I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

"It's not a sidekick!

With a relentless rage, the wooden sword in his hand is bounced off.

There is no such thing as Gunter's lack of discipline attached to the archaic opponent of the sword. Thank you for holding onto my arm, which is paralyzed by shock.

It was in late summer, when Raswiwok grew to be fine even with his eyes off.

Beside the Golden Hill Hall, a facility for the leadership was finished, while the military of the territory was at the mercy of the extraterritorial soldiers hired by the Earl of Teresia.

You've got a very fine building... what a bunch of things I've been watching through the window.

If a man entered the facility and actually began to operate, how could he be thrown into it at the hands of the Earl to learn martial arts? Guided tour of one (Viscount) three-month apprentice soldier experience life course to tap into the sword and spear foundations.

For once I am a woman. Sometimes I wonder if Count Teresia has forgotten my gender.

There is no wonder that this is part of a titled nobility education. I don't have any, but I feel a danger to my life.

I want you to even think about it and see it.

The people who set this facility up as a "Negra" are the Chaldeans. As for those who belong to the leadership, they are the people.

That is to say, the people whose resentment toward their father and those who draw the blood of Cardia boils down. The subject will naturally include me as well. Boy, if I hate you, I mean... what kind of guy is that?

He said it was the first time he was out of the mansion. I wonder how deep I am in business if there really is a business around where a place that is going to be ripped apart if I imitate it at all foolishly will be my first getaway memorial to remember.

To make matters worse, the majority of the people who originally "did" themselves to bandits.

Will I be able to live three months from now?

Once Kamil and Raswiwok were worn as caregivers and pets, but the moment they sweetened Kamil, my neck felt compelled to say goodbye to my body, so I rushed out of the bottom of my memory to pull the self-reliance skills of my previous life that I had completely forgotten at a time when my life had changed.

"It's not just about 10 round-trips to the march!

"Yes."

"How many times do I have to tell you to speak out of my stomach when I reply? I don't remember!

"Yes! Sorry!!

It's still better around cursing.

I wonder if my training, a pure culture sprouts that grew up in the mansion, could be largely guessed if I only told them that I was drooling with my own vomited diarrhea (gelo) and sweat and sand every night.

Though morning and noon snacks are served properly by the military, the evening will be a guarantee on its own. Maybe it's one of those training exercises to improve survival capabilities in the battlefield.

That's why it will be time to secure dinner after only wiping the smashed gelo.

It's a long night in Cardiac territory where the candles never reach junior soldiers.

You won't even have to feel the hunger in the middle of the night if you don't even throw it back up during training, but there's nothing more than collecting something desperately edible because of your weakness. I didn't know hunger was so painful until I came here, having been born and raised in a household with no food difficulties in my life in the past life during the age of satiety.

Perhaps a good place to look for a five-year-old would be with the help of Raswiwok. Having grown scales and become about the size of a small dog, Raswiwok enjoys hunting as he rolls. It also seems that the original apprentice soldiers have to actually eat and physically remember if the poison is present, even though they can see if the collected "food" can be eaten after returning to the barracks.

Of course, only those at risk of immediate death were properly taught first.

I broke my stomach every night, though. But the bubble blew and I fell. And there are still no signs of calm quiet visiting the barracks.

In the habit of the interior of a great country where there is no war, I feel that only matters relating to meals are knocked in at different levels. Is it a remnant of when I was out of the village from hunger and bandits...... Oh, my God, it didn't make me sick. Either the human spirit doesn't become weak when civilization develops, or he's sick and he knitted out this training.

The fact that mushrooms are high in toxic species was knocked into the body quite early.

Since the ravioli and birds are voluntarily turned into cookouts for the inhabitants, a number of them were hunted in cooperation with Raswiwok, but have never eaten.

The frogs are just small with no part to eat, and the big ones dive into the mud on the bottom of the water. I'm talking about eating frog eggs, but unfortunately it's not spawning season.

Snakes are quite big enough to be found, and Snow Snakes have recently been found to be a treat. The wolf dragon just makes it the staple food, and it seems nutritious.

Spiders are many species that can be eaten if burned, even if they are toxic.

The wild grass is very bad for digestion because it has dramatic poisonous grass, so it is a last resort treatment.

I can pick a lot of nuts, but I can't digest most of them. I gave up eating this early, too, because the next day's training wouldn't change, even though I was belly hungry.

Lizards are the ones that can be captured most by Constance.

All of this is difficult to get through the fire until just before it is finely torn and scorched for parasite alertness, but, well, it is clear to me that humans say they are omnivorous.

The results of the hunt have not been fragrant in the last few days, the one that was boiled yesterday by pounding the grass there in salt water, the one that was out of season yesterday because I saw an out of place semi, and this is another weed that was spreading in that area. Who could have guessed that Suski's young would be relatively edible......

"Tsari's not going to the river. Every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day."

"Ten people wouldn't believe that this filthy kid is part of an elegant nobleman."

Apprentice soldiers call me Tsari. Did Camill spread the word at some point, or is it an old word around here?

I have no idea how they are doing or whether they are intimate. Can't they figure out if they're hitting their emotions on a hated aristocratic child themselves, or if they're peeing on a friendly child eating at the same table.

Sometimes, depending on the day, when you have a terribly cold voice, you burn me to look after you as if you were dealing with your own child. I now understand that people's emotions are terribly complicated.

"The river...... Tsari, you know what I mean, take Camille with you when you go somewhere."

"Yes, yes. Well, I'm lost, and I can't help myself - because I'm going to cry!

In tune with the man who speaks toddler language, and yes, the apprentice soldiers boil more and more. Totally true, so I nodded without worrying, and a few people told me that he was as cute as ever.

It's not like I'm being blamed for anything, but even when I started living in the barracks, I never went from direct jurisdiction to outside. There are small groves and ponds in the direct jurisdiction. Not going so far as to make the barracks and mansions invisible was a manifestation of the awareness that it would be safer to stay in the eyes of adults when there was only trouble, bearing in mind that I was a toddler.

"Whoa, shouldn't it be time for you to go to bed? Mr. Gunter's not gonna bump me out early tomorrow morning, is he?

When one's laughter has subsided, he doesn't usually open his mouth much, that's how the oldest man among apprentice soldiers speaks up. Every day after breakfast, at a time when everyone is getting their hands on the field in their direct jurisdiction, it doesn't help me to go to the field. I get Gunter's swordsmanship guide, but the pattern was quickly established that dozens of times the sword would be bounced off and then migrated to a physical guide and beaten to a problem-free degree.

I can easily feel that the other soldiers are suppressed from being isolated from me because Gunter beats me to the point of criticism every day. Seeing the enemy Kaki's child roll off his face over and over again is probably quite a chest empty thing.

"Right. I'm going to bed, good night."

Greetings are there, too, diving into the bedding with sheets on the straw. It was time for my consciousness to fall asleep with the momentum of lying down and almost fainting at the same time.