My precious daughter had just turned ten. My daughter, who had been bedridden due to the epidemic for a week, suddenly cried when she woke up— “—Mother!! I seem to be the villainess!!” My daughter said that this world was the universe of a certain novel, and that she’d end up harassing the heroine of the story, who was also her love rival. As the villainess by the name of Lily Lou, she’d pitch her mother—a spellcaster—against the heroine. My sweet daughter, Lily Lou. When the time has come for you to fall in love, I’d love to support you with everything I have, but I have no intention of interfering, much else using my ability. —Even more so because you’re dear to me. As such, I can’t let you rely on curses. I haven’t told my daughter, yet, but I’ve always regretted it…