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

The barracks of this military establishment, built by loans from the Earl of Teresia, are equipped with large baths.

Baths are simple, with two types of tanks lined up on the three sides of the wall, each filled with hot water and water. The source of water is a pond that I owe a lot to, and the source of heat is a cooking place. The interior is hot with a rising hot air of hot water, which might be called a steam bath.

Use the toilet and toilet for bathing. Put warm water in the toilet bowl and wash and flush your body with it. Lavender is in the tank for soldiers who cannot tolerate injuries, and water sterilization is also carried out using this.

Apprentice soldiers who tend to be painted with diarrhea will mostly look after this bath twice a day.

"Say goodbye to this bath today too..."

This is the last day of my life in a three-month barracks. It was a long time, but not long ago. Inhale the water and squeeze the heavier yukata hem to the point of rest. A thickly woven cloth that is impervious is nothing but inconvenient, but there is no reason to bathe bare in boulders. It is true what you need to care about because you are only six years old. They say it's nobility that has nothing to do with shame.

"When you get to work with the Viscount, make a massive bath in the village, Tsari."

"Think about it," he replied raw to Kamil's request for washing my hair. I still don't know how much it costs, and I don't think I can easily squeeze that budget out.

"I don't think it would be that hard to refer to the Baths in Paktuški."

"How do you reference something like that? Besides you're the only one I know, you don't remember much yourself, do you?

What Camill mentioned was the name of a country that existed in the far south. That there are people in Arksia who know the name of Paktushki. I don't even know Mrs. Mareshan, who has a reputation for professionalism. I know that because Kamil taught the deviant One.

"Is that true, too? If my father was alive, he might have told me more."

Laughing at the heel, Kamil wore a bucket of water. When the water splash hung on his face in large quantities and he accidentally glanced at the root of his eyebrows, he looked back with a decent look at the woman's face and the thin face of the line that was stirred up. He's in love with Tupo, and when I let him get some water in the bucket, you did it! and so on. All the bathroom water is turned upside down from the top without much popularity.

"Son of a bitch, how sloppy is the bathroom!

"Tsari did it first, didn't he?!

"It's from you that I've been blistering!

It's also a matter of seconds before you yell at me. An unforgiving fist bone descended and a star scattered in front of him.

"It's annoying, you stupid kids."

The Lord of the Fist is a Gunter who seemed to bathe at all times. His, very irritating voice crawled through the ground with blues on his forehead. Gunter, a leader of the army despite being a young soldier, has a temper commensurate with his position and... its, so scary.

"Oh, sorry"

"Don't let a kid like a rag start tomorrow. I don't like it. This is it if you think you're going back to the aristocratic blur. You're not floating. Tomorrow I'll put on your audition."

I accidentally looked up at Gunter with Bao's "ho" face.

Tomorrow, does that mean Gunter will officially be my martial arts teacher? The Earl of Teresia had told me that he intended to start the liturgical swordsmanship that nobility deserved.

What a pleasant voice to raise to the habit of neighboring Kamil, too, which until a moment ago was hectic.

"Hey, what's that face?"

"Mr. Gunter, can you use an aristocratic sword or something?

"What? Can I use it or not?... Oh, the guy who teaches you beautiful swordsmanship and tricks called me from Wang Du."

This means that…… will the archery of liturgical swordsmanship be added to the continuation of the same Gunter treatment as before? More or less, Gunter said to me, "I don't know if you throw up like hell in front of a weak nobleman from Wang Du."

On that look, what is it, the... Was it the statue of Jen Wang? For some reason that powerful statue of the Buddha was vividly remembered from the memories of a flamboyant past life that faded daily. That's already, clearly.

Returning to the Golden Hill Hall the next morning, Mrs. Golton and Mrs. Mareshan greeted us with the impetus to jump.

Is it true you were being made to imitate an apprentice soldier! My hips pulled before I was surprised by the awesome sword curtain. Scarier in a way than Gunter's statue of Jen Wang.

"I can't believe the lady is doing that when she thinks she's on vacation!

The two people mourning my barracks life for all our misfortunes, not to mention the noise that makes me cry, resented the Count of Teresia for leaving the hall because he thought it was a village inspection. Whatever you said and comforted them, they couldn't quite fit in, because it seemed like they had oiled the Ningro Fire. Even if it was repeated as a delicious treat, as far as I was concerned, I was convinced that I was in the barracks, so the temperature difference was terrible.

"I took over the position of Viscount, so I believe it was necessary to lead the leadership. So you can't?

"It's..."

"Oh lady, Master Eliza, what a fool to do. You are a woman. It's a hell of a thing to lead an army. You should welcome your son-in-law as soon as you graduate from the Academy and leave the Lord's work to him."

I was tired of comforting myself, too, and I reopened it and smashed my mood.

Mrs. Mareshan shut up, but Mrs. Golton intensified the other way around. Mrs. Golton repeated with a sad look that she had just heard of shocking things, such as a woman holding a weapon. The woman knew that it was the general inner nobility consciousness that was supposed to be present to show the power of the man who would be her husband, but she did not think that Mrs. Golton, who was born in the outer mainland, would have that idea.

"Please calm down, Mrs. Golton. Sure, the custom assumes that the title is inherited by a man, and the battle is done by a man, but it won't be entirely irrelevant because she's a woman. Mrs. Mareshan should at least take classes so that I can work as a lord."

"... yeah, you're right. Though it's a man who takes weapons, it's not a good thing to say, Mrs. Golton, if you leave the lord's work to your husband because she's a woman. The obligation to do what you can should be imposed without distinction between men and women."

In Arksia, noble children learn a variety of things without distinction between men and women, and what is necessary as a nobleman standing above the people is to enroll and study in the Academy as compulsory education. But there have been times when the royal family abolished the queen, and it is certain that society is centered on men. Still, there is no reason why women should inherit territory or titles, and some serve in the palace as civil servants.

At one time the teaching profession was also considered to belong to men. As Mrs. Mareshan, who served in the palace as a teacher at the Academy of Learning and now herself in this hall as a female tutor, what Mrs. Golton says would be unacceptable in the end.

"In Grünfeld, women are even told that it is proof that men are not worthy to do their jobs!

"That wasn't the case in Wang Du, was it? Because women are not accessories to men."

"... I'm the one who shook the story, but please don't argue. Isn't that how you behave as a woman?"

I hoped Mrs Mareshan would deliver the place well, but it turned out completely out to be out of sight. Now that there is no Count Teresia or Berwaier to serve as a suppressor, I can't help it if it heats up any more. The venue finally fits in one place after clinging a class to Mrs. Mareshan to peel off the two staring at each other.

"I'm not going to argue about this any more, but I'm going to tell the Count about your daughter."

That is the last Lady Golton, who is angry, abandoned me, but it was the Count who originally threw me into the barracks. It was visible that it would definitely end in prison, but I stopped putting it in my mouth. If the Count himself could include me, Lady Golton would say nothing more.