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

Gradually my birthday was celebrated around the time when fatigue peaked in preparation and progression for the consecutive days. Three days from today we can also separate ourselves from this hell of a busy day.

"... I'm not laughing forever"

In such a dark exhausting mood, one guy was cheerfully laughing at Kerakera. It's Kamil. He's laughing with his belly when he sees a man's costume. I'm annoyed that I'm not enjoying it.

"Because!... Huh, hehe..."

He's disgusting. On top of that. I can't help but think that the voice I blamed was lower than I thought. I'm tired, and I'm annoyed by trivialities.

The reason Camille is laughing is that the costume I wear is also a frustrating seed. Everyone feels bad if we laugh at their outfits. If the clothes were not of your own choosing, and the Earl of Teresia had them aligned with you, then it is all the more important.

Hair wrapped up near the top of the head and elaborate knight costumes and capes with subtle decorations. Wherever you look at it, it's a boy outfit. If I were a pretty girl, I would be wearing a bullion and a circlet.

"Let's have no choice. It's a lesson."

Count Teresia, right next door, told me to squeal like that.

Birth celebrations such as the Lord's own travel around the territory only take place during minors. And in birthday celebrations, it is customary in Arxia for the official attire of a nobleman holding the title to be a knight's costume. If I hadn't died, my father would have worn a knight's costume.

So far there has been no precedent for a minor girl being awarded the title, and unfortunately I have become the first example. The Earl of Teresia puts his knight costume on me as is customary... which means he seems to have decided to do the same for the boy's birthday.

Marching commander on horseback. As Lady Mareshan said when, imitation like leading an army is not a woman's thing. Sometimes dresses are not destructively suited for horseback riding.

Thinking about it, I don't know why Camille's laughing so far. This guy is not incompetent enough not to detect beforehand that I wear a boy's costume. Maybe I don't look good in men's clothes, or something.

"to, looks good...... puffy...... Tsari not cute...... cum"

... the other way around. Does it look better than I expected? And is that so funny? Well, there's no gender difference between men and women in six-year-olds, and it would be the same as what you wore. I just found out that this guy's laugh bump is unlikely to make sense for life.

The march of the soldiers leaving in the morning slowly passes through the villages from the nearby field.

For the first time since I killed my fathers, the inhabitants I photographed directly into this eye were different from the last time I saw them. I'm still in poor phase shape, but I can't imagine since those days when I had void eyes with all my bones and skin. Count Teresia. Various.

But I didn't want black emotions glowing behind my eyes that I wasn't even willing to hide, only when the joyfully exhilarating people looked at me.

Is Cardia's blood still unacceptable?

Command the march without breaking the smiling face and staying in training. No matter which village you move to, what you can point at me is a gaze that conceives terribly complicated thoughts.

I remember when the Earl of Teresia had just slammed me into a new barracks. The soldiers, who were now pulling in the intent to kill and gradually softening their attitudes, also had a tight eye at first when they tore me to pieces.

In the same way, all the inhabitants are rolling their hatred and resentment towards my father through me.

My eyes say things as much as my mouth, what a word I heard somewhere. My eyes speak eloquently of the resentment of the unforgivable fact that I am living in the blood of that brutal, outrageous former lord.

But at the same time, they can look at confusion and expectations. Everyone acknowledges that my breadwinner is the Earl of Teresia and that he is the savior of the people.

Therefore, the inhabitants are projecting to me not only my father, but also the Count. And look at the conflicting two on top of each other, confused.

The soldiers in the leadership watched me in silence and took three months to fold. What about the inhabitants?

The work that is done in the Lords' Hall is invisible to them. How much time will it take for you to recognize me as a lord?

Behind the glorious and enjoyable festivities on the surface, everyone makes the threads of tension strain. There must be no one who would cut it with a hammer. Otherwise, there is no reason for the Earl of Teresia to celebrate this birth. Hopeful observation, but I couldn't have done it without thinking so.

Even in the last village of Cyril, a kind of tension still existed, as in other villages. No... the air is sharper and heavier than the villages we've been through, like a skin sting.

Reconstruction is most delayed due to the location condition that this village of Cyril is furthest from the direct jurisdiction and also from other villages. In other words, the effects of Count Teresia's favors are weak.

The villagers are making "maba" and other flower paths along the marching path, but their expression is that they curse rather than celebrate, which makes them feel badly discouraged. It seems that tension increases in the villagers' hostility and the body and mind are shredded. My feelings for my father are still alive without becoming a thing of the past. So much so that I can grab my chest and even remember how hard I can breathe.

"... are you okay?

As small as I could see Kamil walking next door, he asked me that, but I had nothing else to give him back by shaking his head slightly vertically. Even though the temperature was still even cold, it was disgusting that the grain of sweat from his temples transmitted his cheeks and slipped down to his jaw.

"I'm going to report to the Earl of Teresia. Let's get some rest when we get out of this village."

"Sorry."

Whether it's a reply or an apology, without worrying about that vague return, Kamil moves faster and away to the Earl of Teresia, who is in front of the soldier's regiment.

Just a little relief to Kamil, who cares, and at some point re-breathe the shallow and repeated breath.

As soon as possible, the people lined up on the right turn to Russia.

For a moment when I turned my face to see if anything had happened, I saw a black shadow covering half my vision.

"Huh!!

Gatsu, with the dull, hard sound of pain and shock running on his forehead. I unconsciously wrapped my rope around my hand to a body that tilted without being able to cope with the unexpected.

Oh, it's too late when I thought. A horse suddenly pulled the reins floats his front leg and hisses. My vision swung so fast that my body floated in the universe without the art of exchange.

My back is tapped to the ground and my breathing is clogged. I can't breathe or exhale, and the sound and consciousness drift away with a strong tinnitus.

A large number of humans are shouting something. Blunt silver was brilliant over the heads of the soldiers with seeping vision.

What happened?

Stone thrown.

Who threw it.

The people. Someone from the village of Cyril.

My throat gasps for oxygen.

The soldiers are raising their swords. The thread of tension that was stuck was broken. Soldiers and people are panicking at the same time.

Don't kill me, I moved my mouth. I can't breathe, I can't speak. I put my fingernails up on the dirt.

Don't kill. Don't kill anyone. Kill now and there will be remorse. The voice of the Earl of Teresia, which sounds crooked and far away, repeats so many times.

Yes, don't kill anyone. If I kill one person now, what I've been building up over four years will collapse all at once.

Has there been a voice or not? Without even knowing that, I kept telling him not to just kill in his hazy consciousness.