The Yandere Villainess’s Past Life Was That of a Lonely Woman. After Reflecting and Stopping Her Stalking of Her Fiancé, He Somehow Started Approaching Her Instead. - Chapter 26

“Um… you’ll forgive Lucius, won’t you?”

“Why?”

That line didn’t come from me. It was from Hydra, Licorice’s “younger brother.”

Still, I shared his sentiment.

I stared at my homeroom teacher, who looked like a child, with an expression of disbelief.

The moment we arrived at school that morning, Hydra and I were summoned to the staff room by our teacher.

Strictly speaking, the summon was meant for me alone; Hydra was only the messenger.

At dinner the night before, he had told me that the teacher had asked him to tell his “sister” to come to the staff room after the break.

At first, I planned to go alone, but for some reason, Hydra rode the same carriage to school and naturally tagged along.

That childlike teacher was utterly terrified of the so-called “Cursed Young Lady.”

So I figured it might be easier for him to talk if someone was there as a buffer, and I didn’t stop Hydra from coming.

“Hey, Sensei. Don’t you think that’s weird? Do you even realize what you’re saying?”

“H-Hydra…”

“You’re asking the victim to forgive the guy who shoved her? That’s messed up. That’s a crime, you know?”

Hydra was going full throttle, but honestly, this was entirely Mr. Roy’s fault.

He had opened with the textbook example of what a spineless, peace-at-all-costs teacher would say. His attempt at persuasion couldn’t have been worse.

In this situation, the first thing he should have done was express concern for my condition, then apologize for leaving me unconscious afterward.

Only then should he have gotten to the point.

He could’ve explained that Lucius regretted what he did, that he was reflecting on his actions—something that would make it easier to feel sympathy. Maybe even mention the disciplinary measures being considered.

Even then, it would still be odd for a teacher, not the person at fault, to be the one asking for forgiveness.

I understood why, though. If Lucius were expelled and vanished from the noble academy, it would mess up the story’s structure.

Depending on the route, there are characters who fade from focus, but the heroine was already close to Lucius.

Maybe the teacher’s desperate attempt to protect him was a result of game logic.

The thought made me feel exhausted.

If that was really the case, then I wanted to cut all ties with Lucius and the heroine as soon as possible and live free from such constraints.

“My sister got hurt in the head because of that guy, and she’s been struggling ever since. That’s clearly an assault case. This isn’t about forgiveness or not, right?”

Still, Hydra’s way of speaking was totally unfitting for someone from a noble family.

He sounded like a delinquent straight out of a high school brawl manga.

Given his looks, he’d probably be popular with female readers.

His outfit was relatively modest, so maybe he fit the “mild delinquent” archetype.

He once said that acting like a bit of a troublemaker made it easier to get away with unusual behavior.

“W-wait, an injury? You mean, she just hit her head a little, right?”

That Radiata? The teacher sounded genuinely shocked.

My frustration evaporated into pure exhaustion.

If Hydra was the “delinquent” type, then Licorice must’ve been treated like a gag or immortal character.

And sadly, if you didn’t follow Lucius’s route in the game, that assumption would’ve been completely correct.

As I was thinking that, Hydra looked ready to argue further, but I stopped him with a hand.

In the game, there was a scene where Licorice fell from the rooftop and got up without a scratch before running off.

If things like that happened regularly, it made sense people didn’t treat her as human.

But now that most of the dark spirits who once protected me had abandoned me, I knew that if I tried something like that, I’d die for sure.

“Oh my, I do get hurt and bleed, you know?”

Saying it with a fake smile, I added lightly, “It’s quite sad to be thought of that way.”

I’d learned from my failure with Lucius and was careful with my tone now. It made me sound more like the “in-game Licorice,” but so be it.

The teacher blinked at me in shock, then started bowing his head rapidly in apology.

“M-my apologies! That was an awful thing to say! Please forgive me!”

“It’s fine. I didn’t suffer any serious injuries, after all. So I’ll forgive you… the teacher, that is.”

That was my subtle way of saying I would not forgive Lucius.

Apparently, the teacher didn’t notice, because he looked visibly relieved.

Viewed as a boy, he was rather cute, but as a teacher, he was hopelessly unreliable.

Above us, the school bell rang, signaling the start of homeroom.