I'll Become a Villainess That Will Go Down in History

I didn't understand what Grandpa Will meant.

"Ruin?"

Grandpa Will nodded slowly.

Ruin means you'll never be able to use magic again, right?

You don't have to look so anxious.

Grandpa Will's warm voice calms my heart.

Every time I read my expression, I suspect I'm actually seeing it.

"There are people I know who have been able to use magic since I was a child. I was told from around me that I had a rare talent, and I used more and more magic, and I learned level 80 before I turned thirteen."

"Level 80?

A minimum of three years to master level 80......

And level 80 is noble, right?

You mean she could have handled magic at the same age as me.

"Oh. I still fall in love with myself when I master level 80. He said he was better than the others."

"Isn't it natural to fall in love with yourself?

It's weirder not to be complacent about mastering level 80 at thirteen.

But that's what caused the ruin.

Grandpa Will laughed lonely.

"The fact that a complacent boy was able to master Level 80 led him to believe that he could master Level 100 next, even if he didn't level up in turn."

Level 100 is a level with only a few people in the world...

But I don't even know if it's going to be that idea.

"So what happened to the boy?

"I can never use magic again."

It's too cruel to be able to use magic in a grand aristocracy.

Because the boy has turned his expectations from around into disappointment, and he has to carry that pressure for the rest of his life. Or did the boy leave the house?

I tried to talk to Grandpa Will in detail, but I stopped.

Because Grandpa Will seemed to suffer too much.

I don't have eyes, but I understand that Grandpa Will is crying.

I'm sure you weren't acquainted, you were an important companion.

My breasts got painful too.

"Alicia, that talent is wonderful. But never think about suddenly taking a level and mastering it."

Grandpa Will told me to appeal to him.

"I understand."

When I said that, Grandpa Will stroked my head, saying he was a good boy.

It usually warms my heart, but today, for some reason, I didn't lose the spiciness in my heart.