When I offered to annul the engagement with the one who called himself [Cecily’s fiancé,] everyone stood in place with their mouths agape.

Yes, not only the fiancé himself, but Lady Anita and Lord Dahl, whom I had been heading to the courtyard alongside with, were equally stunned. Even I began to feel a touch uneasy.

“Perhaps, I have said something strange?”

“Where in the world does one find the sort of person who would declare such an important matter in the middle of a hallway like this!?”

“Right here, of course.”

Naturally, I replied with a bright and affirmative smile.

Yes, apparently, the one who called himself [Cecily’s fiancé] was not so easily satisfied. I did wish he would laugh, much like Lord Dahl beside us was, clutching his stomach.

The [self-proclaimed fiancé of Cecily] trembled as he pointing a finger straight at me.

“You… do you even know what you are saying? An annulment with me? This me!?”

“Forgive me, but from where exactly does this worth of yours come?”

As I tilted my head, [the self-proclaimed fiancé of Cecily] gaped foolishly. Does he not realize that such an open mouth is only suitable for infants? Yet I was under no obligation to assist him with closing it, so I posed a question of my own.

“I shall ask properly… for what purpose have you come to speak to me now?”

“W-well, it’s just to… let you do today’s homework for me…”

“Would you please refrain from ever speaking to me again?”

Then, I heard two voices burst out laughing from behind me.

Of course, they were Lady Anita and Lord Dahl. Well, besides the two of them, others passing by were either agape or smirking, and before I knew it, we had gathered quite a crowd of spectators.

Regardless, I am not so childish as to be nervous when speaking in front of others. After all, I have been educated as the future queen. I shall speak with a resolute and dignified attitude.

“This should come as no surprise. In what world would there be a woman who delights in being made to do someone else’s homework?”

“B-but, withered grass like you is useless for any—”

“In what way am I withered?”

I straightened my posture once more, and with my hand near my mouth, showed a smile.

Fufuu, it is immediately evident that he is captivated by me. Once a little grooming seen to, the rest depends on posture, makeup, and the way one arranges one’s expression.

…Even so, I have seldom had the chance to use my appearance as the former Lady Lelouche Elcage, daughter of a duke… but when someone reacts so plainly, a certain pleasure as a woman does arise.

I could not help but speak more freely than I intended.

“On the contrary, it seems you, bewildered by my rejection, might be the one to wilt at any moment.”

The [self-proclaimed fiancé of Cecily] seemed to regain his senses at my unnecessary quip. He grew enraged as if to make up for his prior blunders.

“How dare you speak so arrogantly! You do realize who you are speaking to, don’t you!?”

“Of course, I have no recollection whatsoever.”

“Ha…?”

He likely did not realize that this would have the opposite effect.

He would benefit by appearing more often in society and conversing with various others— though I had no obligation to offer such advice, so I continued the conversation with deliberate composure.

“Of course, when I fell down the stairs, I completely forgot about you.”

“…In that case, shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”

“That is unnecessary.  Even though our conversation has only lasted a moment, I do not believe any of our memories together hold any value.”

“Wha…?”

I merely stated the logical truth, but he seemed, to some extent, concerned about his fiancé who fell down the stairs. In consideration of that faint trace of conscience, I shall offer a small piece of advice.

“Judging from your behavior, I presume you must be of a newly risen noble family? Presumptuous as this may be, if I might offer you some advice, regardless of how capable your father may be, you should refrain from growing careless. I have witnessed many houses fall into decline with the change of generation.”

And yet, for some reason, his anger returned.

“W-who do you think you are?!”

“My apologies for the late introduction. I… am Cecily Travasta.”

I nearly introduced myself as [Lelouche] by mistake, thus an unnatural pause arose.

That stated, there was no flaw in my curtsey of greeting. When I lifted my face after offering a perfect bow, the boy who had named himself as my fiancé once again had his cheeks flushed red. How very adorable.

“Now then, I bid you good day.”

After all, I have no further business with him.

I turned to Lady Anita and Lord Dahl, whom I had kept waiting, and urged them forward with, “Now, shall we proceed?” I had once again wasted time, and time is finite. I know not how long I may remain as this [Cecily,] and so I must quickly master this thing called sorcery…

Yet, even though I wished to make haste, the footsteps of my two companions were slow.

“…I do not think you have any need of sorcery.”

“What a coincidence. I was of the same opinion.”

My, how heartless the words are these two speak!

While I was descending onto the staircase, I turned to protest—

“Ara?”

The moment I realized there was no place for my foot to land, my vision had already flipped upside down—

***

“Seriously, you are so reckless.”

“God?”

The one who caught me as I fell down the stairs again was, without a doubt, god.

Long white hair with a tall and slender frame. I have never heard of this god whose beauty is composed as if an artwork.

Yet he—the one who abruptly appeared in my dream and grandly informed me, “You will die in 100 days”—seems to have caught me again this evening as I fell.

I smiled to this benevolent god and made an inquiry.

“Now then, god, do you have nothing to apologize to me for?”

“Hmm? W-what are you talking about?”

His voice seems to have become a bit shrill. As I thought, this possession must have been gods’s mistake. That impul—siveness of his… is he truly a god?

Nevertheless, it is a fact that he afforded me some precious time, so perhaps I should refrain from pressing him too hard. After all, I am kind.

“I would have liked to be allowed to stay a bit longer over there.”

“Eh— I thought suddenly finding yourself in a world of magic might frighten you, so I brought you back early.”

“It was ab—so—lutely wonderful!”

For some reason, god took a step back at my wholehearted affirmation.

…He is truly an impolite one. I leapt down from god’s arms and turned my face away with a haughty air.

“It is just…that I was unable to use sorcery with these hands remains my only regret.”

“Aren’t you worried about the future of the girl you possessed?”

“Oh my, god knows of it?”

“Naturally, I am a god.”

Then, god asked with a slightly mischievous expression, “Do you wish to know?”

Could he perhaps wish to settle this blunder in such a manner?

It was not that his offer held no temptation… yet I chose to shake my head.

“That will not be necessary. I believe she shall be quite all right.”

“Your reason?”

“She is a girl who could straightforwardly take the hand I, so suspicious, extended. I cannot think that such a strong heart would yield to mere adversity of that level.”

“Mere adversity, you say…?”

Well, bullied by her elder twin sister, unable to use sorcery in a world of sorcery… she does seem like she will face many hardships. Even so, she appears blessed with her classmates, and I believe she will manage. She need only borrow their assistance.

“But indeed, by your reasoning, little Cecily may be a stronger girl than you.”

“Oh my, what do you mean by that?”

“No, nothing in particular?”

Well, I shall refrain from pursuing this matter too deeply.

…It is not as if I am entirely without self-awareness, after all.

Besides, to be honest, I do not have the leisure to worry over others.

Having been given a prognosis of my remaining days by god, I still have things I must accomplish in my own world.

“Very well, I shall enjoy the remainder my own life!”

“Truly, you never waver.”

To god’s wry smile, I returned a perfect smile.

“It is an honor to receive your praise.”

“I did not praise you!”

And so, I awaken once more today.

The days remaining until the day I die are—

[The Villainess Who Will Die in 100 Days Quietly Enjoys Her Youth. The End]

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