The Villainess That Was Once A VRMMO player Chapter 39，Part3

Chapter39，Part3

I wondered if it was OK to show their research so easily, but it seed like they didn’t care about other people’s research as long as it didn’t interfere with their own. At the very least, they should have seen who ca in, but they didn’t even turn their heads in my direction.

“The door is heavy…”

I knocked and, as usual, there was no answer, so I entered on my own, but they really didn’t pay attention to anything but their research. The materials were scattered around, and the doors were stuck half open, with so being difficult to open due to rusted hinges.

It seems that in this research building, they were doing experints on improving the efficiency of spells and creating new spells. Looking closely, I also found words for spells that I had sent to the Mage’s Guild.

I would not teach dangerous spells to this country, though they would surely advance their research at a rapid pace if I disclosed the spells I had.

I was expecting to find research on spells above the 6th class that have not been disclosed, but it seed that this was not the case here.

I was disappointed, so I put my hand on another door to look at a few more places before leaving, but it was stiffly locked up.

“Again…”

t I wasn’t just a tiny 10-year-old girl because I, too, was becoming more and more like my player character, and my status was improving.

As I put more strength into my hands while being aware of my strength status, the door, which had not even twitched, made a creaking sound.

*Bakin…!

“…”

Excuse . It appeared that the door was unlocked.

As soon as the door opened, sothing that appeared to be a part of the lock fell out, so I pushed it into a corner with my foot. Ah, it was rusty. I was sure it wasn’t because I put a lot of stupid force into it.

What should I do anyway? Sorry, but since I’m already here, let take a look around the room.

When I entered the room, it was dark, and even the windows seed to be tightly shut.

I wondered if there was sothing that would change in quality when exposed to sunlight. This kind of feeling reminds of a dark room for photography.

If so, I wouldn’t let in too much light. I wonder what they were studying, but I should close the door and return it to its original state.

“Nn?”

My night vision appeared to be working as well, albeit not as well as my player state. My eyes, now accustod to the darkness, caught sight of sothing that appeared to be a photograph all over the wall.

I felt a sense of déjà vu about sothing. As I approached it with a bad premonition, I noticed a large box with the lid open and several cloth-like objects curled up in the middle of the box.

“…[Light]…!?”

Although I knew I shouldn’t, I used the living magic [Light] and felt a chill run through my entire body at the sight that unfolded before .

The photo-like pictures on the wall showed many girls and the tops of their feet, and the box I had just seen contained a large amount of small fabrics that were supposed to be for girls.

“…[Fire Ball].”

That day, in one of the research buildings of the magic academy, a magic accident occurred from what seed to be a 5th class [Fire Ball], and a corner of the building disappeared. Scary.

*

My foggy mory had co back. It was quite a shocking event, so it seems my brain subconsciously forgot about it.

Maro, he was Maron, the son of the first court mage, the sickly capture target.

There was no description of Maron in the ga, but the reality was frightening. Also, in the ga, when I tried to capture Maron, the villainess Carol appeared.

As I was reflecting on my carelessness after returning to the mansion from school, about becoming involved with that thing, and inadvertently burning the evidence of the evil deed, Dirk, who had just returned from school, ca to the room where I was with a face full of bitterness, and slamd an envelope on the table.

“…What’s this?”

“It’s an invitation from the royal court, telling you to go to the castle this weekend because Camille is going to et you. Don’t get wrong. It’s a political decision for a subhuman like you to be the fiancée of Camille. You’ll be kept by for the rest of your life.”

“…”

Camille…could it be my fiancée who had neglected for five years?

What exactly does he want to do now?