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

The next day Latka pulled her tired and heavy body causing nausea and went to see Elise in her hand with the edible seeds she had collected the day before.

The squeezed, rough seed was about the size of Ratka's palm and was wrapped in pink fruit that grew in a tall evergreen tree. I can't eat it as it is, but when I boil it, it tastes delicious with a dull texture and a hint of sweetness.

The part that becomes the seed of the plant gives me strength, and the words of the girl who taught Latka about its existence also resuscitate behind her ears. I couldn't come up with anything more suitable to take to a weak Elise.

While diving in the shadows of the building, she hasn't been to see him in days, so Elise won't be waiting for herself as before, Latka thought.

But when he goes around the building and faces the courtyard, he sees Elise elbowed in the window frame with some soggy face, and the beat highs every now and then.

"Eh, Master Elise!

Calling the girl's name as she rushed to the window early, Elise also noticed Latka, with a mixed look of surprise and joy.

"Dear Elise!

It is called back by the exact same name as what I called it. Although I felt terribly uncomfortable because it was a long time ago, Latka did not care for such discomfort or anything in an instant about how Elise loosened her face happily.

The name given to that lord's daughter on her own is abominable on this one, but the strange thing is that I don't feel so bad when I wonder if this girl gave me a name.

"I'm sorry, I didn't say anything all the time... don't come"

"No, no.... I was worried because you haven't been here for a while. I was wondering if something had happened..."

But I was relieved to see how you were, and with a dazzling smile on his face, Latka groaned a small groan at the sting chest of guilt.

Latka bows her head again because of her guilt for both worrying about Elise and wondering if she would ever worry about herself.

That's how he offered a souvenir that was squeezing to lighten that emotion up a bit.

"Um, this. It's the one I collected."

Grip it in again as you wander around. Elise's room is upstairs, so we need to throw him in to give this to her.

My heart bounces to see what I can do if they tell me I don't need that. Anyway, they're noble children. Wouldn't it be nice to be given such a seed or something that even other civilians wouldn't look to?

Elyse leaned her neck tightly ahead as Latka looked up nervously. Elise asks Curiously to Latka, who then slightly flaunts her shoulder.

"Collection? What is it?

That was an unexpected reaction, and Latka's brain couldn't keep up with the processing lightly.

"Oh... Huh?

Elise lowers herself once and for all to Latka, who raised her dumb voice and stopped. Silence fell between us.

What is Sayu? While Latka counted five breaths, she couldn't help but understand the meaning of the inquiry.

The behavior that is commonplace in life as a child's work for Latka was, however, the most remote from everyday life for Elise, who was also sick and grew up as a particularly boxed person, of noblemen who would not normally cook their own meals.

─ ─ Suddenly, I heard a laugh of dullness. Latka stretched herself to that sound heard from Elise's room window.

Latka, who was put in the barracks, I don't remember being told it was a good idea to approach the hall. I haven't even been told I can't, but this is a nobleman's residence. Latka felt thin that the civilian self should basically not get close.

So when you come here, you always come through the shadows with concern for the eyes, Latka thinks. There is no guarantee that anyone but Elise will not blame Ratka for being here.

"Hey, Marya. Why are you laughing?"

"... no, ma'am. I was just wondering if your other Elise must be stuttering. Excuse me."

Leaving room for a completely frozen Latka, Elise began to talk to the Lord of that voice without looking particularly concerned. The Lord of the Voice also answers Elise in a calm manner.

"It's called collecting grass flowers, nuts, etc. that can be eaten. You told me about Eliza when she was in the barracks, and that's what they were doing, right?

"Yeah, sure. … yes, you call it collecting"

Elise turned to Latka with a satisfied grin, like convinced. Latka grinned aggressively, but her cheeks were so convulsive that she could tell for herself.

Someone in Elise's room was a mouthful who already knew that Latka had been here many times. Was the Lord of that voice in Elise's room even when I had been talking to Elise? Were you hiding and listening?

I thought this reassuring exchange belonged to Elise and herself alone. And Latka even felt some sanctity about it.

Latka - but did everything in her power to a corner of her head with all the complicated emotions her cheeks could pull.

Elise is noble. I'm sure the aristocrats are accustomed to the fact that personal intercession is being heard by third parties, and that's the norm.

As I didn't know the word gathering, that's normal for Elise, which means there's nothing Latka and others can say about her.

Just no matter how different she is from what she thinks of as a nobleman. She felt like she was being poked out for being an undisputed member of the 'nobility'.

of the 'nobility' that the girl with Red Bea's eyes hated, who still leaves its existence at the root of Latka.

"What are you doing?

Elise leans her neck wonderfully and lowers her latka.

"What is it? You're not gonna do anything, are you?

Latka gently took her gaze off Elise, as her standing position with each other seemed to indicate their relationship as it was.