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 369: There’s No Dream or Hope!

Since I met Orgumas at the Magic Academy, nothing particularly noteworthy happened, and we enjoyed a rare, leisurely break.

That said, I occasionally accompanied Iris and the others on shopping trips or analyzed magic circles and runes based on Igarl’s data, so there wasn’t much time to relax. Still, having the freedom to do things I like made the time pass joyfully, so it wasn’t bad at all.

Moreover, during our free time, I visited the house where Hamiru and Eiri lived and had a reunion with Eiri, where Fiera and the others were curiously observing Eiri’s pregnant figure and touching her belly.

Well, when Fiera and the others started asking Eiri about the tough things and precautions for later learning, I was a bit flustered in response. However, since I wasn’t entirely surprised by their unexpected behavior, I chose, as usual, to ignore it and pretend I didn’t hear anything.

And so, the time flew by, and it was soon time for us to return to the academy. Right now, I was outside the mansion, being seen off by Sonia’s parents and the servants who had been taking care of us until now.

“Sigh. You’re really leaving, Sonia. It’s going to be lonely again.”

“Geez, Dad. You said that when I went to the Empire too.”

“Is that so? Well, it’s always sad when a child leaves their parents, no matter how many times you experience it.”

“Is that how it is? Mom feels the same way?”

“Indeed. There’s some sadness, but not as much as your father’s. It’s not like we’re parting forever; you’ll come back, right? As long as you’re safe and sound, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Mom…”

As expected of a mother.

Unlike her doting father, Gil, who splurges on his daughter, Mother Linda expresses her worry, yet chooses her words carefully to ensure Sonia can leave calmly.

“More importantly, Sonia. I have something important to discuss, so make sure you listen.”

“Y-yes.”

“This is an advice from me, but a woman’s appeal lies not in her chest but in her nurturing spirit.”

“…………Huh?”

In the midst of this, Sonia couldn’t help but tense up at Linda’s serious demeanor, focusing on her words, only for her to suddenly say something so out of the blue.

It was so unexpected that Sonia took her time to respond, but Linda’s speech continued unabated.

“Listen carefully. Unfortunately, because you’ve inherited quite a bit of my mother’s blood, your chest hasn’t developed as much as mine did.”

“Um, Mom. You didn’t have to say that right now, not with everyone listening.”

“Well, I can’t help it! I forgot after everything that happened when you returned. Now, continuing with my speech, as I mentioned earlier, your chest hasn’t grown compared to mine.”

“That’s true, but you really don’t need to say it so outright. Not twice, either…”

“However, the most important thing for a woman to win over a man isn’t her chest. There are people who only care about that, but luckily, Eir isn’t one of those lowly folks. Plus, a chest is merely fat; as you age, it’ll sag and only become a nuisance.”

“I didn’t want to hear such dreamless and hopeless words so openly in front of so many people.”

“There are no dreams or hopes in chests. Just fat and weight. So what is most important for a woman to win a man’s heart? It’s that nurturing spirit.”

“Nurturing spirit?”

“Fiera and the others, this is advice from me, so pay attention. Children inherently prefer their mothers over their fathers. If it’s a girl, there are many empathetic connections given their shared similarities, and if it’s a boy, he will instinctively seek out the kindness of his mother. So what attracts such children? That is what we call a nurturing spirit. Boys tend to unconsciously seek that nurturing characteristic, gravitating towards those who have a mother-like atmosphere. If you understand this much, you should get it now.”

With that, Linda dramatically fanned herself with the fan she held, exuding an aura reminiscent of my own mother as she finished her point.

“I see. It’s true that Eir does have a soft spot for his parents. Especially his mother; it’s like he can’t stand up to her, and she always gets her way with him.”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, that might be true. El especially cherishes his parents.”

“Nurturing spirit. I wonder how exactly I should embody that. It sounds a bit abstract and hard to imagine.”

“For starters, how about learning from Eir’s mother? If we go by Sonia’s mother’s words, that seems like a sure way.”

“Right. Just as Iris said, that might be the shortcut and the right answer.”

“I think nurturing spirit comes from life experiences. A heart that loves others. A heart that cherishes someone. That might connect to nurturing spirit.”

“Wow. Miria, that sounds kind of philosophical. Well, it’s true there are things you can only gain through experience, so maybe that’s how it is.”

This peculiar conversation that started between Sonia and Linda soon involved Fiera and the others, leading the women into a discussion about nurturing spirit that somehow transformed into the topic of how all guys, to varying degrees, are mama’s boys.

In the meantime, what was I doing, you ask?

Of course, ignoring it.

From past experiences, I know joining such conversations would only lead to trouble, and besides, I found it more troublesome to get involved, so I was thoroughly ignoring them.

Oh, and as for Gil, Sonia’s father, the moment Linda began her absurd speech, he instinctively stepped back and expertly became invisible, rivaling any assassin.

However, having seen everything from the sidelines, I noticed Gil’s gaze meet mine, which somehow conveyed a sense of camaraderie, followed by a silent smile.

Come on, she’s your wife! I’d appreciate it if you intervened instead of just smiling.

“Hey. It’s about time we head back.”

That said, being stuck here talking for too long when we were supposed to leave was tedious, so I called out at an appropriate moment to force the discussion to a close.

Seriously, it might have been better to leave them behind.

Fiera and the others could probably make it back by running, while Iris and Sephiria might just slow us down. If Fiera and Lavienne carried them, we wouldn’t have had a problem though.

Maybe I made a slight miscalculation.

“Well then, I’ll officially take my leave.”

“Have a safe trip. Be careful of illnesses or injuries!”

“You can come back anytime!”

“Okay!”

Thus, we finally set off on our journey back to the imperial capital. We dashed through the gates of the Magic Kingdom, then moved to a less populated area, where we made our return using transfer magic for a swift trip home.

By the way, a few days before leaving, Sonia’s parents mentioned preparing a carriage, but since I had grown accustomed to transfer magic, I found it tedious to shake around in a carriage, so I declined their suggestions, stating that running would be faster, and I told Fiera and the others I’d use transfer magic once we left the gates.

After swiftly returning to the academy, the first people to greet us were…

“Welcome back! Finally made it!”

“O-welcome back, Is! I’m so glad you returned safely.”

For some reason, Mejina was all smiles in an apron, while Sharueina looked like she was struggling not to throw up, clutching her mouth and stomach.