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

The aristocratic wing of Fort Yugfena is further north of the knight building where I stay, with rooms inhabited by Uncle King Einschvark and his relatives and occupied by aristocrats from elsewhere. The dining room where I dined with Uncle Wang and his three sons for my hospitality is also in this building.

The aristocratic building houses the first floor and the basement, and that is where the servants reside and work, which is only present in the aristocratic building.

My room was reserved for the Cavalier building due to the relationship where the escort was a civilian Gunter, but it was the servants dispatched from there to arrange the room and wash the clothes.

Everyone in the aristocracy building must be underground by now. They say it's been decided to evacuate there in time of war.

Through the Cancer Lordship Building, you head out to the tower that separates the Lordship Building from the Knight Building.

A spiral staircase is enough for two people to line up to compress their vision. You can't stay on the slightest dance floor and climb the stairs up.

You were in a hurry, no heart or everyone was like a small run. The fact that the grownups are running small means that I am close to being fully ill.

Not to be thought of as an assault, so the leading knight knocked on the top door of the tower. Beyond that there should be a line of archers with big bows, King Einschvark's Uncle and his son, the Staff Weegraf.

"... hey, why haven't you heard back!?

A soldier knocking on the door screams like he was in a hurry.

I tried to roll and open the door, and the guy who went outside said, "Dear Einschbulk!! exclaimed."

The other knights rush out to get out. The flow pushed me to follow that move, too.

The red liquid spreading on the stone floor and the metal armor wrapped around the humans falling there reflected the sunlight and glowed.

The rooftops, colored with blood and fallen people, have little blood odor that makes your chest worse because they are outdoors.

Because of this, it had become a terribly unrealistic place.

I hear a slight groan from there. I hear there's someone breathing hard.

I saw the soldiers in the army that followed me, but nothing seems to throw me back into this sight. Everyone is burning the tragedy in front of them with a tense look on their eyes.

In addition to nearly forty archers, there were also escort knights who would have accompanied King Einschvark by his uncle. Thirty other enemy soldiers and thinkers are rolling to death.

The fact that he was not wearing a tunic indicating that he was a soldier of the Denzel Army touched the investigation.

But neither King Einschvark, who should be wearing black clothes, nor his son, Weegraf, can be seen anywhere.

"Master Einschvark, can you stay? Dear Einschvark, Dear Weegraf!!

The Knights were desperate to search the area.

Uncle King Einschvark heads the Knights. I guess the knights have a lot of respect too. Weegraf is a staff officer. It's just a role to make the knights execute thinking about the operation, like saving the lives of the knights. I guess I still have a strong relationship of trust.

And as I watched how it was, I wondered if, if this was about me and the leadership, the soldiers of the leadership would be so desperate to look for me.

If I don't remember accomplishing something respectable, I don't remember having a relationship of trust.

Wouldn't our relationship be terribly thirsty and sad when you think about it, for soldiers, hateful enemy daughters, for me, wary of when they would be rebelled and killed?

But... it still seemed better than being betrayed and dying. Even if you can't be so desperate when I'm gone.

One slowly blinked and raised his eyelid, an old archer capable of being on the wall caught his eye. The man who falls next to him has zero blue hair from his helmet.

I made sure to fold over the two of them, and several soldiers were desperate. I realized that was the sort of arrangement where there was nowhere to be found and I was trying to shelter the two of them.

If, and I thought, I would stop by, it was certainly King Einschvark and his son Weegraf. He seems to be losing his mind, but he's still breathing. When I told it to the knight of the escort who was watching me act, the knight took a breath and confirmed the two.

"E, it's King Einschvark and his son, Mr. Weegraf! They're still alive!

"What, is that true!? Where are you!!

"Here! I'm dressed as an archer!!

The knights gather together straw to surround them. Me and the leadership gave them the place and took a step back.

Eyes on the plain that extends beyond the walls. Until yesterday, it was a small, grass-flowered, green earth, where horses and men stomped down and became unbroken. Beyond that, soil smoke is rising in the distance. Is it because the east wind is blowing that the noise reaches this far? Or is it because Fort Yugfena is surrounded by silence?

Nor can the archers, who should have packed them on the walls, see the shadows standing. Probably got suppressed.

"Tsari, are you okay?"

Leading soldiers call me. The soldier took me to the other side of the castle fort, to the one with a view of Arxian soil.

"It's me..."

The soldier pointed almost directly underneath. At the end of the stretch and peek, there must be a tent for refugees.

But what was there was the sight of a large number of bodies piled up. The earth is spreading red.

"Oh my God..."

I shrugged unexpectedly. Hiu, and the throat rings.

Refugees are those who possess no weapons or property. That's what killed all the soldiers in Denzel.

Isn't that just killing? Have they not been waging war for something, but for killing?

Hands on cold stone walls fight.

Kill for what? Kill for your own pleasure?

I bit my lower lip trying to do something about the emotions I couldn't handle.

Red eyes plunder the back of the brain. It was my father's face with a tranced grin on his cold, neat face.