(MTL)For some reason, the villainess who went backwards lost her magical

chapter 65

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2-17 Louie's Point of View

"Well, I'll keep your precious princess in my custody. Will she be able to pick her up without making a mistake? 』

　――Whose voice?

　In the darkness, I hear Rachelle calling me over and over again. She tries to move her arm to respond to that voice. But somehow she doesn't listen.

“Your Highness, Your Highness… Your Highness!”

　A voice calling out to me resounds in the distance in my head, and my consciousness gradually emerges.

"... Cyril?"
“How long have you been working? Sleeping on the sofa doesn’t give you rest.

　When I opened my eyes to the voice calling me, I saw Cyril, who should not be here. She works her head trying to open her eyes that are about to close and wake up.
　Cyril looked at the stack of documents in front of me and nodded once, looking like she didn't care about me.

"Huh? Cyril, why are you here?"
"Why? Because it's morning? Rather, is there any other reason? Now, Your Highness. There's a lot of work to do today as well."
“Wait… I’m sorry.

　I wondered why Cyril, who was supposed to be in Dutwa, was here, but when I looked around, it was the most familiar place to me.
It seems that he has been sleeping on the sofa until now, and his body is covered with a blanket. It's not uncommon for me to work until dawn, and when I'm planning to take an hour's nap, I sometimes rest on the sofa instead of in the nap room or bedroom, and Cyril always scolds me for that.
　Yes, this situation is normally fine, but there is one thing that is stranger than anything else.

　I'm definitely in the country of Alter now.

"I don't know what you want to say. Is it a dream? Didn't you just return from Orta the other day after all the ceremonies for the enthronement of the king were completed?"
"No, it shouldn't be like that... Hunting... Is my injury healed? Certainly I fell off a cliff..."

　I feel the head, but it doesn't look like it's wrapped in bandages. Even though he had fallen from such a high cliff, he didn't seem to have a single scratch at first glance.
　Did you return home unconscious, or did you lose your memory for a few days due to the impact of hitting your head... is it possible?
　Above all, even though he, who was the crown prince of an allied country, was seriously injured by the queen of Orta, why not? ……What does it mean.

"Exactly. What kind of dream did you have? The Saint Anna Carol, who participated with me, should also be starting work at the Great Church today. For the time being, arrange for a bouquet to be distributed in the name of His Highness. You always say it's troublesome, but I think it would be better if you attached a word card, so please write it properly later."

　……teeth? Why is Anna Carroll mentioned there?

　She wasn't invited in the first place, much less accompanied. She didn't even have a reason to give flowers.

"Huh? Why Miss Carol? …A dream?"
"Haa. I'm going to sleep in a place like this, so I can't sleep. I've told you many times to take a good rest in the bedroom."
"... Rachel. Where is Rachel?"

　I shook my head and tried to grasp the current situation. But nothing works. In order to sort out the conversation with Cyril, who hadn't gotten along since a while ago, I had to wake her up.

　Try pinching your palm hard. Then I still feel the pain. ……Isn’t that a dream? I don't understand more and more.

　Ah, but first and foremost, I want to meet Rachel.
　I haven't seen him since I told him to return to the royal palace first with His Highness Isaac. It must be heartbreaking for me to go home in such a state.
　I have to meet Rachelle and apologize for worrying her first. No, it's not. Maybe I just want to look at Rachel's face and feel relieved.

"Rachel Marcel... you mean?"
"Ah. I'm going to meet Rachel today. Give a hint to the Marquis."

　When I raised my head and turned my gaze to Cyril, Cyril's eyes widened in astonishment as he solidified like a stone while holding the document in his hand. She gradually turned pale, and I frowned at Cyril, who looked like a ghost.

　--What. What is the reaction?

"Your Highness... what are you talking about? Rachel Marcel died three months ago, didn't he? He was attacked by bandits on the way to the monastery..."

　At that moment, the sound disappeared from my world.
　color is gone.
　I can't get the meaning of the words out of Cyril's mouth.

　--teeth? What are you talking about?
　Passed away? monastery? Thief?

　what the hell

　Rachel...is not there?

　As the blood drained from my whole body, I felt the sensation of being hit from behind with a blunt instrument.
　A loud warning sound rings in my head, as if telling me that my current situation is abnormal.
　

"It shouldn't be like that... it can't be. What are you talking about..."

　I can see that Cyril is unusually confused by my abnormal appearance. However, that's why Cyril's remark from earlier seemed to be saying that it wasn't a joke.
　I'm sure if someone other than Cyril told me about this, there's a possibility that I would have yelled at him not to talk about it, even if it was just a joke. But Cyril would never tell such a lie.

　Put your hands together in front of your face and squeeze your hands.

　――Is it a dream? No, what if it's not a dream? …… Rachel is dead …… No, I don’t even want to think about it.

　I am aware that I am narrow-minded when it comes to Rachel, but whether it is a dream or a joke, there is no way I can forgive Rachel.

　I feel that my eyes are gradually dyed red. To calm my anger once, I force myself to take a deep breath and send oxygen to my brain. However, I can't make a calm decision.
　But one thing is certain, Cyril will not lie. Even so, I don't even want to think about the fact that Rachel is not there.

　Both Cyril and I must feel that something is wrong with each other, but we have to figure out what is wrong as soon as possible. Before my head boils and I take a dangerous action.
　In order to calmly grasp the situation, one person came to my mind.

"...Call Theodore now."

"... Your Highness. You haven't seen Theodore since you got into an argument with Miss Rachelle, have you? Besides, I wonder where Theodore, who applied for a long vacation to the magic division, is currently staying... …I don’t know.”

　I was greatly disappointed by that answer and closed my eyes tightly in frustration.

"Your Highness! Blood..."

　Looking at Cyril's hurried expression and voice, it seems that he had injured his fists with his nails, probably because he used too much force. her blood is bleeding.
　Still, I can't let go of my clenched fists.

　What is this world like?

　where am i now

　Rachel, where are you now?