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

The foundations of the fine sword finally followed me.

Latka and he are men. Like the boys in the village in general, there is no reason why martial arts are disgusting about themselves.

Moreover, there was a sense of superiority if that was the way to treat a fine sword, which would be marginal if it were an ordinary civilian.

But he said he'd finally run out of fine sword archery, which was becoming fun.

At the end of the summer, when the heat and humidity got a little better, Latka asked back unexpectedly, "Why not?" to that story, which she was suddenly asked.

"Nothing was decided from the beginning."

The answer to Berwaier, the man relative to Latka, is vegan, as usual.

"The archery of the fine sword is gone, but from today on, you will learn to treat the spear. Master Claudia, the place is a training ground, so name it Ratka, not Elise. You may also call yourself Latka if you are spoken to by a private soldier of the Teresian family. I'll escort you back and forth, so don't travel on your own."

Did you finish what you had to say, Berwaier turned his heel and just disappeared?

Latka's mood remained sinking when she said she could ride her real name in the corner.

I wonder why it's a spear, not a fine sword that I started to remember because of it. In Latka's mind, which raised questions with heavy feelings, it emerges that she would try to be drawn away and not think about it one after the other.

What the hell is the purpose of letting nobility study on itself in the first place?

Thinking of the person he once threw a stone at, Latka realized that she now had no idea what the girl was thinking.

I'll execute him, he said. Yet that morning he was only cut of his hair and instead imprisoned in the room where he was now.

The meal was primitive but given a satisfactory amount, and I was not allowed to serve it outside on a regular basis. Cloth and water were also provided to wipe the body every day. When I was in the village thanks to you, there was no longer any shadow of a skinny, dirty little child with stretched hair, and a healthy, meaty, beautiful child could take his place.

The villagers must not have noticed from looking at Ratka today. Everyone thinks Latka's dead, and they barely had any contacts in the first place.

Maybe all I remember is the color of my hair and eyes. Somehow the shade reminded me of my lord, and the lord of the day remained much repelled when he said he was dead.

But Latka can't even say "OK" to her unusual appearance.

The way I spent time with my mother in that village, the name Ratka my mother gave me, is not so easily abandoned.

Even if my mother is crazy.

Even if my mother ever tried to hurt Latka.

─ ─ The female name Ratka and her long stretched hair like a girl are both proof that her mother loved Ratka as my child.

Because it's dirty, I was changed on my own because it's unhealthy, and I was given another name because it's inconvenient, and the feeling of anger that you wouldn't take it from me on your own did exist in Latka.

However, I was beginning to understand a little bit that it was necessary for me to live.

The aristocrats are the executors of the law. Unless you are trying to abuse the people like the previous lord, bending the law, if it is to be a legitimate nobleman, jeopardizes your position on the contrary.

Keeping the law is also a means of defending oneself, not only to civilians, but even to nobility and royalty.

That lord's daughter, Eliza, should know that.

I know, and yet, I slipped through the law and brought Latka to life.

How important it is for Eliza to do so, that she has been judged according to the law in the past and still kept alive?

Latka, in particular, is the one who wished death on her by disputing the judgment, stone-throwing and captured. There is no harm in keeping Latka alive if Eliza is kept alive by law.

Like Latka, few would turn their grudges against the previous lord to their only surviving daughter.

Doesn't keeping Latka alive mean that even if someone throws the same stone at her again in the future, she won't kill her?

Thinking about it, I felt like I caught a glimpse of the size of that girl who I thought hated, riding on her little shoulders.

A strange soldier was seen gleaming in the training ground long after Berwaier had taken him in. Unlike the soldiers of the leadership, they are not wearing old leather armor, but metal armor.

"Dear Berwaier, what about that child...?

"I am an orphan who plans to become an apprentice soldier in the leadership from the next spring. He said that the empty hand would coach the spear. I just sent it to you because I didn't think you should get lost or into something weird."

"I see, but didn't you have to go out of your way to let Master Berwyer get to you...?

"There's no one else available in the mansion. I have no choice."

Are you familiar with him, the soldiers call out to Berwaier. Latka looked up to the frigid smell of a lie coming out of Berwyer's mouth to prevent the soldier's talking point from moving to Latka.

"The guide will be here soon, so stay on the edge of the training ground."

You noticed your gaze, Berwaier told you so, and Latka heads to the indicated neighborhood with her neck tied.

When I was in the barracks, I saw the wooden spear I used in my meeting with Gunter, rewinding the cloth, and I was killing my time, and I was like, "You're the Latrica, right?" and a cool woman's voice hung.

At the end of his face, there was a woman with beautiful blonde hair in a lump. I've seen it a few times on a faraway roll, Claudia.

When Latka replies, "Uh... it's Latka," Claudia nods satisfactorily just that.

"That's Latka, I'm sorry I made a mistake. I'm Claudia. Say hello from today."

"Nice to meet you"

"Oh. Then let's start the archery quickly. Let's start by running around the training ground twenty times."

The wooden spear that Latka had in her hand made a sound and fell on Claudia's sayings.

Twenty circumferences is that the distance an adult soldier runs?

By the way, a lot of Latka has run before, up to eight circles.

That's, like, twenty?

"All right, let's go"

Without even worrying about Latka, Claudia started running in. The light pace is enough to seem that way in Latka, but wouldn't it still be impossible to do twenty?

Still, after following Claudia, Latka was unable to move when she finished running around the fifteenth circle, and her first day of auditorium ended early with just a run in.