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

Mordred.

One of the noble descendants of Alb and the prince of the elf nation, Alfheim, takes pride in being an elf.

Before entering the Academy, he was entrusted with a task by his father, the ruler of the elves.

“In order to prepare for the war that will soon come to the continent, I hope you gain various experiences at the academy.”

Sending him, the prince himself, to the continent’s center was an unspoken mission to build friendships with the leaders of other races.

According to prior investigations, the children of high-ranking figures from numerous races were set to enter at the same time.

After reconfirming these circumstances, Mordred was convinced.

Each nation already knew the war was inevitable. The Academy was a place to pre-connect the nobles at the top of each race.

Upon realizing this, Mordred felt a chill down his spine, as if cold sweat was running down his back.

‘This… is a much more dangerous mission than I thought.’

In the current continental situation where racial discrimination was still rampant, the mission Mordred received had an unimaginable level of difficulty.

As a symbolically significant place, there wouldn’t be direct discrimination within the Academy. Still, the mission was to gather them all and prepare for the future.

Since they were in similar situations, they would likely cooperate, but… would everyone advocate for equality?

Monsters who can’t stop trying to reach the top through violence in the name of instinct, and humans who live without pride in any era and try to solve anything with greed alone.

Can they really come together and harmonize?

‘Impossible.’

It’s a problem that even an ant walking on the street could answer.

Unless they erase their pride and engage in dialogue, it’s impossible.

However, it still needs to be done.

The fact that His Majesty is directly involved means that this issue is directly related to the fate of Alfheim.

‘3 years… It’s not short, but it can’t be said to be sufficient either.’

3 years until graduation from the Academy.

In that time, connections between the races need to be made.

“Lord Mordred… His Majesty has bestowed the list of those who will enter the Academy together this time.”

The list of elves accompanying him on this mission arrived just in time.

‘It’s definitely… felt that His Majesty places great importance on this mission.’

Not simply the children of high-ranking elves of the right age, but those who have proven their skills in various missions.

Moreover, there are even those with considerable diplomatic skills to gain the upper hand in conversations with them.

“With this much, it might be possi…?”

Unable to finish his words, Mordred just blankly stared at the list.

‘It’s over.’

The feeling that seemed like a mountain breeze blowing through the forest until a moment ago was actually the feeling of the creatures of the earth moving to escape a burning forest.

Mordred’s rising expectations were plummeting down to the abyss.

The reason was none other than one name on the list.

Lioness Grinner.

His sister and an elf famous in many ways, even in Alfheim.

‘Extreme misanthropy.’

Even Mordred, her younger brother, has no choice but to acknowledge the reason, but the problem is that it’s too severe.

If she sees a human, she reaches for her bow before her words. That’s how bad it is.

‘My sister’s eyes can see even the blue horizon beyond the mountains.’

Wondering if it was a mistake, Mordred went to His Majesty but received no answer.

Just the order to go forth with the mission.

And so, Mordred set off for the Academy with his sister, for whom he couldn’t think of any solution.

A few days passed.

“Something’s strange.”

Mordred felt something was off.

“We feel the same.”

Even his entourage felt not just strangeness, but bizarreness.

“Sister… isn’t expressing dissatisfaction while passing through human cities.”

That is, his sister’s misanthropy was nowhere to be seen.

Normally, she would have shouted all sorts of complaints about being in the same space as humans and even shot an arrow, but she was just sitting there quietly with a smile.

“Could it be that she received a different order from His Majesty?”

It’s a highly plausible story.

With a word from one of the entourage, the others also thought the same, agreeing with those words and the atmosphere started to relax a little.

“No, if it could be fixed to that extent, it would have been fixed long ago.”

Mordred, who knew that his sister’s misanthropy couldn’t be fixed even with His Majesty’s request, quickly denied it.

“For now… let’s observe the situation at the academy.”

Mordred decided to postpone judgment for a while in a situation that even he, her family, couldn’t understand at all.

The journey to the Academy was somehow too smooth.

He was worried about what his sister, who even summoned spirits along the way, might have done, but fortunately, no humans seemed to be dead nearby.

Of course, there was a person who seemed to be involved, crawling on the ground.

‘Did she release some pent-up stress…?’

Mordred was just grateful that his sister caused an accident to the extent that he could cover it up.

After that, he passed the entrance ceremony and, when he arrived at the classroom, luckily, ended up in the same class as a ducal family.

The conversation also went well, and the day started cleaner than expected.

Yeah.

It was a day.

“Good work, everyone. I look forward to working with you for the next 3 years.”

“”Yes.””

After the test time ended, they gathered in the dormitory and shared the contents of their conversations.

Sister sat quietly by his side, blankly admiring the scenery as if she had no interest, like the sound of leaves swaying outside the window.

After quite a long time, Mordred organized their future plans and headed to the cafeteria, and the entourage followed.

“Hey, hey, did you hear that? That Lord Aslan properly took care of a student?”

The students’ conversation was heard while heading to the cafeteria.

‘It’s about earlier.’

Mordred, who was in Aslan’s class, knew that the opposing student had collapsed due to his own reckless efforts.

“I heard about it too! Who was the opponent again?”

But for some reason, although he clearly tried to ignore it, his ears focused on that conversation.

“You know that guy who was a ruined noble even before entering, right? That A… A…”

As if anticipating that the conversation would be the start of an accident.

“Right! Aaron!”

-Twitch

“Sister?”

Mordred couldn’t understand.

Why did a vein pop up on his sister’s forehead?

To the point of emitting a murderous intent that seemed to make the nearby trees cry out in agony.

When a sense of urgency started ringing through his whole body, his sister approached the students talking in the distance.

At a speed that even Mordred, who was next to her, was late to notice.

Mordred’s cold sweat was saying,

‘Sister is serious.’

She needs to be stopped.

Judging so, Mordred headed towards his sister and heard her voice.

“Could you tell me what that’s about?”

—

“Ah, Sister! That was really the other party’s problem!”

“I don’t care. I’m going to that Aslan guy right now.”

How did it come to this?

Sister, who heard the rumors from the two students, seems to have exploded with the misanthropy she had held back until now.

Mordred didn’t know what made his patient sister explode, but he must stop her.

Of all people, the ducal family member he just started talking to today has become the target of his sister’s venting.

“That student named Aaron coughing up blood really wasn’t Aslan’s fault!”

Mordred, who witnessed the duel, could be certain.

Aaron Dight continued the duel even though he knew it was reckless, gasping for breath.

He saw him collapse after pushing himself to his limit to block the sword imbued with the ducal family’s characteristics.

Someone laughed at him as miserable, but Modred didn’t see it the same way.

It was a fair duel, and he did his best while Aslan also did his best to match him.

That’s all there is to it.

“Aslan… that stupid guy who only uses that sword finally…”

It’s not a situation where Sister should be seriously angry like now.

“Ah, seriously!”

“This won’t do. I’ll just shoot him right here.”

As he tried to stop her, Sister took out the bow she was carrying.

“Sister? You’re not serious, right?”

Could it be, is she really…?

“Come forth, ruler of the otherworld. The noble will of Alb…”

The energy of spirits started flowing from Sister’s mouth.

Why is she, whose energy is as green and soft as her hair, acting like this?

“Ah, please! Sister! Stop summoning spirits!”

“I call upon the earth. Beyond all things…”

As if she had no intention of stopping, she didn’t respond once, as if talking to a giant tree.

“No matter how much you hate humans, I can’t overlook shooting an arrow at a ducal family!”

She endured silently like a mountain until coming to the Academy, and it seems she finally exploded.

Otherwise, this situation doesn’t make sense.

“Excuse me… Lady Lioness?”

At that moment, a human voice was heard.

He has never turned his head so quickly in his life.

‘Aaron Dight?’

The classmate who was the center of the earlier conversation and had collapsed was standing before us.

“Hurry up and get away!”

‘A human approached Sister after her misanthropy had exploded…!’

The spirit chant has already ended, and my sister’s arrow imbued with the Spirit King’s energy could be aimed at him.

It’s fortunate that the arrow aimed at the ducal family is heading in a different direction, but this is not it.

For him who hasn’t even been up for half a day, Sister’s arrow-

“H… Hello?”

‘?’

Eyes that blinked and opened again.

‘…?’

Mordred couldn’t understand the situation he was seeing at all.

The great spirit’s energy that had gathered on the bowstring had disappeared without a trace.

Even the air around them, which had been shaking like the wind on a snowy mountain due to Sister’s energy, had returned to normal.

And Sister, who had been emitting tremendous killing intent at the center of it all, was now just playing with her hair as if her spirit from a moment ago had never existed.

‘Sister… greeting a human?’

Mordred’s eyes were shaking faster than a hummingbird’s fluttering at the sight he saw for the first time in his life.

“Uh… Greetings, Lady Lioness Grinner.”

Aaron Dight politely bowed in response to Sister’s greeting.

Even in this situation, Mordred was deeply worried.

How would Sister’s anger at having her name called by a human be expressed?

“Lioness.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t think using honorifics with the same grade in the academy is necessary.”

What is she saying now?

In a place full of nobles, using honorifics is naturally a given.

“Even so, given the difference in status…”

Even Aaron Dight, who heard the suggestion, refused as if it was a given.

Who in the world would dare to speak casually to the royal family of the elves?

“Just call me by my name.”

“…Yes. Lady Lioness.”

With Sister’s continuous pressure-filled suggestion, Aaron Dight eventually reluctantly said her name.

He also knew honorifics were unavoidable, so he compromised by adding “Lady”…

“Lioness.”

“…Lioness”

Let’s just stop thinking about it.