddened expression, but Laila didn’t think much of it.

Oh well.

That could happen.

She was serious. Whether scars appeared on her body or not, Laila wasn’t particularly concerned.

There were other things she needed to worry about.

 

‘Where and how will I get injured next year?’

 

No, more than that…

 

‘What prophecy am I supposed to make?’

 

She had already disclosed future events to the villain three times based on her supposed visions, the latest being not long ago.

Laila was already starting to worry about the fourth one.

The reason was simple.

 

‘I just can’t think of plausible events.’

 

Before regression, Laila hadn’t really paid much attention to events happening outside.

It was her nature. She lived her whole life that way, and died.

But now, trying to recall the memorable events from back then, along with their precise timing, was not an easy task.

The limitations were clear.

 

‘Should I just pretend that I suddenly stopped having prophetic dreams?’

 

She had made three prophecies so far.

In other words, three years had passed.

 

‘With this much time passed, they probably won’t try to take Sion from me again.’

 

Laila remembered what she had ‘prophesied’ last year.

In the abandoned mountains to the west, a treasure was found.

Marquis Hildegarde benefited financially at the time, thanks to Laila.

 

‘Ah, with that money back then… I suppose it covered the cost of receiving Sion.’

 

Calculations were done.

After making her decision, Laila pondered how she could naturally reveal the loss of her ability, which was fabricated from the beginning, to the villain.

At that moment, Elvin interrupted with a chart in hand.

 

“Then, I’ll give you the results of your examination.”

 

Laila stopped her thoughts immediately and prepared to listen.

Elvin began explaining in a serious tone.

 

“Your height has increased by five centimeters compared to last year. That’s within the normal range.”

“Yeah.”

“Your weight gain is appropriate relative to your height growth.”

“Yes.”

“Your heart rate is normal, your blood circulation is good, and your body temperature is normal…”

 

Similar statements continued on.

In short, the conclusion was that she’s ultimately very healthy.

 

“You’re healthy again this year; congratulations.”

“Thank you!”

“You’re the only one at your age who comes regularly for check-ups like this.”

 

Laila smiled silently.

Her wish to live until ninety had been long-standing. Even before regression, Laila had consistently troubled Elvin.

 

“Anyway, besides wishing you good health, I don’t have anything else to tell you. The wound on your knee should heal well. There’s no sign of infection.”

“Yeah. That’s good, then.”

 

Laila responded honestly.

A scar.

In truth, even if it had appeared on her face instead of her knee, Laila wouldn’t have cared much.

Occasionally, some noble ladies consider a beautiful face and a clean body as precious as life itself.

It was a sentiment Laila couldn’t relate to.

To her, the only thing more precious than life was life itself.

 

‘Maybe this way of thinking comes from having died multiple times.’

 

Whether she was pretty or not didn’t matter.

In her past lives, Laila died solely because she was Hildegarde.

That was it.

 

‘It might be much better if I could stop being Hildegarde, even if it meant having a messed-up face…’

 

Laila imagined something impossible in reality as she got up from her chair.

She has heard the results of her health check-up; there is no reason to stay in Elvin’s office any longer.

 

“I’m going.”

“Oh, miss.”

“Yes?”

“It’s about Sion.”

 

Sion.

A very familiar name, yet hearing it from someone else made Laila uneasy without her realizing it.

Laila stood up and looked down at Elvin, who was still sitting in his chair.

 

“What about Sion?”

“Isn’t his knee hurting?”

“His knee?”

“His joints, I mean. With how fast his growth is, it’s hard to believe it wouldn’t hurt…”

“…….”

“Maybe the pain is so intense that it wakes him up in the middle of the night. Did you notice any signs he was in pain?”

“……Uh, well, I don’t know.”

“Could you subtly ask about it, and if he says it hurts, please send him to me. I try to talk to him every time I run into him in the hallway, but he just brushes off my words.”

 

Laila stared at Elvin intently. Elvin stopped talking and tilted his head curiously.

 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“……It’s nothing.”

 

Laila headed towards the door of the examination room, nodding her head.

 

“I’ll keep an eye on Sion.”

“Yes, miss. Please look after him.”

 

Closing the door to the examination room behind her, Laila walked down the hallway.

She had a strange feeling.

Come to think of it, when did Elvin start calling Sion ‘Sion’?

 

‘That makes four of us now.’

 

Laila absentmindedly counted the people in the Marquisate who called him by his first name.

First, herself.

Next, Taylor, Marie, and Elvin.

Elvin was ambiguous, and Marie…

 

‘As soon as I became acquainted with Sir Taylor, he began to call Sion by name.’

 

It seemed Marie was influenced by Taylor’s addressing Sion by name.

Laila was still a little confused when she thought about it.

Does Marie like Taylor?

It wasn’t a strange thing. After all, the two were close in age. Marie was older, but only by about three years, as far as Laila knew.

If Marie likes Taylor… what about Taylor? Does Taylor know about Marie’s feelings? What does he think of her?

Would they end up dating?

If they do, they’ll probably get married, right?

 

‘Marriage…’

 

Laila pondered the thought as she slowly walked down the hallway.

 

‘Will I get married, too?’

 

Inadvertently, the question crossed her mind.

In the last scene of her life, which she had envisioned, there was definitely a family.

Before, she imagined she would pass away, surrounded by her tearful children and grandchildren.

But perhaps due to the hardships she endured, the ‘last moments’ she imagined changed quite a bit.

For starters, the location could be anywhere, as long as it was indoors.

There could be people around, or not.

And there was no need for a band or anything like that.

And…

It’d be nice to have Torizabeth. Very much so.

Torizabeth likely wouldn’t live until Laila turned ninety.

But that’s okay. Torizabeth Junior, the juniors of the juniors, and the juniors of the juniors of the juniors can all take her place.

That way, Laila might end up meeting her final moments surrounded by Torizabeth’s descendants, however many generations removed.

It didn’t sound bad at all. Laila smiled faintly.

A husband to raise Torizabeth together—if he’s there, fine; if not, that’s fine too.