The Villainess Who Died with a Grudge Against Everything Seems to Have Regressed, and Now She Will Live to Make the Butler Who Saved Her Happy – Chapter 3

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I was curious if it was because I had wished for it on my deathbed.

I awoke once more.

It reminded me of an antechamber in a royal palace. Marietta, the maid of honor, was doing my hair as I sat in front of the mirror.

Marietta said, with shining eyes, as she looked at herself in the mirror.

“Ojo-sama, you’re stunning! I’m afraid Jared-sama will fall for you!”

“What?”

I’d heard that phrase before—Marietta said the same words to me in the same situation the day Prince Jared called off the engagement.

It wasn’t just the words either. Everything I saw was familiar to me, including the dress I was wearing and the waiting room.

I opened my mouth with trepidation.

“Hey, Marietta, is today Jared-sama’s nineteenth birthday?”

“Ara? What are you talking about, Ojo-sama? Of course it is. We came to the palace today to celebrate Jared-sama’s birthday.”

Marietta said this with a curious look, then asked me with concern if I wasn’t feeling well. I smiled, puzzled, but assured her that I was fine.

What exactly do you mean? Is she trying to tell me that I’ve gone back in time a few months?

The palace staff urges me to go to the party after I have done my hair and dressed, despite the fact that I have no idea what is going on. Everything that happened there felt familiar.

Gradually, I realize that I’ve returned to the past.

Does this imply that Sylas is here as well?

My heart is racing… Sylas had to have been in the palace with me that day. He didn’t go to the banquet hall, but instead worked in another room with the other servants.

I’m curious about what happened, but I can’t seem to get out of the hall now that I’m here.

As soon as I thought about leaving the venue, even if the soldiers guarding the entrance were going to chase me, the engagement commotion began.

Prince Jared’s words, which had shocked me so much the previous time, didn’t hit home with me this time. I don’t care what he said, just let me find Sylas as soon as possible—was all I could think.

When I finally found the time to leave, I dashed out of the venue.

When I finally found Sylas, he gave me a worried look.

“What’s the real problem, Ojo-sama?” I thought you’d gone insane as a result of the shock.

“No, I’m not, I say. It’s all right. All I want is for the prince and Camilia to be happy.”

“I can’t forgive him for allowing Ojo-sama to suffer so much and then re-engaging himself with the saint…”

“That’s exactly what you’ve always said to me. What a fool I was not to listen to you.”

Sylas tilted his head as I said this sincerely. For heaven’s sake, he might think I’d really gone insane.

“Sylas. Let’s get home quickly. I have a lot of things I can do for you.”

“…? Ojo-sama—What’s going on—”

“Just come on, come on!”

I grab Sylas’ hand and begin to run. My heart is racing, and I feel like I can accomplish anything.

This mysterious rewind was interpreted by me as God saying, “If you want to make Sylas happy, do it with your own hands.”

I’ve had a miraculous opportunity.

I’m grateful to God, and I’m determined. I will not be guided by resentment in this life. I’m only going to live to make Sylas happy.

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