Cursed Villainess’ Obsession

Translation:

'It’s not a dream...! It’s not a dream...! It’s not a dream...!!'

Emily was running down a sunlit path, her body drenched in the red glow of the setting sun.

“Kya-hahaha! Where are you going~?”

Behind her, a long-haired woman in black was chasing her, swinging a terrifying pair of scissors.

'No, no, no, I can’t take this anymore…!'

Tears filled Emily’s eyes as she glanced back at the woman, who pursued her with an eerie grin. This was the second morning after her first death.

'...Why is this scene so familiar?'

The scenes she thought she had only seen in a dream weren’t from a dream at all. They were memories of the day before she died.

"Emily... Are you okay? You left suddenly yesterday."

Marin’s concerned gaze.

"Good morning, Emily."

Adrian’s usual smile and greeting.

'...I know all of this.'

Even the content of the lessons was exactly as it had been in the dream. Ken still didn’t show up to class, just like in the dream.

Everything was unfolding exactly as it had in her nightmare.

Which meant…

'...That woman on the way home?'

The final part of her dream.

The eerie laughter, the unsettling gaze.

The sharp scissors slicing across her throat.

The cold sensation of her body stiffening as she bled out flashed back into Emily’s mind, causing her to shiver.

'I have to take a different route!'

If today was going to follow that nightmare exactly, then what was going to happen later must also play out the same way.

So she had to avoid it.

Emily decided to take a completely different path back to the dorm, far from the usual route.

But, as if it were a cruel joke, she ended up encountering the same woman.

“Heeey~, did you bring them~?”

Snip.

The chilling sound of scissors snapping shut.

With that sound, the unsettling woman approached Emily.

The memory of her blood-soaked nightmare flooded back, and Emily’s body trembled with fear.

"Wh-why... I-I took a different path..."

But despite taking an alternate route, the long-haired woman stood before her.

The woman asked again, her voice just as haunting.

“Did you bring the child of prophecy~?”

The question triggered memories of the words she had heard in the nightmare.

Bring the child of prophecy.

'The child of prophecy... that’s me.'

Before entering the academy, a high-ranking official of the kingdom had referred to Emily as the child of prophecy, giving her a recommendation to attend the academy.