I Don’t Remember the Number of Regressions of the Villainesses Who Have Returned.

There once was a powerful sorceress who ended the war with magic.

Then, there was the villainess who made her kneel.

A villainess with hair as white as clouds, purer than any cloud, and eyes shining with a deeper purple than any flower.

The villainess said she had once explored the end of the world with ‘a certain mage.’

A swordmaster who single-handedly stopped the advance of a great nation

Then, there was the villainess who even made him flee.

A villainess with eyes deeper red than rubies, her deep blue hair flowing like the ocean’s depths.

The villainess said she had once saved the world with ‘a certain swordsman.’

An archer who assassinated the instigators of wars across kingdoms.

Then there was the villainess whom he could never defeat with his ‘bow.’

A villainess with hair greener than the leaves of the world tree and gentle green eyes of the fields that never missed any target.

The villainess said she had once taught heroes who achieved feats she couldn’t accomplish alongside ‘a certain teacher.’

The owners of a huge merchant group traveling between kingdoms.

Then there was the villainess who made even them tremble as they traded.

A villainess with ash-gray hair darker than fog and golden eyes shining brighter than any gold in the world.

The villainess said she had once obtained the secret information of all kingdoms together with ‘a certain liar.’

And now, ‘a certain’ man stands before these villainesses.

Having forgotten all the stories that only he and they would remember.