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

The moment I finished my ceremony and was allowed to leave, my body floated in the universe by Camille's arms. My gaze intertwines with Count Teresia by saying what. Quiet eyes did show me, and I swallowed a voice that approached my throat.

"I would be tired of this ceremony for a young child. Get some rest."

From behind, an intertwined Farris laugh catches up on his back. I felt an unusual fear and stuck it around Kamil's neck.

My 'sin' that was put on the left plate of the balance. That roll of parchment is supposed to be about the 72 inhabitants who died after I was born. And that poisonous celery leaf. ─ ─ The people who killed him and his parents and brothers who killed him with this hand. I fully understand that it is my sin.

Kamil resigns in front of both of us because of my malaise and walks early for the Golden Hill Hall to give her a break as soon as possible.

I couldn't afford to think of anything else, squeezing my trembling palms so painfully. My fingertips became white after losing my blood, and yesterday the peeling of my nails hurt with fever.

"Tsari, calm down"

Camill slapped me on the back gently, as if I could see it. The fingertips loosen as a hack. I was filled with bitter thoughts that I almost hurt myself without meaning to confusion and impudence again.

"... I don't know what Tsari's sin is, but I did see that sin forgiven and blessed. Here, take a good breath."

Okay, okay, Kamil's hand, gently shaking to be flattered, intensified the bitterness that spread in her mouth as she relieved herself. I've never felt worse about him trying to protect and spoil me as a mere child.

My sins are not forgiven.

That cleric said the sin was' being atoned for '. It is the Church that will judge in this country, which means that my sins will not be punished in the future. However, in the book of liturgy, it is said that no atoned sin can be put on the balance. The atonement for my sins is not over.

I unconsciously pull out my strength that my back teeth were so biting that they were about to squeal. I breathed heavily several times as Kamil slapped me on the back and switched my mind.

Was it so unnecessarily disturbing, Eliza Cardia, that sin was engraved in her heart that it was all her own product?

I scold myself and think quietly about what I'm scared of and one thing at a time.

Unlike the icy watery coolness I felt during the ceremony, the blood so hot that it boiled cooled my brain and body with wonder.

I don't care who that cleric is.

The question is what that cleric will do to me.

I don't care if everything about me is revealed.

You just need to know how to do that and even know how to handle it.

"Kamil, get him down."

There was a frozen voice. Kamil, who was about to enter the Golden Hill Hall, stops the movement perfectly.

"... Tsari?

"Get him down. I can walk alone"

Looking straight back at Kamil's surprised gaze, he slipped out of his frightened loose arm.

"Thank you so much for your hard work. I'm sorry you didn't look so good."

I look up at Kamil with my eyes open and my mouth shut. Two red eyes glowing terribly inorganic in the glow of its emeralds, its colour as if it were blood.

I wake up and wake up on the bed, my body.

Water-based clocks refer to the middle of the night. I don't remember when I changed into night clothes. Have you fallen asleep from fatigue since you dropped off Cleric Farris's carriage at the end?

On the side table beside the bed is a dish with silver watermarks and fruit. I drank only water and got my feet off the sheets. The floor says the carpet is laid, but the tip of the nail conveys the cold. The temperature drops on spring nights.

I hung my coat properly and got out of the room. The end of the road was the dungeon. I'm not sure how I got here myself.

A cold stone shop is like a coffin. When my father lived, this was the place for the dead.

The destructive urge to destroy such a cell, which was strange enough to destroy it, snaps his neck. If you don't need such a large cell or something normal, so maybe you can do that, now that you're not so cool, you attached such a reason to that impulse.

The child rests in the back of the same cell as yesterday, wrapped in a thick, old blanket.

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I'm happy that I might die. That made me laugh a little bit.

"When I'm confronted with you, it's a vain habit of bragging."

I'm just angry with my shallowness and stupidity, such as taking a high-pressure attitude toward a child deprived of his liberty, and frightening adults who know their secrets, wrapping their tails around them, and running away. The fuzzy grin quickly turns into self-derision.

He pressed his palms against a cold iron lattice as painfully as he could, and that's how he listened to the child's sleep for a while.

─ ─ The leaves of the poisonous celery were placed on both the left and right plates.

It is recognized as virtuous that he removed the family of the spiteful lord, in the same line as the sin of killing his parents and brothers. I was only twelve years old, and even my sister right up there wanted me dead. That's pathetic. Then I suppose it would be good to think that I was equally desirous of death, which I caught up with in half her years - I can't believe I would even think about myself feeling disdainful, but soon it turned into self-derision, too.

That reminds me of the shriveled wildflowers that were placed trying to hide them.

Some clerics were terrible, such as picking up flowers they offered to the tomb.

I couldn't help but feel the inside of my heart. The precious things so featured were arranged in front of me and disturbed.

What is the prospect of the priest Faris, who so inspired my spirit, and the Earl of Teresia, who allowed it? A dark, cold dungeon cools my head.

Tell him that besides himself, there's something to know about that sin, so that I don't escape from that atonement?

─ Then it's where you want it.

Think again of what happened in the diocese in detail. From now on, it was important not to be so shaken by emotions. I feel anger, shame and disappointment at my messed up self.

The Earl of Teresia must have been disappointed by that, too, and the list of the 72 dead was on that occasion nothing more than proof of his affirmation that he would use it to pronounce himself guilty on me. When I thought so, my shoulder fell unnecessarily by impudence.

"I put it on."

His whole body was stiffened by the voice that hung from behind him as soon as possible. Unexpectedly reach for the sword worn on his hips. Is that Kamil's voice now?

As he gazed into the darkness of the entrance to the prison, in the dull light of the candlestick, the shadow floated and rose as expected.

"Um hey Tsari. Would you start when you were a little younger if you did something like a kid to get out of your room and move around so late? It's just suspicious that you've done what's right for you now."

The voice of a young man who says so is mild, contrary to dialogue.

"... I thought I was an undisputed child."

"Normal kids are more crying, laughing and running around. I don't think I'm going to guess anything and make a big deal out of it or suppress my feelings myself."

Kamil, who doesn't even hide his attitude that he's frightened, approaches me as he is.

Will they bring him back? He clutched the iron lattice fence, which accidentally remained in touch with his palms. I'd still like to think a little bit more, a lot more here.

But against my expectations, Camille, standing right in front of me, stopped the move by just hanging something on my shoulder. A little heavy, that's a cloak of wool I used a lot during the winter months. The clothes alone couldn't prevent it, the cold air as it stained stopped reaching my skin as quickly as possible.

If you're in the way, I'll wait upstairs.

I thought Kamil laughed at Russia.

And for some reason, the back of my throat hurts terribly.

"... No, if you can, why don't you hang out a little bit"

The words I uttered as I squeezed them out of the back of my throat sounded soft.