Guinevere Rodante was an indifferent woman who showed no interest even in the son she had given birth to.

Her only son was merely a mistake from one night, and no one knew who the child’s father was.

When that son grew up and said he was getting married, Guinevere nodded without even looking at the face of his bride-to-be.

The wedding was held grandly. After all, it couldn’t be shabby for the son of Rodante, the country’s one and only great witch.

The wedding, grandiose and splendid without any consideration for the bride’s tastes, lasted for an entire month, overwhelming even an emperor’s wedding.

And then she forgot.

She realized the existence of her daughter-in-law, whom she had completely forgotten about, when her son William barged into her research lab carrying his dying wife.

However, as the light of life was already fading, there was nothing Guinevere could do. They said she had been weak since birth.

The daughter-in-law died, and the son was completely broken. He missed important events, never remarried, and occasionally became so intoxicated that he tarnished the Rodante name.

Guinevere urged her son to forget the past, but soon regretted it. Because her son, William, turned back time.

On the day time was reversed, Guinevere felt a powerful magical wave from where William had been.

In that fleeting moment, her magic, sensing danger, surged uncontrollably and enveloped her. When the storm passed, she felt something amiss in her usually unchanging research lab.

As she headed towards William, Guinevere Rodante realized what had happened.

Everything had gone back 15 years. William, who had just turned 14, was facing some kid, not even remembering that he had turned back time.

Guinevere instinctively knew that child was the daughter-in-law whose name she could barely remember.

‘He turned back time for this one child?’

William wasn’t a wizard, but due to the witch’s blood flowing in him, he could use simple magic with blood as a medium.

Literally simple things. Like gathering water from the air to fill just one cup or lighting a fire without matches.

Time belonged only to gods and dragons. Even Guinevere Rodante, unprecedentedly great in history, couldn’t grasp even a moment of time.

‘All that studying was for nothing!’

Confirming her son’s brilliant talent, Guinevere educated him even more rigorously than in the previous life.

William, who had received many expectations as the son of the great witch even when his mother showed no interest, received even more attention and expectations from society when Guinevere started teaching him directly.

To the point where he wanted to die from being crushed under those expectations.

However, no matter how much he was taught, William couldn’t become a wizard. He grew into an even more depressed and quiet young man, and despite his busy schedule, he met and fell in love with that girl called Larisa or Lara or whatever.

Guinevere opposed it. Why marry a woman destined to die young? Her son was born with a great talent that could transcend the human realm and challenge the domain of gods.

There wasn’t enough time to devote his remaining life to magic, let alone play at love. Thanks to thinking this way, Guinevere was able to return even faster this time.

It was because Larisa died of illness while they were living in difficulty after eloping against Guinevere’s opposition.

William turned back time as soon as Larisa died. It was 10 years. Guinevere Rodante was the only one who remembered the total of 25 years that had disappeared from the past.

As soon as she traveled back in time, Guinevere immediately sought out William.

This time too, she found her son facing the child who was clearly Larisa, and immediately separated them.

William had turned time back to his first meeting with Larisa, but there was no way they could have fallen in love at first sight.

What could William have seen in a scruffy 7-year-old from the slums to fall in love at first sight?

There was a 7-year age gap between them. A 14-year-old boy wouldn’t fall for a 7-year-old child, so if they didn’t meet again after this, there would be no problem. Guinevere thought simply.

As she was about to teleport while grabbing her son by the scruff of his neck, William desperately cried out.

“Mother, wait a moment! My wallet is gone!”

“So?”

Guinevere teleported to William’s room, threw her son into a corner, and said coldly.

“You won’t need money anyway. You’re forbidden from going out until you become a wizard.”

‘That way, he won’t meet Larisa, fall in love, and have to turn back time again.’

But was it because Guinevere had thought too simply? Who would have thought that William, always so obedient, would disobey her words? In fact, she had let her guard down because no one had ever dared to disobey Guinevere.

William didn’t worry about future consequences. He had a desire to run away, and thinking he had lost all his savings that he had collected penny by penny for that desire to a pickpocket, he secretly escaped the mansion again to find Larisa.

By the time Guinevere noticed this fact and found William again, she saw him comforting Larisa, who was crying with dirt-covered hands, holding her in his arms.

It gave her goosebumps. A strong premonition that an invisible strong fate was binding the two together and would eventually lead her son to despair made Guinevere uneasy.

She immediately approached in one step and pulled the crying Larisa away from her son.

Larisa, unseemly light, was thrown aside like a discarded doll. Seeing this, William strongly resisted.

“Stop it! She just lost her mother yesterday!”

Hearing those words, Guinevere looked around and, seeing the shovel, the clumsily covered dirt, and the two children in dirt-covered clothes, guessed what had happened.

It seemed that although she had stolen William’s money yesterday, it wasn’t enough to save her mother. William, who had come to find his money, must have discovered that Larisa’s mother had died and buried her himself.

She thought that if the beginning of love was sympathy, it would be easy to cut off. Because if there was no need for sympathy anymore, it would be over.

Guinevere had Larisa adopted into a noble family. The method seemed effective.

At first, William seemed to be suspicious of his mother’s kindness, but soon forgot about Larisa.

The two met again at the New Year’s ball at the palace where Larisa made her debut when William was 25 and Larisa was 18.

By that time, Guinevere had completely let her guard down about her son not seeking Larisa and was engrossed in researching time-reversal magic.

Guinevere had witnessed it twice, and her son had succeeded twice, so she thought maybe she could do it too.

Guinevere had no moments she wanted to turn back, but a witch’s curiosity and desire for exploration set her on fire.

At the same time, William was burning with love for Larisa. If Guinevere had known, she wouldn’t have been leisurely researching magic like that.

A depressed young man who hadn’t become a wizard long after becoming an adult, and a fake lady who had luckily become the adopted daughter of a noble but couldn’t shed her lowly air and was ostracized in high society.

The two quickly became close, mixing their intense memories and fondness for each other from childhood, and fell in love as if promised.

When the two came to ask for permission to marry, Guinevere had to admit it. It might be a coincidence once or twice, but wouldn’t three times be fate?

However, Larisa was destined to die young. Even if they married like this, she would fall ill and die early, and her son would turn back time again.

Guinevere set a condition for the two.

“Have a child first. If a child is born between you two, I’ll give you permission.”

At least if there was a child, she thought her son wouldn’t turn back time out of despair.

However, no child was born even after three years. Then one day, William came to Guinevere’s tower carrying Larisa on his back.

The day from the first life was repeating itself. The difference was that there were traces of Larisa coughing up blood.

‘She didn’t cough up blood in the first or second life.’

Although she had grown up poor and struggling, making her body weak, she didn’t have a serious illness.

Moreover, in this life, she had grown up as an adopted daughter in a noble family since childhood, so shouldn’t she have lived longer than the poor at least?

Only then did Guinevere question her daughter-in-law’s illness.

She couldn’t save Larisa immediately, but she could delay her death.

With the results of 40 years of research on time magic, including the 25 years that had disappeared and the current life, Guinevere succeeded in making Larisa’s time flow slower.

However, there was no way to save Larisa, who was slowly dying.

Guinevere Rodante could teleport, summon storms, cause earthquakes, or burn half a continent, but she couldn’t find a way to help someone whose organs were already melting from poison.

Larisa lived for 10 years. It meant that the pain of death continued for 10 years.

She could die anytime if Guinevere just lifted the magic, but it was pain prolonged by William’s greed.

William researched resurrection magic almost like a madman, but wasn’t William’s talent in time magic to begin with?

Guinevere advised her son to give up on what he had no talent for and instead research time magic to turn back Larisa’s time.

“I don’t know how you did it, but you have the talent to turn back time twice.”

However, after hearing Guinevere’s story, William gave a faint smile and said,

“I’m sorry, Mother. I can’t make Lara suffer any longer.”

Then he took his own life in front of her.