I Proposed to My Childhood Friend After Regressing - Chapter 91

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After My Regression, I Proposed to My Childhood Friend
Episode 91
Whether imagining Princess Elodie’s acting or not, Valois—or more precisely, Turner—gave a small shudder.
“Ugh…….”
“My lady?”
“No, it’s just…… I’m realizing anew that I’ll have to deal with people like that going forward. Actually, I thought I was playing Valois Crofford quite well myself. But I’m starting to think the real thing really is different…….”
“Mm…….”
Beatrice rolled her eyes at Turner, who seemed deflated.
As she searched for something to lift her spirits, she suddenly looked up with a flash of inspiration.
“Ah, that’s right. I have something I want to give you.”
“Yes?”
“This.”
What Beatrice pulled from her pocket was a pair of Perception-Blocking Glasses that she and Clyde often used.
“Oh! Oh!”
At the sight of her pointing at the glasses with wide eyes, Beatrice gave a small shrug and spoke.
“The magical effect isn’t quite as excellent as Her Majesty’s glasses. But I thought it would be better than continuing to wear a paper bag…….”
“Ah.”
Turner gently traced the edge of the paper bag she had neatly placed on the desk with her fingertip.
She had brought it, ready to slip it on at once if Beatrice found it uncomfortable to see Valois’s face.
“That’s—it’s a bit crude, isn’t it? You can’t hear the voice very well either.”
It was true that the sound came out muffled and the appearance was embarrassing…….
“More than that, it seemed hard on you, my lady. It’s suffocating. You can’t see ahead very well.”
“Ah…….”
Turner lost her words for a moment, not expecting Beatrice to think of such a thing.
She looked up at Beatrice with an expression of deep gratitude, holding the glasses in both hands.
It was truly an expression that clashed horribly with “Valois Crofford.”
Turner, quickly reading Beatrice’s subtle expression, swiftly put on the glasses and cleared her throat.
“Ahem, ahem! How about it? Do I look like someone other than Valois now?”
“Yes. At least to my eyes.”
“That’s good enough! Thank you so much for the precious gift. Oh, but I’ll return it to you later if you need it.”
Beatrice waved her hand quickly, saying there was no need, and Turner opened her mouth again.
“By the way, have you decided how to hold the princess’s wedding?”
“Ah, not yet. Once this is decided, it’s hard to go back, so I’m gathering various opinions.”
“Hm…… Then, would I be allowed to offer my thoughts as well?”
“Of course.”
At her immediate response, Turner’s lips moved as she steeled her resolve, her eyes sharpening with determination.
Beatrice, watching her, thought she’d done well to give her the glasses. She couldn’t imagine watching Valois Crofford himself do such a thing.
“Ahem, well, since you’re a Reincarnator too and Dalton is around, you’ll probably consider more than I would…… But I think it would be better to make it seem like things are going smoothly at the wedding venue, then blow everything open. More than anything, that way I can catch ‘Valois’ in one go and send him packing.”
……Send whom packing and do what?
Turner continued chattering as if talking about someone she didn’t know at all.
“So, ah, no. It would be faster if you saw this. This is why I’ve been visiting antique bookshops every week lately!”
Turner pushed the books in front of her within easier reach. Beatrice slowly scanned their titles.

Every single one looked full of ideas about harming or subduing someone.
Turner looked up at her with a somewhat delighted expression, fidgeting with the frame of her glasses.
“Everyone thinks I’ve really poisoned myself with this. I’ve actually bought quite a few books of this type at the antique shop and sent them to my house.”
“The reason you’re studying books like these is…….”
“Well, of course, to find something that ‘has no real harm but looks absolutely horrific on the surface.'”
She nodded matter-of-factly and added an explanation.
“I’m not sure if this library has it, but there’s a story about two children from enemy families falling in love. So to escape their families, they use ‘a drug that looks like it kills you but actually just puts you to sleep,’ right? That’s what I’m looking for.”
“And you want to expose the scene before the ‘culprit’ the princess has prepared shows up?”
“Yes, exactly! The princess will definitely try to deny it and abandon Valois, so I’ll reveal evidence of her involvement in outrage. That way both of them can go down nicely together.”
Turner was truly helping Beatrice while simultaneously working to bring Valois down.
Beatrice looked steadily at the book covered in sticky notes and spoke as calmly as she could manage.
“Come to think of it, my lady.”
“Yes?”
“The research related to your return will start very soon. I’ve already arranged people to conduct it and prepared a space.”
“Really?”
“Yes. There’s no consensus yet on exactly where to begin the research or what hypotheses we can form…… but there are quite a few researchers who are interested.”
It was a comment added out of concern that Turner might be disappointed at the lack of concrete results, but fortunately, Turner didn’t seem to mind much.
Instead, she smiled openly and answered in a casual tone.
“That’s more than enough. It was a problem I thought impossible to begin with. If I somehow can’t go back, you’ll have to keep my head from rolling, right?”
Turner added the last remark as if joking, then fell silent.
As if there was something more to say, she rubbed the book’s cover with her fingertip, then blinked quickly and parted her lips softly.
“That…… um, and, that thing you mentioned before.”
That thing? What thing?
Seeing Beatrice’s expression of complete bewilderment, Turner rolled her eyes slightly and spoke again.
“That, secret…… or something. The answer to the question I glossed over before.”
“Ah!”
Beatrice let out a light exclamation, blinking her pale green eyes as she looked at her.
Turner continued to groan as if wondering how to say it, then let out a small sigh and opened her mouth.
“First, I want you to know that my staying silent wasn’t really for my own sake, but because I was thinking of you and Dalton.”
“Well, for now, yes.”
“Did you ever…… imagine something like this when you were young? That the reality I live in might be nothing more than a story or part of a play?”
“Ah.”
Beatrice nodded lightly at Turner’s question.
“Yes, of course. I have. I still do sometimes.”
“Oh, really? Well then…… um, I think you have a very good sense.”
“Mm…… Could you explain it a bit more plainly?”
“I mean, put simply, well, okay. Yes, very simply put—this world is inside a ‘book’…… specifically, a fantasy novel called …….”
“…….”
“Sigh…… Yes. There’s no point in hesitating now that it’s all done…… To put it cleanly: when I opened my eyes, I found myself in the body of a villainess from a fantasy novel I was reading.”
That’s why she knew the end of Valois, understood the princess’s inner thoughts so well, and asked whether Beatrice was a Reincarnator or a Possessor.
“In the book, there was no setting where you and Dalton got married. Besides, since the protagonist is ‘Crown Prince Crowell,’ the two of you didn’t appear much. The things your families suffered were just described as misfortunes happening around the crown prince—devices to emphasize the protagonist’s tragic nature, you might say…….”
“…….”
“……Now you understand why I tried so hard to change the subject, don’t you? I’m nothing but a character in a book, and where I live is the backdrop of a novel with a predetermined ending. Who would believe that?”
And even if they did believe it, few would welcome such a thing.
Turner finished speaking and carefully watched Beatrice’s reaction. She was concerned about her attitude, which hadn’t responded once throughout and seemed somehow broken.
Then it happened.

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