Chapter 408

Chapter 408【It’s Fine to Reincarnate as a Villainess Daughter! But the Name ‘Ijiwaar Deswaar’ Seems a Bit too Cruel, Don’t You Think!?】Sara Salar, Baron’s Daughter SIDE (CAUTION!)

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From here on, it’s a collection of side stories about various people.

First up is the story of Sara Salar, the Baron’s daughter (appeared in Arc 5).

To be continued in the .

Ding, dong... Ding, dong...

The sound of the bell announcing the time echoed through Royal Kiralimake Academy, bathed in the setting sun.

In this season, when the sun sets early and it’s too cold to play outside, few elementary school students remain in the school building at this hour.

Unless they have a specific reason, children return to their dorms before sunset and start their homework.

“Strange... this is strange...”

In other words, this pink-haired beautiful girl, walking down the empty corridor, muttering to herself with a ghostly expression, with her arms crossed and her head down, had a reason to “stay in the school building until this hour”.

The name of this girl, walking alone, her blazer-like uniform bathed in the yellow light of the setting sun streaming through the semi-circular window, is Sara Salar.

She has excellent grades and is also very athletic.

She embodies the ideal of being both academically and physically gifted, and is also a beautiful girl.

Although her birthright is low, as the daughter of a baron from a rural area, “normally”, she’d already be attracting attention from the royal family and powerful nobles, even at this stage in elementary school she’s that much of a prodigy.

Yes, “normally”.

But her current situation is far from being surrounded by high-ranking people... in fact, people are keeping their distance from her.

They’re thinking, “Ehhh... no, that girl... isn’t she a bit weird?”.

Why?

...It’s because of her personality and behavior.

Despite being from the countryside, her behavior is completely lacking in common sense.

Even though she’s still in elementary school, no even if she wasn’t in elementary school, it would be strange, she blatantly treats certain male students differently.

She lacks modesty.

Her sense of distance is off.

She’s filled with this mysterious confidence that ‘she deserves to be loved by ‘everyone’’, and it’s kind of scary.

She sometimes mutters things that don’t make sense, which is creepy.

She often acts preemptively, as if she can see the future, which is super creepy.

There are countless reasons why she’s being avoided.

On top of that, she’s unable to “reflect”.

For example, let’s say she does something outlandish, and the teacher, in a logical and easy-to-understand way, cautions her.

She’s intelligent.

So she can understand the teacher’s lecture perfectly.

While listening, she’ll tremble, her face pale, tears welling up in her adorable eyes, “acting as if she’s reflecting”.

But.

After an hour or so.

She’ll completely forget about the lecture and, with an adorable smile, repeat the same thing.

The teachers have given up on trying to improve her behavior.

There was a hypothesis that ‘she’s being manipulated by some advanced curse or magic’, but it was denied.

They secretly examined her, but nothing came up.

If her behavior is due to a curse...

‘It’s as if she’s loved by God’, they say.

...Well, she actually is loved.

Anyway, Sara Salar hated Ijiwaar.

She dislikes the fact that she’s acting like a good girl despite being a villainess.

It’s frustrating that only she knows that she’s a villainess... but no one believes her.

“Ahh... damn it!”

Thinking about Ijiwaar, Sara Salar’s thoughts gradually became clouded, and she couldn’t think straight.

And in the end, only the feeling of ‘hating Ijiwaar’ remained.

And that’s also really unpleasant, a source of irritation for her...

Frustrated, Sara Salar scratched at her beautiful pink hair, messing it up.

It was at that moment.

“...?”

Sara Salar felt a breeze gently caress her cheek.

“Did someone forget to close a window?”

Then she has to close it.

Sara Salar naturally thought so.

Although she’s been “made to act” outlandishly when it comes to “otome game” matters, she’s relatively good-natured and common-sense at her core.

If the window is left open, the room will get cold, and the heating costs will increase, and it’s a shame for the child who forgot to close it to be scolded.

Thinking that, Sara Salar walked towards the source of the wind, a door at the end of the corridor that seemed to be left open.

That room was the art room.

Is it empty...?

She thought that and peeked through the open door, but...

There was a boy in the room.

The boy was positioned in the center of the room, moving his arm intently towards a canvas.

He was painting.

A room filled with the setting sun, bright and glowing.

White curtains swaying in the wind.

Cold air caressing her skin.

The smell of paint.

A boy painting.

A scene that didn’t appear in the ‘otome game’.

Sara Salar before she knew it...

Stepped into the art room with a light heart.

Her heart is light, but...

Her mind is strangely clear.

She felt that way.

The fog in her head, the irritation, the hatred...

It seemed like those things had faded.

“Hey.”

Sara Salar spoke to the boy who was painting.