Reincarnated as a Villain That was Killed Before the Game Starts

[20] With a sleeping boy, a will and

One errand in the kingdom of the beast man was finished, on the occasion of his reunion with Gilbert.

But I came to the Land of the Horned Beast, so I want to take a little sightseeing.

Claude was ok with that, too, so I decided to go to bed early that day.

I was tired yesterday today, so if I wanted to wake up a little late, I’d be woken up early in the morning with the sound of a knock.

It’s a rough knock, and it doesn’t seem to be Claude.

Ixis doesn’t knock, and Feather never visits my room.

Jimmy would be the one to say it in the erasure method.

When I opened the door gently, a bouquet of flowers was pressed in front of me.

“Whew!?

Confused, but receiving that great bouquet of flowers.

I lowered my gaze slightly and Feather was staring at me.

“What you were saying was true, and Gil was alive. I did something wrong. I’m not saying forgive me. But… I’m sorry!

That’s all Tung says, Feather leaves.

Could it have been an apology?

It was so sudden and light, I couldn’t keep up with my head.

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“It’s hard to eat when you see it so much”

“Oh, sorry.”

At the breakfast table, I was staring at Feather.

“Well, you don’t have to apologize. You must be confused because I suddenly changed my attitude. I’m telling you, it’s not like I don’t know. I apologize if I think it’s bad, and I’ll change my attitude.”

Feather behaved differently towards me.

The grandeur’s attitude remains the same as it was originally, but without thorns.

“But you’re bad, too. If you’d told me from the beginning that you didn’t abandon Gil, but returned to the kingdom of the Beast… no, I probably wouldn’t have believed you.”

Are you reflecting on your attitude, Feather’s verbal butt is weak.

Roots were more like honest kids than I thought.

Hey, there’s been a lot going on, but I’m glad you’re in the land of the Beast Man.

Looking at this seems like it.

Well, some of them smash that thought.

“I’m so happy to have a day with Master Hilda. I can die now.”

“Damn it, Gil exaggerates too much. What’s in that hand, by the way?

“This is a paper towel that Master Hilda was wiping his hands with earlier… I picked it up because it still seems to work”

“Gil hasn’t picked up a lot for a long time. Pick up the garbage and what are you gonna do?”

A conversation ensues in front of Gilbert, who smiles and looks happy, and Feather, whose face is loose as he said it was the only way.

The little eagle beastman feather had a more smiling air in it than Gilbert, the big dog beastman of his body, said his brother.

That’s crazy.

There’s a paper towel in the place where I wash my common hands, and it’s not a cloth towel. I remember putting it in the trash after wiping my hands thinking it was unusual or something.

Gilbert might be a bit of a stalker, too, huh?

I got scared of what paper towels I was going to use for, so naturally I recovered them.

Gilbert looked sorry for him, but he would never give it back.

By the way, this is Gilbert’s treatment after this.

Looks like Feather wants to take you home, but I’m leaving you.

Looks like you’re doing a good job at the florist, and you seem to have a relationship over here.

More importantly, I don’t think it’s good for my mental stability.

Besides, Gilbert can do it happily enough without Hilda.

When I told Gilbert I wasn’t going to take you, yes, I was sure.

“Do you mean to elevate my feelings… and leave me alone? Master Hilda is really a terrible person. But there… I love it.”

This is how I dyed my cheeks, so I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

That looked comfortable again, too, so I thought, what am I really going to do with this kid now?

Honestly, I was more worried about Gilbert’s future than I was worried about leaving him!

… I want you to stay away from Hilda and find a new way to live in love.

Yes, I just want it to be true.

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“Claude, is Jimmy still awake?

“Don’t worry about it. Because it’s the usual.”

There was no Jimmy at the breakfast table, so I laugh like if you ask Claude, don’t worry.

Hilda’s favorite boy, Jimmy, is a good kid out of hand, but he’s got a little problem.

Not that I’m weak, but I can’t wake up once I sleep.

Often when I realized I was gone and slept in my room.

It’s been like this for about a month now, and I told the doctor that I showed him that maybe he’s not feeling well, but it’s nothing.

I was also worried about taking him to the kingdom of the beast man, but I brought him because he said he was fine.

… I’m worried you might be making it impossible.

“I think if the lady shows her face, she’ll wake up. Go for it.”

Claude tells me to visit Jimmy’s room.

I just knocked with Concon, and I felt signs of people behind my back.

……

I turned around but no one.

When I thought it was my fault, I heard a voice from inside saying please, go into the room.

“Sorry, I think I overslept again.”

“Are you feeling all right?

Jimmy stood up laughing and took the letter out of the bag he had brought and handed it to me.

“What’s this?

“It’s a letter from me. If I don’t wake up for more than three days, open it.”

Jimmy tells me in a refreshing way when he asks.

“… when they say that, it makes me look like a will (Yui Gong-shi) and scared. Are you sure you’re all right? Did I force you to?

Jimmy smiled softly at me as I accidentally turned pale.

“You don’t have to be sick. ‘Cause I’m just gonna give it to you in case it might come one day.”

No, no, no, he said he cared!

Whatever you think, it sounds like a will. Here.

“Take it easy, Jimmy! The doctor said it wasn’t bad anywhere, and it’s not the rest of my life!

Jimmy is probably depressed because he’s sick about his body that falls asleep.

If you think so and encourage it, Jimmy says thank you.

“I had a lot of fun keeping them alive.”

He looks so happy, Jimmy laughs.

He was like strangely enlightened by your thirteen-year-old.

“If you think of me… may I ask you a favor”

“Say anything, anything! Because I’ll buy you something delicious or anything!

If Jimmy could have the light of hope, he would have given me a thick letter.

“This is a letter addressed to Hilda. Can you only open it if your memory returns?

“What? Yeah…… ok”

Jimmy with a sweet face, let me hold the letter.

I stroked his hand gently, like a treasure.

“Then you’ll excuse me because I’m sleepy again. Good night.”

That said, Jimmy fell asleep again, so I had to leave the room.

Looks like we just got more wills, even though we tried to get hope……

Two letters Jimmy gave me were releasing a presence in my hand.