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

‘What kind of situation is this?’

Actually, I was going to ignore Lioness no matter what she did and head to the dormitory.

Talking to Lioness, the famous misanthropic elf, means the arrow filled with unknown energy gathered on her bowstring would be aimed at me.

So, the moment I quickly turned around to head to my room, the monologue I heard from Lioness was enough to stop me in my tracks.

“Aslan… you’re dead.”

‘…What?’

Of all people, Aslan Reinhardt, the ducal family member I luckily befriended, was her target.

‘What did she hear that she’s targeting Aslan in a fit of rage?’

What do you have to do for one of the few sane high-ranking nobles to be targeted?

Even now, at this moment, the energy gathering on Lioness’s bowstring was so intense that I could feel she was serious.

That energy is probably from spirits.

‘What the hell have you been doing, Aslan?’

Even Lioness, with her extreme misanthropy, wouldn’t say something crazy like shooting an arrow at a ducal family on the first day of the academy!

Even as I held my head and agonized over this, the energy on the bowstring that even I, who can’t sense spirits, felt was dangerous, grew like a swarm of bees that had found its target.

“Excuse me… Lady Lioness?”

I ended up talking to her.

‘Save me.’

I even closed my eyes tightly and prayed.

My situation can be compared to exactly this.

My very existence is a trigger button.

“Hurry up and get away!”

Even when I closed my eyes, Mordred shouted to save me.

However, for some reason, even after Mordred’s scream-like warning passed, I heard no sound at all.

I slightly opened my eyes to peek.

“H… Hello?”

Why are you acting like this to me?

Lioness, who was suddenly standing in front of me without making any sound.

I’m so scared that I feel like I might faint if I make a mistake.

Lioness, who seems to have no intention of leaving, as if waiting for an answer.

“Uh… Greetings, Lady Lioness Grinner.”

For now, I bowed my head in greeting.

I thought that if I was polite, she might overlook it a little.

“Lioness.”

“Yes?”

For a moment, my mind went blank.

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

No, honorifics should definitely exist.

We’re in the same space, but our bloodlines differ, so what are you saying?

“Even so, given the difference in status…” I tried to politely refuse.

If I spoke casually here, it would be dangerous again-

“Just call me by my name.”

Lioness’s voice that felt like it was pressing down on my shoulders with all its might.

No matter how I thought about it, it was basically an order.

“…Yes. Lady Lioness.”

“Lioness.”

She’s refusing honorifics.

“…Lioness”

What is this?

Is it really some kind of high-level prank?

‘I’m doing something no one has done, even in the original story.’

As far as I know, I’m probably the first human to speak casually to Lioness.

“So, why did you talk to me in the first place?”

The moment I felt like my soul was leaving my body in this unbelievable situation, the elf in front of me grabbed my soul again and asked a question.

‘I was the one who talked to her?’

I had forgotten that I was the one who spoke first.

“Bringing weapons is prohibited in the academy… except for designated, areas… y-you know.”

—

‘What is it?’

Aaron suddenly appeared.

I waited to see what he would say since he spoke first, but for some reason, he avoided eye contact and said nothing.

In the end, when I asked the reason, he finally spoke, but the closer his words got to the end, the more blurry they became, and eventually, it sounded like he was stammering.

‘This Aaron… I like it.’

It was quite a good experience to see a different side of Aaron, who was always confident.

“Are you Aaron?”

Since this is our first meeting, I thought Aaron might feel awkward if I called him by his name as if I knew him from the start.

An elf princess who tells someone to speak casually without even knowing their name is strange, too, but Lioness, who had Aaron in front of her, was out of her mind.

“Yes. I’m Aaron Dight… Lady Lioness.”

Is it because I told him not to use honorifics earlier?

He tries to speak casually while sorting out his dizzy mind, but in the end, he ends up using honorifics by drawing out the end of his sentence.

“I heard about it earlier. Are you okay?”

Lioness, whose mind had been in a daze due to Aaron’s trembling appearance she had never seen before, came to her senses and first asked about Aaron’s condition.

“Ah, I’m fine. I’ve always been someone who recovers quickly.”

He tries to brush it off with a smile as if it’s no big deal.

‘I know.’

It’s something he always used to say.

“If something similar happens again, let me know.”

It’s what he kept shouting until he closed his eyes while embracing me.

“Uh… okay.”

Aaron answered in a daze with an awkward expression, scratching his face.

There are no external injuries, and his speech is uninterrupted, so there doesn’t seem to be any pain he’s enduring while talking.

‘That’s a relief.’

It’s really fortunate.

“So… can I go on my way now?”

Aaron was the one who spoke to me, so why is he asking me for permission?

“Of course you can?”

I decided to just let it slide since it’s cute that Aaron is stammering.

“Then,”

After bowing, Aaron quickly disappeared from my sight.

“…Sister.”

“What.”

“Are you sick?”

What is my brother, who has only been getting in the way, suddenly saying?

Why is he trying to make the perfectly healthy elf into a patient?

“Do you want to get hit?”

“Sister, are you aware of what you just did?”

Mordred ignored my words and looked at me with a blank stare.

Looking around, the other elves who came with us had similar faces.

If it’s like this, it’s like I did something weird.

“What did I do?”

A sentence filled with the injustice of being collectively turned into a bad guy with those gazes, even though I’m an innocent elf.

“Sister. Just now, you were casually conversing with a human, not even another elf, you know?!”

Mordred shouts as if it’s a big problem, making the evening air resound.

Even the surrounding elves nod, agreeing with my brother’s words.

“So what?”

But what’s the big deal about me talking to a human?

“Where did your misanthropy go?”

“Ah.”

Now I’m starting to understand why they’re reacting like that.

Misanthropy.

‘That got better thanks to Aaron.’

Lioness, who had already stopped hating humans in her previous life thanks to Aaron, no longer had any particular feelings about humans.

“Uh… it got better.”

“What did?”

“My misanthropy.”

“”???””

It’s been a while since I’ve seen Mordred make such a stupid-looking face.

And the surrounding elves are following suit.

Are they trying to make me annoyed when I wasn’t? Why are they all acting like this?

“Sister.”

“Yeah?”

“I think you really are sick.”

Mordred suddenly confirms my condition as a patient.

“What kind of reaction is that to a perfectly fine elf?”

“Sister, who would believe it if the person who used to grab her bow before her words whenever she saw a human with great eyes says her misanthropy got better?”

‘…Was it that bad?’

Lioness, who came to realize while living with Aaron that not all humans as a race are bad, just that there are bad humans too.

To the extent that Aaron covered up the wounds caused by humans and she no longer had any particular emotions towards them.

Plus, maybe it’s because of the memories of her previous life.

Now that decades of memories have returned, the her from a few weeks ago who was desperate to shoot humans is a distant self in Lioness’s memories.

“I don’t think it was that bad.”

I thought that my hazy self in my mind wasn’t bad enough to say that.

“Sister. Try saying humans are kind.”

“That’s not it. Not all humans are bad, but not all of them are kind either.”

“The fact that you’re saying that means you’re sick. A month ago, you said that exterminating the human race is the shortcut to peace on the continent.”

“……”

Lioness felt that her past self was too pathetic and embarrassing.

“Anyway, why were you so angry earlier?”

Mordred changed the subject in the awkward atmosphere.

“If it’s not misanthropy, please explain what that look was when you were even summoning spirits.”

Mordred couldn’t understand her anger earlier if it wasn’t for the exploding misanthropy she had been holding back.

If his sister hasn’t gone crazy…

“Just because?”

“…Just because?”

A retort that came out before he could even think about it out of absurdity.

“Let’s just leave it at that.”

Mordred decided to just assume his sister had gone crazy.

‘Anyway, it’s good that her hate is gone, so let’s think positively.’

Because if he thinks more, he feels like he’ll just get a headache.

—

Meanwhile, in front of Aaron’s dormitory room

“You, get lost.”

“No, you’re the one who needs to get lost.”

The light in the corridor reflected white and ashen hair.

“The next room is mine.”

“No, it’s mine.”

Vivian and Sephir.

They were conversing with a woman in the center.

“Uh… what about my opinion?”

Arthur Arcana.

She was the unfortunate female student who couldn’t fit in anywhere and was quietly moved to the corner due to the image of a commoner merchant family buying a viscounty title with money.

“You said your name is Arcana, right?”

Vivian used magic in her hand to take out a pouch from somewhere.

“Buy that room with this.”

An expensive-looking leather pouch. When she opened it…

“Whoa…”

There were gold coins that surprised even her, from a huge merchant family.

“Arcana! Give me your crystal ball code.”

“What?”

Sephir, who became urgent, called out to Arcana in a hurried voice.

“I don’t know how much it is, but I’ll send twice that amount.”

“…?”

Arcana blankly stared at the two women with a dumbfounded expression in the dormitory corridor.

“Ahem… is there a reason you’re going this far?”

From her perspective, it was a situation she couldn’t understand at all.

Vivian, famous as the Magic Tower Lord’s disciple, and Sephir, the empress of the underworld that anyone slightly famous in business has seen at least once.

She couldn’t understand why they were doing this to get her room at the end of the dormitory, even though they could easily get a central room.

To Arcana’s innocent question, the two women answered.

“Well, because my assistant is here.”

“Because my partner is here.”

“…?”