The Villainess who Only Had 100 Days to Live Had Fun Every Day

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“I’ll also look for medicines that are good for nourishment.
May I order them next time?”

“W, why do you insist on pursuing this matter…?”

“Shouldn’t it be obvious!? Let’s do our best together! If we work together, I’m sure we’ll succeed!”

““T-together?!””

The two were astonished by my determination.

Hmm… am I acting out of the character?

As expected, I had never been so adamant with them before.

…Nevertheless, it wasn’t like I had time to persuade them slowly.

“…Is it no good?”

…I never thought I’d use it against my parents, but—

I moistened both of my eyes, and stared intently at them.

…After gulping, the two of them finally relented.

“Well… if Lelouche insists that much… I should try my best?”

“W, well, my, Lelouche! How you have matured!”

‘My, my!’—while saying so, my mother kept hitting my father’s shoulder.

It seemed that the two of them had become closer.

…Also, under the table, it had become rather fussy—

—what are they doing?

Anyway, my strategy seemed to have progressed smoothly.

“Then, let’s do our best starting from tomorrow!”

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I smiled wholeheartedly while the two of them still seemed reluctant.

***

“You’re a truly sinful person, do you know that?”

“Oh, my, is this about His Highness?”

“No, it’s about your cruelty in general.”

“Well, I’m a villainess, aren’t I?”

Truth to be told, I was reluctant to accept it.

But, since the person who said it was a god, there might be some semblance of truth…

In my dream, the god was as harsh as always.

No matter how good-looking you are, you won’t be popular like this, y’know?

Then, I proceeded to ask him.

“Was god also a god in his previous life?”

“What do you mean?”

“I wonder if since it’s god, he’d be popular.”

“…Popular?”

In the first place, the concept of being ‘popular’ was a modern thing.
Therefore, given the noble characteristic of god, it might be reasonable for him to become confused.

Yet, the answer he reached as he touched his chin was surprisingly sincere.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have much memory of being favored by the opposite sex.
It isn’t something I prefer to talk about.
…I, don’t recall having a comfortable life.
Unlike what most think, my previous life was nothing remarkable.”

“…I see, I’m sorry for my uncouth question.”

“No, you don’t have to apologize, what I’m saying is—”

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God suddenly stopped talking.
When I stared at him, he averted his gaze.
While hiding his mouth with one hand, he started mumbling.

“I see, so that’s how it is… but, for real?”

Oh, my.

For even a god to use the slang, ‘for real’…

In that case, should I start speaking informally as well?

But my parents would become even more suspicious of me…

Since I was already aware of my life expectancy, I didn’t want to give them even more sad memories.

At the same time, I didn’t want to spend the remainder of my life being cared for.

I…

—if I could, I wanted everyone’s memories of me to be a happy one, ones where I was smiling.

“Fufu…”

“What’s the matter? Why did you suddenly laugh?”

“…So, at times like this, you refrained from reading one’s mind.”

“Didn’t you tell me not to?”

Oh, my, is he being considerate? How kind…

I also wondered what I was struggling with.
In the end, I decided to not bother.

“…I just thought that I’d do my best tomorrow.”

“I think that as it is, you’re doing fine.”

“I beg to differ.”

That night, in the pure white world, I laughed.

***T/N: T, the God got cuter each new chapter…