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<S-she only had it because he was handsome. And he's a celebrity, so I never knew him for real.>

<Really?>

<Your portrait also wanders the streets of the Horun district! That's right.>

<...>

<You're the most handsome! Looking at you, that guy is a complete shrimp.>

<...Is that so?>

<Oh, of course!>

<Better than Lock Visconti?>

<That's your past life! Even their faces and voices are all the same, so how can I compare them?>

<It's different! Here, my eyes and the shape of my lips are better.>

<I don't know....>

Isidor seemed like he was about to burst again, so I quickly patted his head to calm him.

<Ugh. It's like a big dog that doesn't listen.>

<You've been patting my head while thinking about this.>

Still, as if he felt better, he quietly put his head between my hands. Contact seemed possible, but it was a bit awkward because they were souls.

<Please, go back and continue.>

He seemed like he was wagging his tail like a puppy.

<Your past life was like a grumpy cat. It's interesting.>

<He was an idiot, but he couldn't be honest. He regretted it until just before he died. He couldn't give up his pride and said things he didn't want to say. It was a life full of regret and longing.>

<...>

It was confirmed by this conversation. When Isidor was brought to this space, like me, he remembered everything that happened in his past life.

But just as I was Deborah Seymour, not Nayla, nothing had changed in Isidor.

<But isn't it sacrilegious to do this in a temple?>

<Since the princess is a saint, I think we can make a rule that allows skinship.>

<I don't think I'll come to the temple in the future, but I don't think there's a reason to do good things while arguing with the Pope....>

<Is it good?>

<Look at him choosing and only listening to what suits him!>

The two of us had a light conversation and held hands as we crossed the campus where cherry blossoms fell like snow.

<The romance of the campus couple finally comes true.>

<Campus?>

<It has the same meaning as an academy.>

<Mmm. I should have been born again....>

I really regretted it.

<I imagined it, but I think Sir would have lived well here too. He must have been a very popular senior.>

<The princess also lived well. She grew up beautiful and well among a noisy and grumpy family.>

As if she had seen the red bean family from her previous life, there was sadness and affection in the souls that met. Total understanding and empathy were conveyed.

<And.... Thank you very much for enduring in the deep darkness.>

The sad and painful feelings of seeing my soul wandering in the abyss for a long time due to the devil's curse were also transmitted.

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