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

"Oh, are you awake?"

Suddenly a voice was heard from the door of the room, which was half open, and Latka flashed one flash. When I turned my gaze on him, just as a magnificent man pushed the door into the room.

The man, who is slightly tall and seems weak when he says he is a soldier, is the oldest soldier in the leadership and is admired by other soldiers when wisdom turns.

The man gently deepened his eye wrinkles toward Latka. The shadows are finely carved in the light of the red sunset.

"Good, I'm here to wake you. Lady Claudia will finish Barkova today. We were all just about to bake it."

I'll eat, stay awake, and the man invites me. Leaving him asleep on the sleeping table, Latka was blurring up at it.

I'm not sure what the man is talking about. One word at a time is understandable, but I'm not sure how they connect.

"... what's wrong? Are you sick?

The man wondered how Latka was doing, coming all the way to the side of the bedroom. Latka shook her neck sideways in a panic to the man who reached out with a worried face.

"I'm not, but..."

The man looked at the confused Latka for a few seconds. That way, I deepen my grin gently.

When the man held Latka for a moment, he walked straight away without saying anything. Latka didn't say anything either. Though I was just unable to speak out because I was surprised and hardened.

"I brought you here."

Most of the soldiers gathered in the dining room held by a man. It seems that half of the soldiers are out pioneering the east so that they can enter and replace Latka's barracks, and the hundreds look slightly more like a large dining room built so that they can sit.

"Oh, Grandpa Boulder"

"Well, I didn't expect to bring Miss Horse very easily, boulder year kung fu"

"This, don't abuse little kids without being very popular. I don't know how to treat you, so I'm not making fun of you or anything like that."

I could hear my arms holding me back slapping me on the back saying that I didn't care what the soldiers said, but telling me so in a calm voice.

─ ─ Why, but so embarrassed and unbearably visible, Latka pushes her face around the man's shoulder.

A man's arm is shaking to give up Latka.

That alone filled my head wondering if the soldiers would be able to see how I am now. What will they say? They say you look like a little kid?

But contrary to expectations, the soldiers shut up as they spoke ill-defined. Latka, who thought an absolutely inferior laugh would happen, surprises the soldiers in reverse, quieter as they shrivel.

Instead, he raised his face slightly and tried to ask how the soldier was. Just there, a stinging skewer of roasted meat was offered, and I glanced at it unexpectedly.

"... your share."

The young soldier who offered the meat was only glancing at him from Latka, but he pushes the meat skewer out further to Latka, who hesitates to receive it. The flesh is larger than any other soldier has, so Ratka was particularly puzzled not knowing if it was okay to take it.

"It's definitely yours, take it quickly. Dinner, I don't suppose you've gone to get it!

Latka won't try to receive the skewers for too long, so she roared so that the soldiers couldn't stand it. I was surprised by the sword screen and held the skewer reflexively. The young soldier immediately turns himself over and leaves.

"A lot of guys really have no choice."

I was watching a series of exchanges, a magnificent man with a latka leaks a bitter smile.

"Not at all. He's always making a fuss about one kid."

Latka was astonished to hear the words indicating affirmation right beside her.

The voice was that of Gunter from the opposite direction as he was turning his face. Latka, who turned to you immediately, saw a sinister face Gunter with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as usual.

"Oh, you haven't made any progress since Tsari."

"Instead of progress, it's getting worse. I didn't care how much I was told, but I don't think the kid did."

Latka, who slightly guessed what the conversation between the two adults meant, lowered her lid softly.

And I'm slightly surprised inside that the lord's daughter was exposed to such a filthy mockery, too.

Hate was hanging on his neck every time he thought of its existence in the back of his brain, but at this time a completely different emotion was swirling like a swirl.

To Latka, that seemed surprisingly strange.

From that day on, those feelings did not disappear from Latka's mind, and Ning Lo's range, which occupies the mind, grew slightly.

The Lord's hostility to his daughter has not disappeared. But the mysterious emotions that have sprung up in Latka's mind are just spreading.

On top of that, when the frustration diminishes, the intention to kill Eliza disappears so that she is drawn to it.

Latka can't keep up with the feeling that she's going crazy.

Since the sharing of Barkova meat, the soldiers of the leadership have come to speak aggressively to Latka besides teasing.

The soldiers who took Latka to the dining room that day had been glanced at by the other soldiers as the wisest oldest. Such a man gave me a novel, and the soldiers seem to have reconsidered their treatment of Latka.

In the first place, the soldiers made various substandard Eliza comparable to Latka, but they understood that the maturity of Eliza's spirit was difficult to say that it was age appropriate.

I was similarly watching Latka, who entered the barracks by the Earl of Teresia, as was Eliza, but if you ask me, I don't want to think that such a child is there besides Eliza.

So the clumsy and extreme soldiers decided to learn how to respond based on dialogue with Latka, while not being able to do the same thing as before, is the truth about the behavior of the soldiers, which is changing so rapidly that Latka is bewildered.

It really starts with a few things. As we exchanged one word or two in confusion with each other, the words of the answers increased as a matter of course.

Latka was quite bewildered by the change. Whenever I exchanged words with the soldiers, somehow my frustration shriveled.

At first I meant the flavor of breakfast. A young soldier sat nearby in the dining room talking to me. Then, Gunter rolled me over, and as usual, I was hung with words that would encourage me after I received them. The stories told by the soldiers grew deeper into resentment of the Lords, stupidity of the rigour of the training menu, and finally into the stories of the villages and families from which they came.

There were basically many shocking stories about soldiers in the leadership.

For example, that they are former bandits and hate their lords just as much as Latka. It was enough to know from the beginning that the soldiers did not think that Eliza, their daughter, hated them, so that the day they found out about this, Latka was confused enough not to sleep well.

The soldiers also said Eliza was treated pretty badly when she entered the barracks. I also heard stories of how relentlessly Gunter was hurting me more than Latka and others, and how I was being made to curse just worse than Gunter.

"Oh, I was there. Ratcar."

After the training of the march. As Latka sat in the shade resting, she realized that there was a voice calling her name and approaching her.

"Paulo."

"You're a lot tired. Are you okay?"

A boy several years older than Latka lowers his back to Latka's side as he flutters his blonde hair of habit. The boy is named Paul, the youngest apprentice soldier in the army except Latka.

Latka has talked to the boy more recently, even though he is the closest to his age. Instead, Paul talks aggressively. This is the first time Paul's very natural attitude had caused him to forget that fact from Latka's consciousness, although he had been called out during the day break.

"I'm fine..."

I was sure I was tired of training, but I'm sitting here because I'm buttered by the heat, one way or another. Summer is also the month in which the temperature of the Cardians rises to the highest.

When Latka replied in the first place to Paul, who seemed a little worried, Paul lowered his brow to care. Apparently, he is more resistant to the heat, and is reluctant to say that it is after training.

"Oh well. So why don't you go get some lunch?

"Hmm... I want to cool down a little bit"

Outside the shade of the tree there was a dazzling ray of sunshine, and I was hesitant to go out there. Latka, who is weak in the sun because her skin is white and doesn't like the heat, doesn't find her attractive enough to have lunch as she leaves this shade. In the first place, I can barely even feel my appetite.

"Hey, are you okay?

Two more, now the oldest soldier in the leadership, came with a young soldier.

"Mr. Calvin, Mr. Igor"

Speaking also replaces the billion-dollar Latka, where Paul responds to a man's voice. The soldier by the name of Calvin is a man who was to have a relationship from the Barkova affair. The young man who follows him and his Calvin is called Igor, a soldier who sleeps in his room with Latka. When they came to the shade with a good grin of people, they offered Latka and Paul a huge swing of cup.

We need to rehydrate.

Latka silently receives a cup filled with water.

Paul and Calvin are the two most close to Latka among the soldiers who have become actively interacting. You might be right to say you're baking care of me because of my age. Igor, whose room was the same, looked after Latka in a similar manner.

Tilt the cup and moisten your throat with water. I think that just made it a lot easier.

"Thank you"

Latka looks up at the two of them as they stand and puffs her head down. Then Igor's hand reached out and held Latka up one by one.

"... if you don't get there soon, they'll eat up your lunch."

Nearly reflexively he had no appetite, trying to say back, but Latka mumbled. If it had been last month, it would have been a frustrating word to leave it to me to say for sure, but today I felt like saying it somehow.

Look at Paul standing up in the shade of a tree. Would Paul, who was sitting with Latka, go to lunch if Latka told him to leave me alone because he had no appetite?

Probably stayed in the shade as it was. Then Latka should pick up lunch, and I'm not willing to go out of my way to slap her hatred with kindness about carrying Latka who can't move.

For Latka, who was constantly hungry for intercourse with others, his life in the barracks, to which he had to relate even if he lived together in response, was surely healing his spirit and returning to a normal state.

Being treated around as an age-appropriate child, he could no longer be exposed to the depressing emotions of others, and his overloaded emotions such as Latka's own lord's willingness to kill his daughter and hatred for nobility had diminished.