The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!! (WN)

Prologue

It’s a good story.

I, “Isabella Allie Rottenstein,” the Duke’s three women, remembered memories of a previous life.

In the previous world, a 28-year-old, single woman working for a call center. Japanese.

In today’s world, the villain warlord of the maiden game Love Magical is six years old. Roseal Kingdom People.

Yeah. It’s a good story… and it’s perfect!!

Why, you’re reincarnating!! Me, dead? What?!

In the first place, B gay is fiction, right?

Isn’t it strange that there are different worlds exactly like that fiction?

And why, as promised, are you reincarnated into a villain’s warrant!!

Japanese in creations, reincarnating into different worlds too much!!

I’ve been in a bad mood for a while, and there’s nothing left to talk about.

Once again, I turn my gaze back to the person who inspired me to remember my previous life.

I guess the incentive to remember if Temple Street was an accident like face-to-face meeting with a prince who was going to be his fiancée, or punching him in the head, but I wasn’t.

A familiar merchant called by his parents to give a birthday present to his oldest sister, who went to the neighboring country to marry him.

A son, whom the merchant was bringing, crouched near the merchant’s carriage and looked at the queue of ants.

I know him.

Nine years later, the character will be on the stage of the game Love Magical, coming out of the King’s National Academy of Rosary Magic.

It’s you, Ursh, son of a big merchant.

I don’t know my family name.

By the way, he’s not a target character.

Let’s say it again. He is not a target character.

To be specific, he is a supporting character.

He sells magic items in favor of strategies and events with points earned in mini-games.

In a sense, it is a mob character, so the appearance is not as good as the target of the attack.

But he was a Dompisha to my taste in previous life.

Light brown, moffy hair close to beige.

Soft face with a child’s face.

And I’m not sure if it’s open or not, thread. You call that a line eye, too?

At first, I thought it looked like a thread because of a fuzzy smile.

Even with the surprised face when I gave out the s-rare in the chatter, it was a thread, so I guess it’s a thread in defo.

Lovely. Soothing. Something sheepy. Rabu.

A friend asks me to just sign up for an invited item, in an invited game,

I wasn’t interested in the handsome character’s offense at all, but Ursh struck me out of my mind, and for Ursh’s sake alone, it was like I was logged in.

I bought an item from you, Ursh, and just to see the words “Maido ” and the illustration of a smile, I earned points repeatedly for the mini-game,

It’s an item-by-event chatter, and when you pull ‘Rare’, you say, “Oh, my goodness,” and it rings crackers, two-headed Ursh. Your little carai illustration,

To see the surprise face illustration when I pulled “S rare” and the R (abbreviated) illustration that rings the cracker (around the use), I was shredding the billing chatter while cutting the cost of food.

Ah, this game. The basics are free, but some pay, like billing items and billing chatter.

One day, I was hoping that the day would come when I could attack him.

I poured in most of my paycheck, cut my food bills, and I fucked him hard.

To a flimsy quote without enough nutrition, I fell in an apartment where I lived alone.

I couldn’t even call for help, and I didn’t drink or eat for two days, and I was rolling on the floor, and my last memory…

My cause of death is now known.

I’m starving to death from malnutrition!! In Japan in an era of satiety!!

Well, let’s put that aside for one second.

We can no longer do anything about the cause of death in our previous lives!!

But isn’t this your chance?

Now that you have formed the B gay reincarnation!! Right in front of you, Real Ursh, you are here!!

As I shredded my life, I kept waiting for the opportunity to attack you, Ursh!!

We are in the same world!!

Oh!! I want to see you closer Ursh!!

Mr. Ursh as a child!!

I breathed the same air as you nearby Ursh. Go!!

If that’s the case, we’ll only be close.

I’m getting closer to you, Ursh, who’s crouching.

“Hey, what are you looking at there?

I know you’re looking at ant queues.

I didn’t know how to cut it out.

Face up to my voice, young Ursh.

It’s been a thread (naturally) since I was a kid. Lovely.

He looks at me, all of a sudden, with a strange look at me as Kyoton (it’s hard to tell because it’s a thread, but maybe it is. staring) Young Wolsh. Lovely. Nice.

Keep it up, Cotten and your neck, young Ursh. Lovely. I like it.

With the impetus of his neck, Mohmov’s hair rocks “morph”. Lovely. I really like it.

“… ants?

The response is one-tempered. Lovely. Love it.

Besides, it’s doubtful. Lovely. Love you!!

“Ahhh! Cute!! Love you!! Please don’t marry me. Hey!!

I can’t contain my thoughts, I can’t go about my momentum in making a proposal in person, Pocan, Mr. Ursh.

Cuteness and, after a while watching me shake my fist, bored by love and holding my hands and making

Young Ursh replies with a laugh.

“Fine. When you grow up, come to your daughter-in-law. Absolutely, right?