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

"─ Dear Eliza!

Like the moment I got up from the water, my five senses cleared up at once.

The first thing I saw was Camille with a bright blue face and a blue sky that seemed to pull out behind her. At the same time, dozens of stirrings pour into my ears as noises that don't make sense.

My head hurts terribly. Is this wobbly pain a concussion? It's not unthinkable because you fell off a horse.

"... Kamil?

When he glances into Kamil's eyes, he openly exhales with a relieved breath.

"Kamil, what?"

"Nobody's dead, and you're not hurt. Except for Tsari. 'Cause someone's been moaning about not killing you."

The quick report seemed to tell me to be relieved. That's all you need to hear before you dare. Watch Kamil wipe my forehead and fingertips with a wet cloth, in silence. My whole body is lazy, like after a full walk of disease.

When it was being transported, it was the flat along the river outside the village of Cyril that lay there. To see the height of the day, it doesn't seem like that much time has passed.

My heart is still tired and I still feel little pain in my back that I should have been beaten to death. It's only been a few seconds since the stone hit my forehead in my physical time, but I'll put that mess away and get out of the village... at least it'll be hung up enough. I don't remember what happened in the meantime, but he didn't seem to have passed out.

Each of the soldiers sits around to rest as they surround me. I can hear the child's tall yelling, but it was a hundred million robberies that made him circle his neck.

"Oh, Tsari's just dumb"

"Suddenly what?"

He finished wiping my wound, Kamil suddenly sighed. Was there any degree of slander in this case?

"My nails are peeling off. It hurts later."

That's what he said. Camille pointed to my left hand, which he was wiping with a cloth earlier.... Speaking of which, it seems kind of painful or uncomfortable. Perhaps when I scratched the dirt, I put too much effort into it.

It was a dumb injury, not to say anything back, even if it was really called dumbness.

"I'm going to wash the cloth. There's an orphan over there being held up by a soldier, but you can't go see it on your own."

"... even if you don't tell me, I can't stand up alone either. I'm rolling here."

I finally breathed after I dropped Camille off with a cloth and walked away. While I felt my back, fingertips and forehead gradually ache, I exhaled until my lungs were empty that the turmoil in Cyril Village had subsided unharmed.

That moment I fell off the horse, accumulated fatigue and tension left the soldiers all at once out of control.

If the force with the hoop off waved the sword, it could have exhausted even those unrelated to the stone-thrower. In that case, this realm is in danger. One of the villagers threw a stone at it, and cutting the inhabitants of that village indiscriminately could not be able to control the territory.

The four years of dedication of the Earl of Teresia are bringing back to the inhabitants the energy and strength that had been shredded by my father. However, the inhabitants still remain distrustful of the nobility and are causing me, in particular, to recruit hatred as the daughter of Cardia.

This realm is now so formed on a critical balance that it is not surprising that the inhabitants who survived that hellhole, torn by a man-made disaster called Father, stood up to throw their lives and just kill me for revenge.

Really, I didn't have to kill anyone, good.

- No, is there someone who needs to be killed?

On the other side where the soldiers sit and take rest between the bundles, a child who keeps calling out in extension is algae scratching to escape one restraint.

Couldn't even Count Theresia of boulders read it until the child's behavior? I know you thought that a child's reckless behavior could be suppressed by adults, but it's a failure not to distract even orphans.

By the time Camille came back, her terrible headache had gotten a little better and she had managed to wake herself up.

I need to borrow Camille's arm. I want you to stand up and take me to the child I call you to. Though I floated on the tannic side, Kamil gave me a hand without saying anything.

It was an orphan from the village of Cyril who threw a stone at me. There is no father, a child unknown to anyone whose mother conceived in 'labor', and the mother is also mentally ill and has committed suicide.

Swallowing dizziness and nausea, he looked into the child's cloudy eyes. A thin, poor child, restrained in both arms by soldiers. The stunted body looks younger than me. In those black and brown eyes existed a willingness to kill the adults to leap and cover them up.

"You threw a stone simply because I'm Owe Cardia's daughter? Or is there some other reason?

"Do you have any other reason?" I wish you had died four years ago!!

A child who should be the same age raises a scream that just says he doesn't mind a slit throat. If I thought this was one of my father's legacies, I'd even laugh at that chest shit evil.

A soldier who suppresses a rampaging child upside down reaches out to hold the child to the ground. Thin children like dead trees can be stopped stitching at ease, but the colour of fright cannot be asked. He's a tough guy.

"What, you're laughing. You think it doesn't matter what your fucking father did because you were a baby."

The child's voice crawls low on the ground. Impressively clear of harm and intent to kill. If you're not surrounded by soldiers like this, you don't want to stare at each other so strongly.

"What if it is?

"How many people do you think are dead, just so you can milk and sleep every day?

It can't be relevant. Until I was two, I grew up soggy in that shitty lord's arms. The child made me laugh sarcastically distorted that that was the sin and the reason they resented me for wishing I had died. Turn your head around for children who are less than ten years old.

In this world, Edge executions exist and are used as one of the penalties. If the great sinner is sentenced to a single lone party death, he or she is subject to disposition, even if he or she is a child of a different family, such as a nephew or niece. By that logic, it's certainly strange that I'm alive.

- But what happened to it? Now that I have been brought to life out of that example, what is required of me is neither to drown in guilt nor to harm myself, nor to be killed by the inhabitants.

"72 people."

".................. ah?

"The number of people who have died since I was found in my mother's belly is 72. Twenty-three of them were sent to the other realms for 'labor', 11 of them died, and six were still missing. So?"

If it is my sin to say that a human being who has died for that life since I gave life to this world, I accept such a thing at once.

It was not long before I was a year old that I started remembering my memories of my previous life.

There was a year when people were horrified by killings and so on, and all humans were foolishly admired by the ideals of rotten fruits in discussions and just watched as the lives of the people were disposed of like consumables.

The poisonous celery on the side of the pond, which is about a mile from the courtyard, could still be obtained by then. I knew that the soup served to the Lords' supper would be cold in the corner of the kitchen after it was ready, and that it would be easy to sneak into the kitchen with seven cooks reduced to two. I knew that my father would barely allow me to taste the ingredients he had prepared to make my tongue fat, such as being a civilian cook.

Even after we got the means, nearly 40 more humans died while we hesitated to take it.

Without calling it my sin, whose sin is it?

"Well, well!

"I was brought to life. Being kept alive means dying is unacceptable. Shall I ask the other way? Why do you think you haven't been killed yet?

Release Kamil's arm, which he was supporting, and pull out the liturgical dagger that was lowered to his waist. The thin, pointed blade is decorative, but sharp enough to break through a person's skin.

For the first time I saw a frightening color in my cloudy black and brown eyes.