The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

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The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

Chapter 366: A Long-Awaited Interaction

A few days had passed since the conflict with Fiera and the others.

We were currently summoned by the headmaster of the magic academy, where Sonia’s master taught, and we had all come to the academy in the morning.

“It’s been a while since I came here.”

“Yeah, nostalgia for the place of learning.”

“Well, it hasn’t been that long, has it? Maybe just about three months?”

“Right. I think I quit around that time.”

“And besides, we didn’t really learn anything, did we? I was just reviewing what I learned from Lewis, and Fiera could only use non-attribute magic.”

“Hey, that’s not true! I punched the prince! It was a nice roll!”

“Ah, I remember that.”

“That might actually be a fond memory.”

Fiera said this proudly, clenching her fist in front of her face, and Shuvina and Sonia, perhaps recalling that time, murmured in nostalgia.

“Still, the stares here are interesting.”

“Indeed. I learned in the temple that the magic kingdom discriminates against beastmen, so the main gazes directed towards Fiera must be due to that. But for some reason, there’s also a hint of fear mixed in.”

“Perhaps it’s because, although it was a short time, Fiera attended the academy and physically hit the prince, so it’s only natural for those who witnessed it to be fearful.”

“Ah, I see. It makes sense that beastmen, who were scoffed at for not being able to use magic, would be scared if someone like Fiera punched a member of the royal family.”

“However, those who didn’t witness the event seem ignorant of fear, showing disdain without etiquette. Some even with ulterior motives…”

“But I think that’s as far as it goes. Look, it seems a show of authority has come to visit us.”

At Miria’s words, everyone turned their gaze forward, where a boy with slicked-back blonde hair, dressed in white, was approaching us, flanked by several male and female companions.

“Hey, you there! Can you stop for a moment… hey! I said stop!!”

However, since there was no need to confront him head-on just because he was approaching, we decided to ignore the boy’s words and simply walk past. But then, he grabbed my shoulder with a panicked voice and forced us to stop.

“What the—?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? Are you seriously ignoring me after I told you to stop?!”

“Well, if some random guy suddenly talks down to me, of course, I’d ignore him! Besides, you didn’t even call me by name, so how was I supposed to think you were talking to me?”

“That’s obvious! Since I don’t know you, there’s no way I’d know your name!”

“Exactly! So why do you have to act so high-and-mighty towards us?”

“That’s because! I am Torunel Heinberg, the eldest son of the Heinberg family, who has held the position of cardinal for generations in the Holy Country Ishtarika! I’m also the next cardinal! And, I am the leading candidate for the saintess’s engagement! If I marry her, I’ll eventually become the Pope! Got it?!”

Everyone, including Fiera, was slightly taken aback by his unexpected self-introduction, and they turned to Sephiria, the saintess among us, but she shook her head as if she had no idea.

“Hmm. Who decided that?”

“Huh? What? Are you doubting me? Of course, it’s the Pope and other cardinals, including my father! Plus, the saintess blushed and gave me a heated gaze when we met!”

“Huh, is that so?”

Torunel was so puffed up with pride about himself that I turned to Sephiria to confirm, and she was looking at him blankly, as if viewing trash.

“By the way, what was the saintess like?”

“She was a wonderful person! As expected of someone called the saintess, she had great warmth and was kind as well.”

“I see…”

“What?! Are you doubting me!!”

Torunel shouted louder when he didn’t like my nonplussed reaction and tried to get closer, but I shrugged off his hand on my shoulder while using gravity magic on him and his entourage, stepping forward instead.

“Ugh?! What the?!”

“My body won’t move… it feels like my lungs are crushed… I can’t breathe…”

Then Torunel and his followers fell to their knees as if crushed by something invisible, bowing their heads like criminals before a king.

“What are you trying to do…?”

“Well, I just found it unpleasant being touched by your dirty hands, so I brushed you off, that’s all.”

“Don’t mess with me! If you pull something like this, my father and the saintess won’t stay quiet!”

“That’s the thing. I couldn’t care less about your father, but do you really think the saintess would move for you?”

“Of course! I’m her engagement candidate and have actually met her!”

“Considering how vague your information is, though… You were just saying the saintess is a wonderful person, warm, and kind. But those are words that could apply to anyone if you say them casually, right? You didn’t mention any specific hair color, height, or unique features of the saintess. Have you seriously met her?”

“Ugh…”

The groan Torunel let out, whether from the pain of gravity magic or the sting of being pointed out, was unclear. But it seemed like he was indeed stumped for words for a moment.

This was essentially confirming that my guess was right—he probably had never met Sephiria.

Well, when Sephiria was in the Holy Country, she was always hiding her face with a robe, so it’s no wonder he wouldn’t know her.

“What would you know…?”

“Oh, I know plenty! Because the real saintess is right next to me!”

“Huh?”

“Sephiria.”

“Yes?”

Torunel looked up at me with a completely foolish expression, and I ignored him, calling Sephiria over. She stood beside me with an air of dignity befitting a saintess.

“Who is that woman…?”

“Oh, how strange. Just a moment ago, you claimed to have met me, but why can’t you recognize my face upon seeing me?”

“Wait, could that tone mean…?”

“Hehe. It seems you have some understanding of the atmosphere. So, let’s confirm things, shall we? Nice to meet you. I am Sephiria Ishtarika, the saintess of the Holy Country Ishtarika. Just so you know, there’s no need for further acquaintance, so no need to be formal, self-proclaimed engagement candidate.”

As Sephiria released a golden magic power that radiated holiness with a smile, Torunel finally seemed to grasp that she was the saintess, and he turned pale, trembling.

“Wha-what are you doing here…?”

“Oh dear. Where I am is of no concern to you. Why would I need to explain where I am or what I’m doing to a stranger like you?”

“N-no. I’m sorry…”

“Exactly. Here, the correct choice is for you to bow your head and beg for forgiveness. However, regarding the fact that you self-claimed to be my engagement candidate and tried to use that as a shield for your arrogant behavior, that will be reported to Cardinal Heinberg and the other cardinals as well as the Pope.”

“Pl-please spare me from that!!”

“Hehe. Given your previous attitude, you’ve likely acted freely, shielded by your power until now, so you can’t escape that power so easily. From the look of why you’re here, it seems your family has already abandoned you. But this, too, must be divine guidance. I recommend you tremble in regret for your past until communication comes from your family.”

The moment Sephiria ruthlessly dismissed Torunel, just in time, a teacher, having heard the commotion, hurried over to us. He seemed somewhat surprised to see us and then let out a big sigh as he looked at Torunel kneeling on the ground.

“Hah. I had a bad feeling since this morning. Why am I so unlucky? No, maybe the recent peace has just been a dream. Well, whatever. For now, I want to hear the story, so can you all follow me? Of course, you too, Eir and the others.”

With that, the teacher who had hurried over directed the other students to head to the classroom in a familiar manner, then took us, Torunel, and his entourage along with him. During that time, I approached the teacher walking in front of us.

“Mr. Hamiru, it’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it’s really been a while. If possible, I’d rather not have a reunion like this though. You always seem to get caught up in something,” he said with a sigh.

“Well, that can’t be helped. That ‘something’ always seems to come my way.”

“Haha. You haven’t changed at all—still bold or perhaps just daring, your attitude has more confidence than before.”

“I’ve gone through a lot.”

“I see.”

As Hamiru said that while seeming exasperated, we arrived at the room we were headed to, stopping our feet and following him as he opened the door to go inside.

This was a reunion with Hamiru, our homeroom teacher when we attended the magic academy, after almost two years apart.