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

At night a month later, Latka gently pushed open the door to the room.

The fire-extinguished corridor is dark, and the only thing that serves as a light source is the distorted starlight that plugs through thick windowsills.

The more annoying I hear my breathing, the quieter I am around.

As Latka left the room softly, she killed her breath and carefully began to go down that dark corridor.

The people in the hall are already asleep.

This is the second time I've left the room like this.

On the night the soldiers returned, Latka left the room to head to the barracks. But at that time, he was unluckily found by Berwyer, who was ordered to remain discreet and imprisoned in his cell.

In the end, I didn't get any information, and I didn't even get to see Elise, to this day.

This time, even the servants waited until the time after they had calmed down so that no one would ever find them.

Prioritize getting out of the hall and roll out the window that is right down to the ground floor.

Summer is all over and the air is cold after the sun sets. Latka hurried her way to the barracks even as she rubbed her arms against the cold.

Unlike the hall, the barracks are lit at night. Latka also knew that she had duty to stay awake until morning. I also hear that there is one soldier on duty standing at the south door when I was in the barracks.

Latka headed that way, just fine to hear the story.

In front of the south door, soldiers still stand, blurred by the candles beside the door.

Latka caressed her chest down relieved, as the soldier was the one with the face she saw. During the prudence of January, soldiers may be returning for the development of refugee villages, and it was possible that soldiers who were not familiar with Latka were standing here.

Fortunately, tonight's watch was a squad member that Latka was attending in training. Paul and Calvin weren't nearly close, but they weren't spoiled.

Latka slowly stepped out of the darkness of the night, letting her opponent be vigilant.

"Who!

The soldier immediately erected a sword in his right hand. The soldier marvels at the little shadow, which rose blurry in the light of the candle fire, and when he finds out it's Latka, he gets lost for a few moments before unloading his sword.

"Latka......?

"Yeah, I am. It's me."

"You, where have you been? How can you do this at such a time..."

Latka felt relieved for a long time by a soldier who did not hide his confusion.

The only people we can talk to in the hall are now Mrs. Mareshan and Berwaier, and they are both not trying to show any emotion to Latka.

Latka pulled out her shoulder to the emotional look she had seen for a long time.

"Well, I'm looking after you somewhere else now. It was so tough, I couldn't have come here without this time. And the people in the house, they don't even tell me what's going on..."

"You came here just to ask about us."

As Latka nodded, the soldier scratched his cheek like he was in trouble. The sword is the one who took it down, but it seems to be on minimum alert.

"I've seen everyone from afar. There were people I couldn't find at that time... and I was worried that they were hurt or something, and I was really worried. It was the same room as me, Mr. Igor... how are you? Did you get home properly?

Latka only asks what she wants to know so she doesn't get suspicious. But the soldier faded his face slightly just because he heard Igor's name.

The candlelight shakes and illuminates the bloody white face.

Latka bit her lips a long time. That reaction of the soldier is almost like figuring out what Igor is up to.

For a while as it is, silence falls between Latka and the soldiers.

The wind stroked Latka over and over again in the fall night. My body is cold and my shoulders tremble when I blurt.

Did your body get too cold, the first to break the silence was Latka's Kushami. Then the soldier came running over like he had returned to me.

"Hey, you don't have to catch a cold. With such thin clothes......!

"... I'm fine. I'll have a warm futon when I get home. But at least tell me what happened to Igor before you go back."

The soldier wandered slightly as Latka looked straight into the soldier's eyes.

The soldier warned his lips several times.

And so I say, at last, pompous and small, trying to whine.

"Igor, he's dead. He died in Yugfena. He was stabbed in the stomach from behind... and there were other dead Richard and Dominic, Voichev, Frederick and Yuzev.

Tsari...... Master Eliza seems to be looking a lot strange after Kamil's death. I think I fell asleep... "

Every time a soldier could line up a name he knew one after the other, he felt blood falling from his head, and Latka covered his face with trembling fingertips.

A soldier creeps back in front of the door.

Latka, unable to say anything, stunned behind the scene. I thought maybe, but I'm shocked when I can clearly poke at the death of someone I know.

Besides, it seemed to shake my foot as soon as I was asked how Elysa was holding her fate.

Follow the night path to the hall with a terrible dizziness.

The soldier looked worried and dropped off that little back leaving in the fluttering footsteps as it disappeared into the darkness at night.

The next time I noticed, Latka was squatting on her own bedroom.

I feel like my brain is paralyzed. Drowsiness was terrible, and Latka held the futon in.

Waking up by Berwaier, Latka woke up.

Consciousness is blurred and cloudy. I have a twitchy, hot, painful feeling around my eyes. The whole body is lazy and heavy.

"Are you all right?

A cold voice comes down, not including worries.

Latka shook her neck sideways, feeling billionaire. I didn't even know they were asking me what was okay, but I don't think there's anywhere I could shake my neck vertically.

"Is there something wrong?

"... no. Nothing."

As Latka shook her neck sideways stronger than earlier, Berwaier looked down at Latka with a sight to explore. Stabbed by a cold gaze, Latka's body stifles.

"... Speaking of which, this is what it was like to be a child..."

Pompous, and Berwaier squeaks with a smudged voice.

Don't know what they said, Latka looked up pompous.

Latka, whose eyes met Berwaier, who frowned slightly, and looked down again in a hurry, did not realise that Berwaier had a different and more considerate look.