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

Less than a month and a half after being knocked into the army barracks, he was physically fit to the extent that he wouldn't throw it back up at noon.

Still not strong enough to go hunting for dinner, Latka still continues to live without dinner.

Today the distance of the march training was further extended. Still, it must be progress to have been able to stand to the end. But my legs hurt so badly that I stopped visiting Elise and early Latka dived into her bedroom.

Speaking of hunting, I was reminded of a noble woman who became the new escort of the lord's daughter. She's a blonde, and I've seen Ratka come to the training center and wave a spear several times after she finished her audition.

The woman is better at handling spears than anyone else in the leadership, and casually joins the hunt to easily fetch the prey of the big man. Thanks to this, there were only a few fewer soldiers who called Latka 'the lady'.

Neither does she fit into the 'statue of nobility' that is in Ratka's head as far as she observes her daily words and actions.

"All noble daughters want to wear new dresses every day"... a nostalgic voice comes back behind Latka's ears.

Even though it was two years ago that I heard that voice, I remember it vividly - Ning Ro, I will never forget it.

Four years ago the lord died, and the inhabitants of the Cardians regained a little bit of people's lives year after year.

Around the end of spring two years ago, when the village adults finally sprinkled the fields with seeds of black wheat. A brigade of patrolling nuns suddenly visited the village of Cyril at a time when no one could afford anyone else yet.

Naturally, the villagers could not welcome them. However, the nuns who imposed peace of mind on themselves did not show any shards of dissatisfaction even when they appeared in the villagers, and quickly blended into the village by spreading the "story" that was common when they served the village.

─ ─ All the nobles today have forgotten their work. Yet the right to be the consideration is wielded to the fullest and to the best of luxury. It's against God's teachings.

That was the word that the girl who taught Latka that 'story' so often repeated.

At the same time, there was no way that the people of Cyril Village, whose lords had lived and tasted hell, could not believe the words of the life of the nobility and the arrogant behaviour of the lord nobility that the nuns had seen and heard during their journey. Then you can't believe the nuns who talk about it.

As a result, villagers in the village of Cyril still target them for blind faith.

Even Latka, who didn't understand half of the story, was no exception to that. He was the one who believed the story the most and showed strong affirmation.

Latka still clearly remembers the nun apprentice girl who exchanged words. All the words spoken to the girl were settled as such as common sense of his nobility.

The reason for that blind faith is related to the situation in Latka at the time.

Latka was scratching her whole body every day around that time, walking out fluttering by herself during the day like she wanted a place to be, and living the life of sleeping at night by the door of the house.

When I was home, I didn't know what was going to happen.

My heart sick mother was finally unable to recognize Latka.

Look at the black hair and overlay the lord, look at the red eyes and overlay the lord. It just tastes similar in color, but that was enough for my heartbreaking mother. ─ ─ My mother, who remained confused, tried to sew up Ratka's lid. Since then, parents and children had come to see each other as objects of fear.

Latka also made sure to always walk on the outside of the village. The villagers neglected Latka. For him, as in the house, the village was a place where he didn't know what was going to happen.

Latka doesn't have a father. Latka is the child whose mother was conceived after 'labor'.

Latka's mother had already broken her heart and lost her sanity when she was sent back to the village because she was hungry and could not work. Until then, I had no idea where I was or who the father of the belly child was.

The child conceived in 'labor' was to be killed if he was a man. The lord said he would punish all the villagers if he didn't kill them.

Everyone was torn apart where they could be forced to head in 'servitude', but the only thing they had in common was' going to serve the nobility '. ─ ─ In other words, if you conceived the child, it was possible that the oxen belonged to nobility. Regardless of the girl, only the boy could not have been born.

The range of villagers to be punished included, of course, the woman who had given birth to the child herself, and therefore the women who became mothers had given up my son as a flown one once the boy had been born.

Latka's mother, however, was insane. I gave birth to a child by myself, without even calling the midwife.

It was the twins who gave birth out of her belly. It was a living boy and a dead girl.

Latka's mother circled the village with the girl's body and faked an abortion. Latka was thus made to hide his presence until his lord died. Both before and after I was tempted, I spent a long time with my mother in a house like a borough shed until the lord's death was told.

The female name "Latka" was also supposed to be given to her sister or not. Latka's mother did not prepare a male name for her own child.

After hearing that the lord was dead, his mother drove him even more mad.

Turned to the spearhead of that madness, Latka couldn't stand the mother's misguided behavior and fled to the outside.

And so his presence was revealed.

His decision to kill Latka had already disappeared, but his birth had enough elements to be neglected by the villagers.

The mother temporarily regained her composure, but after two years, she became worse and more heartbroken. To the point where you can no longer recognize your precious son, whom you raised in hiding.

I wandered around the outer edge of the village looking at the ground every day and blubbering. As she walked, Latka observed herself in silence as she shrugged away. Until then, his mother, who was everything in his world, had tried to harm him, eroding his spirit as well.

─ ─ Why are you leaning down and walking? If you don't look forward and walk, it's very dangerous.

When he first heard that hazy and full of energy, Latka didn't think it was directed at him.

Outside the house I felt I had become transparent.

At that time, he needed more than anything to interact with others.

─ ─ Hey, are you okay?

He grabbed his shoulder and turned so surprised that his heart would stop.

I could see myself straight into my dawn sky-colored eyes, looking down from just a little higher.

A glare of color similar to the fire burned Latka's eyes even over her eyelids.

I find myself annoyed by the light that illuminates me, and Latka's consciousness, which until then had slept fine, awakens at once. Turning away and opening his eyes, the sunset was slipping through the window and dyeing the whole room in a pearlescent color.

... Did you go to sleep soon after training?

I don't work in my sleep. I manage to move my head to get an idea of what's going on.

She felt like she had just fallen into bed, but she fell asleep for a few moments. I woke up a little easier body and turned my back completely on the sunset.

Outside the room, from the dining room across the hallway, the pleasant noise of the soldiers sounds.

The sound of clarity across the wall seemed to relate to his surroundings as it were, and Latka drew her lips together all the time.

Latka likes dawn, but doesn't like dusk.

Was that due to lonely memories, like now, of hearing the sound that everyone seemed to enjoy on the other side that separated themselves from the wall?

When walking home to the waiting borough hut of a broken heart mother, sinking like sludge and swallowing all sorts of mixed emotions. The sound of life and talk heard from the house along the road was enough to damage Latka's tender spirit.

Just to see the children called their names by their parents, Latka was exhausted with irresistible jealousy and sadness.

Anyone can do anything, and Latka was thirsty for someone who would look at herself anyway and admit she was there - even now.

The first thing that made that happen and on the contrary told me all sorts of things was a nun apprentice girl with red and blue eyes. That alone was enough for her to gain the blind faith of Latka.

Pushing out of consciousness, exhaling loosely a sense of solitude that spreads twitchy with his memory, Latka looked up at the sunlit wall without a trace.

The evening on Cardiac territory is short. It was stained with a pearl color, and at some point in the room I thought it was getting redder and dimmer.

If the sky of dawn were the eyes of that girl, the sky of sunset, red as blood, resembles the eyes of the Lord's daughter. Or to an already dead lord.

And there, the question arises whether the same is true of the color of my own eyes. They say they have red eyes, but they can't see the color of their own eyes.