When Alyssa tried reincarnation for the first time, she was very sharp. When she was reincarnated under the name 'Zenya', enough time had passed that the story of the warrior Cleon was recorded in history books.
Alyssa, the great sorceress, was reported to have gone missing, and she was only recorded as the worst demon lord in history. Betrayal by colleagues. Resentment resulting from that. A feeling of repulsion against the God who punished her. It was a time when she was so blinded by her anger that she could not abandon her journey, and she constantly attempted death as a sign of her rebellion against God.
Of course, she couldn't die, but Alyssa gritted her teeth and constantly jumped into danger. Meanwhile, there was someone who saved her from injuries so severe that she was on the verge of death.
"Hey, hey! Come to your senses! If you keep doing this you will die!"
"...Sink."
"Yes? Come to your senses..."
"Get out of here!"
"I'm sure you're not in your right mind because of your injury. Just be patient!"
"Hey, hey! Come to your senses! If you keep doing this you will die!"
"...Sink."
"Yes? Come to your senses..."
"Get out of here!"
"I'm sure you're not in your right mind because of your injury. Just be patient!"
"Why are there all these crazy people?"
The man managed to escape from the forest, which was a den of monsters, with Alyssa around him, who was yelling at him to leave her to die. He was not good at martial arts, and by the time he left the forest, he was more of a rag than Alyssa. Seeing that, Alyssa gritted her teeth and used healing magic on the man. He opened his mouth as if surprised when he saw the wounds on his entire body healed in an instant.
"What, a wizard?"
"Who are you, save me!"
"Oof!"
After making the man unharmed, Alyssa kicked and beat him with all her might. Although her sense of rebellion against God still remained, her fear also clearly existed, and she was concerned that the punishment would be severe for killing an innocent human being. Since she couldn't heal her own injuries with her magic, Alyssa's strength was at a level that didn't even hurt.
The man managed to escape from the forest, which was a den of monsters, with Alyssa around him, who was yelling at him to leave her to die. He was not good at martial arts, and by the time he left the forest, he was more of a rag than Alyssa. Seeing that, Alyssa gritted her teeth and used healing magic on the man. He opened his mouth as if surprised when he saw the wounds on his entire body healed in an instant.
"What, a wizard?"
"Who are you, save me!"
"Oof!"
After making the man unharmed, Alyssa kicked and beat him with all her might. Although her sense of rebellion against God still remained, her fear also clearly existed, and she was concerned that the punishment would be severe for killing an innocent human being. Since she couldn't heal her own injuries with her magic, Alyssa's strength was at a level that didn't even hurt.
The man gently beat Alyssa until she lost strength and wheezed. Eventually, Alyssa gasped and growled, looking like she was going to die soon.
"Don't follow me."
She tried to lead her battered body back into the forest full of monsters. The man was scared and clung to Alyssa’s legs.
"Oh, no!"
"Aren’t you going to let go of this?"
"Don't follow me."
She tried to lead her battered body back into the forest full of monsters. The man was scared and clung to Alyssa’s legs.
"Oh, no!"
"Aren’t you going to let go of this?"
"It's dangerous! Rather, step on me and go, ugh!"
"I stepped on you, why didn’t you get out of the way!"
Even though the man had his face trampled by Alyssa, he did not let her go. Eventually, Alyssa lost her strength and fainted, and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the bed with her entire body bandaged. The man was the one who saved her life.
"That damn guy..."
Alyssa did not remain calm after that. It was common for her to jump into the lake with her still-unhealed body. But each time, the man risked his life and saved her.
"I stepped on you, why didn’t you get out of the way!"
Even though the man had his face trampled by Alyssa, he did not let her go. Eventually, Alyssa lost her strength and fainted, and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the bed with her entire body bandaged. The man was the one who saved her life.
"That damn guy..."
Alyssa did not remain calm after that. It was common for her to jump into the lake with her still-unhealed body. But each time, the man risked his life and saved her.
Alyssa scolded, ‘Oh, you’re so annoying!’, but she treated the man again and again. For a few years. Alyssa finally learned why the man persistently saved her.
"Pervert."
'What, pervert! Is that something you would say in front of someone you are confessing to? Me too... I too am dying of injustice, wondering how this happened!"
The man held out a bouquet of flowers with a bright red face and looked tearful. But then he took a deep breath, calmed his expression, got down on one knee, and spoke politely.
"I still don't know why you want to die, but if you don't mind."
"..."
"Won't you live with me?"
Alyssa narrowed her eyes and stared at the man. What she realized after trying for the past few years is that ‘I can’t die.’ If she has no choice but to get through life, it would be better to have someone to support her.
"Yes."
Alyssa thus accepted the man’s marriage proposal. Of course, he was a very incompetent person, so in the end, Alyssa had to support him by working as a mercenary.
"Zenya."
"Mom!"
When her child was born, she thought that this kind of life might not be so bad. However, she soon realized painfully that this life was a ‘punishment’.
"There are widespread rumors that this subjugation is dangerous. Do you really have to go?"
"I said it's okay. Take care of our home well. Juliet, take care of your food too."
To make a living, Alyssa was working as a mercenary wizard, hiding her skills. Meanwhile, one day, a request to subdue a monster came in from quite far away. Because the reward was good, Alyssa went on the hunt despite the man's concerns. But it was a trap set up by the mercenaries, who had taken their job away from Alyssa after she began her activities.
"Won't you live with me?"
Alyssa narrowed her eyes and stared at the man. What she realized after trying for the past few years is that ‘I can’t die.’ If she has no choice but to get through life, it would be better to have someone to support her.
"Yes."
Alyssa thus accepted the man’s marriage proposal. Of course, he was a very incompetent person, so in the end, Alyssa had to support him by working as a mercenary.
"Zenya."
"Mom!"
When her child was born, she thought that this kind of life might not be so bad. However, she soon realized painfully that this life was a ‘punishment’.
"There are widespread rumors that this subjugation is dangerous. Do you really have to go?"
"I said it's okay. Take care of our home well. Juliet, take care of your food too."
To make a living, Alyssa was working as a mercenary wizard, hiding her skills. Meanwhile, one day, a request to subdue a monster came in from quite far away. Because the reward was good, Alyssa went on the hunt despite the man's concerns. But it was a trap set up by the mercenaries, who had taken their job away from Alyssa after she began her activities.
While Alyssa was gone, the mercenaries raided her house and kidnapped the man and Juliet. She returned immediately after feeling that the jewelry she had made for them was broken. By the time she found them, revealing all of her hidden skills, they had already died.
"...Ahh."
The shock of being betrayed by her colleagues could not compare to how she felt at that time. After attending the funeral, Alyssa held the funeral and locked herself in the house, holding the man and child's clothes. However, the fact that she briefly revealed her true skills to find her family became the source of the trouble.
"You're a great wizard. How about working for me?"
"I will give you twice the salary that others have offered. Be loyal to me."
Nobles or royal families who heard rumors about Alyssa competed to take her under their wing. It was no use telling them that she didn't want to work anymore. Alyssa was eventually killed at the hands of a lower-ranking nobleman who was worried that he would lose the weapon called 'Zenya' to others. Although it was her death that she had longed for, she was not happy at all.
"...Ahh."
The shock of being betrayed by her colleagues could not compare to how she felt at that time. After attending the funeral, Alyssa held the funeral and locked herself in the house, holding the man and child's clothes. However, the fact that she briefly revealed her true skills to find her family became the source of the trouble.
"You're a great wizard. How about working for me?"
"I will give you twice the salary that others have offered. Be loyal to me."
Nobles or royal families who heard rumors about Alyssa competed to take her under their wing. It was no use telling them that she didn't want to work anymore. Alyssa was eventually killed at the hands of a lower-ranking nobleman who was worried that he would lose the weapon called 'Zenya' to others. Although it was her death that she had longed for, she was not happy at all.
In her third life and the next, she had quite a few men of the opposite sex approach her, showing their interest. But she didn't side with anyone. She didn't build relationships or create her children. She chose to be completely alone rather than suffer loss again.
Now that she was Sylvia Florette Belfort, there were countless scratches in her heart. It was her second life event that left the deepest scar on her.
"You two, is there any news about the child yet?"
"If you are hoping for an early night because of the pressure of being a successor... You don't have to do that."
So when the Countess and Randall brought up the story about the child, she couldn't keep her composure. Although she was aware that she had to fulfill her minimum obligations as a married couple. She thought that she was going to die anyway, and she had forgotten that her 'duty' included the issue of children. More precisely, it was a fact she didn't want to think about, so she forgot.
'It's all in the past. Even if I sleep with Randall anyway, the child... Because I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen. So it's okay.'
Sylvia repeated this to herself and consoled herself. But despite this, she couldn't sleep until dawn.
"You two, is there any news about the child yet?"
"If you are hoping for an early night because of the pressure of being a successor... You don't have to do that."
So when the Countess and Randall brought up the story about the child, she couldn't keep her composure. Although she was aware that she had to fulfill her minimum obligations as a married couple. She thought that she was going to die anyway, and she had forgotten that her 'duty' included the issue of children. More precisely, it was a fact she didn't want to think about, so she forgot.
'It's all in the past. Even if I sleep with Randall anyway, the child... Because I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen. So it's okay.'
Sylvia repeated this to herself and consoled herself. But despite this, she couldn't sleep until dawn.
***
“Don’t come again. Until then, take care of yourself.”
“Take care, mother. My father too.”
Count Florette had to attend a regular meeting at the castle, so he had to stay only one night before returning. The couple took turns hugging Sylvia before leaving. The Count held his daughter tightly and spoke in a low voice.
“Sylvia. I told you on your wedding day, but if you feel like you're having a hard time, come back anytime. Got it?"
“...Yes."
Like this, she felt suffocated every time she came face to face with the Count and his wife's clear affection. Is this a feeling of guilt or burden?
Sylvia barely answered in a tight voice and sent the two people off. She asked as she watched the carriage disappear through Auston's moving magic circle.
“What about Randall?”
“If no monsters appear, I understand that he are planning to work at the castle today.”
Thelma answered. Perhaps because of what happened last night, Sylvia felt uncomfortable being in the same space as Randall, so she decided to go out.
“I have to hold a debutante banquet soon, so I have to go to the market. Can you prepare it for me, Thelma?”
“If there is anything you need, I will call the merchant by his last name, Ma’am.”
"No. That’s because I want to take a look around myself.”
Thelma tilted her head and walked away, saying she would call her escort, Jeffrey. Sylvia was worried that Randall, who had heard of her going out, might come looking for her.
“What about Randall?”
“If no monsters appear, I understand that he are planning to work at the castle today.”
Thelma answered. Perhaps because of what happened last night, Sylvia felt uncomfortable being in the same space as Randall, so she decided to go out.
“I have to hold a debutante banquet soon, so I have to go to the market. Can you prepare it for me, Thelma?”
“If there is anything you need, I will call the merchant by his last name, Ma’am.”
"No. That’s because I want to take a look around myself.”
Thelma tilted her head and walked away, saying she would call her escort, Jeffrey. Sylvia was worried that Randall, who had heard of her going out, might come looking for her.
As soon as Jeffrey arrived, she left the castle as if running away.
“Ma’am, are you okay?”
Jeffrey asked worriedly. Hearing that title, several people passing by looked at them with curious eyes.
Jeffrey asked worriedly. Hearing that title, several people passing by looked at them with curious eyes.
Is it because I am reminiscing about old memories after a long time?
Today, people's gazes were particularly uncomfortable. Sylvia asked, pulling the hem of her hood deeper with one hand.
“...Call me by a pseudonym outside. Anything is okay.”
"Yes? How could that happen!”
"It's okay. Wouldn’t people be uncomfortable if they knew I was a Duchess?”
"All right."
Fortunately, Jeffrey quickly accepted that excuse. Sylvia was able to exhale comfortably only after people's gazes disappeared. Feeling much better, she looked around the bustling market streets and looked at the flowers and decorations.
'It's a debutante.'
Sylvia was lost in thought as she looked into the white gypsophila. Soon the northern social season begins with the Debutante Ball. Originally, the debutante was held in the royal palace, but the northern part, which was far from the capital, was an exception. Limited to noble daughters residing in the north, they could attend the debutante ball held at Belfort Castle and receive equal treatment as those who had debutantes at the royal castle.
'No matter how much I think about it, I think I chose the wrong person to marry. The problem is that my husband works too hard. I can't afford to die.
Sylvia sighed in dissatisfaction as she saw people talking happily about the barrier becoming more stable. She didn't have anything to buy, but she didn't want to go back to the castle, so she wandered the streets.
"Move!"
A commotion came closer from across the street. Sylvia looked at Jeffrey and her face and made a puzzled expression.
"What?"
"I know, right. Just in case, come behind me, Ma... Leah.”
“That’s right.”
Jeffrey almost said 'Ma'am' but quickly changed his words after receiving a glare from Sylvia. Sylvia turned towards the commotion with a satisfied look on her face.
“I told you to get out of the way!”
A man with a grim face was running recklessly through the crowd of people. He was followed by a woman wearing a large hood.
“That guy! Someone, please catch that guy! He's a pickpocket!”
The woman's voice was so loud that it made Jeffrey flinch his shoulders. Sylvia admired her good voice and then tilted her head.
“Oh my God, what’s going on?”
“She said he was a pickpocket!”
“Oh my, how good.”
People were whispering as if they had heard the woman's cries. Several people tried to catch the man, but no one was able to stop him because he was so big and strong.
'I wonder if he can be someone to vent his anger on.'
Sylvia wasn't in a good mood, but she smiled and said, "Hmm, it turned out well." When she touched Jeffrey's shoulder, he looked back at her in surprise.
“Yes, yes?”
“Why are you so surprised? By the way, sir, that pickpocket. Catch him.”
"Yes?"
“Because we have to help our citizens who are experiencing difficulties. Uh, going into the alley?”
"OMG!"
Jeffrey, who was shaking as if something was broken, was startled by those words and turned around. The pickpocket shook off the crowd and disappeared into a dark alley. He looked at Sylvia and the alley back and forth, confused, then bit his lip and begged.
“Ma’am, do you see over there? That's the security guard building. Madam, please go to the security guard and ask for their cooperation. You must be in it.”
"Yes. So let's go. I’m going to miss him if I keep doing this.”
When Sylvia nodded, Jeffrey quickly chased the pickpocket into the alley. As soon as he disappeared, she left the security building behind and entered another alley nearby. Red light shone from the golden eyes hidden by the hood. At the same time, a black specter rose like smoke from her shadow.
“Where did that person just go?”
Jeffrey will probably wander around for a while. Since ancient times, back alleys were created to avoid the eyes of people like him. But the ghost's eyes reach everywhere. Sylvia gave an order to the ghost who quickly found out the location of the pickpocket.
“Knock him down every time he try to get up. Hold on until I get there.”
The ghost got excited when told to torment humans and disappeared. Sulvia walked leisurely toward the location indicated by the ghost, wondering how she could effectively harass the man. Finally, it was time for her to turn the corner.
“I finally caught you, you thief!”
“Ahh!”
A loud scream was heard along with a woman's voice. Sylvia blinked her eyes, not recognizing the scene unfolding before her for a moment. So, she is a pretty woman with red hair...
“Save me!”
“Wa da ya mean to save ya! Ya ded ba ma hand today! (What do you mean to save you? You died in my hands today!)”
She was viciously biting the pickpocket's thigh.
“...Call me by a pseudonym outside. Anything is okay.”
"Yes? How could that happen!”
"It's okay. Wouldn’t people be uncomfortable if they knew I was a Duchess?”
"All right."
Fortunately, Jeffrey quickly accepted that excuse. Sylvia was able to exhale comfortably only after people's gazes disappeared. Feeling much better, she looked around the bustling market streets and looked at the flowers and decorations.
'It's a debutante.'
Sylvia was lost in thought as she looked into the white gypsophila. Soon the northern social season begins with the Debutante Ball. Originally, the debutante was held in the royal palace, but the northern part, which was far from the capital, was an exception. Limited to noble daughters residing in the north, they could attend the debutante ball held at Belfort Castle and receive equal treatment as those who had debutantes at the royal castle.
'No matter how much I think about it, I think I chose the wrong person to marry. The problem is that my husband works too hard. I can't afford to die.
Sylvia sighed in dissatisfaction as she saw people talking happily about the barrier becoming more stable. She didn't have anything to buy, but she didn't want to go back to the castle, so she wandered the streets.
"Move!"
A commotion came closer from across the street. Sylvia looked at Jeffrey and her face and made a puzzled expression.
"What?"
"I know, right. Just in case, come behind me, Ma... Leah.”
“That’s right.”
Jeffrey almost said 'Ma'am' but quickly changed his words after receiving a glare from Sylvia. Sylvia turned towards the commotion with a satisfied look on her face.
“I told you to get out of the way!”
A man with a grim face was running recklessly through the crowd of people. He was followed by a woman wearing a large hood.
“That guy! Someone, please catch that guy! He's a pickpocket!”
The woman's voice was so loud that it made Jeffrey flinch his shoulders. Sylvia admired her good voice and then tilted her head.
“Oh my God, what’s going on?”
“She said he was a pickpocket!”
“Oh my, how good.”
People were whispering as if they had heard the woman's cries. Several people tried to catch the man, but no one was able to stop him because he was so big and strong.
'I wonder if he can be someone to vent his anger on.'
Sylvia wasn't in a good mood, but she smiled and said, "Hmm, it turned out well." When she touched Jeffrey's shoulder, he looked back at her in surprise.
“Yes, yes?”
“Why are you so surprised? By the way, sir, that pickpocket. Catch him.”
"Yes?"
“Because we have to help our citizens who are experiencing difficulties. Uh, going into the alley?”
"OMG!"
Jeffrey, who was shaking as if something was broken, was startled by those words and turned around. The pickpocket shook off the crowd and disappeared into a dark alley. He looked at Sylvia and the alley back and forth, confused, then bit his lip and begged.
“Ma’am, do you see over there? That's the security guard building. Madam, please go to the security guard and ask for their cooperation. You must be in it.”
"Yes. So let's go. I’m going to miss him if I keep doing this.”
When Sylvia nodded, Jeffrey quickly chased the pickpocket into the alley. As soon as he disappeared, she left the security building behind and entered another alley nearby. Red light shone from the golden eyes hidden by the hood. At the same time, a black specter rose like smoke from her shadow.
“Where did that person just go?”
Jeffrey will probably wander around for a while. Since ancient times, back alleys were created to avoid the eyes of people like him. But the ghost's eyes reach everywhere. Sylvia gave an order to the ghost who quickly found out the location of the pickpocket.
“Knock him down every time he try to get up. Hold on until I get there.”
The ghost got excited when told to torment humans and disappeared. Sulvia walked leisurely toward the location indicated by the ghost, wondering how she could effectively harass the man. Finally, it was time for her to turn the corner.
“I finally caught you, you thief!”
“Ahh!”
A loud scream was heard along with a woman's voice. Sylvia blinked her eyes, not recognizing the scene unfolding before her for a moment. So, she is a pretty woman with red hair...
“Save me!”
“Wa da ya mean to save ya! Ya ded ba ma hand today! (What do you mean to save you? You died in my hands today!)”
She was viciously biting the pickpocket's thigh.
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