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

Latka looked down quietly at the girl lying in front of her.

Long dark hair scattered over white sheets. Red as a sunset but cold as ice, my eyes are invisible now. Smooth white cheeks are fading blue with loss of blood.

She says it's been another month since she got back from Yugfena, but she hasn't come back from the abyss of fine sleep for a long time.

When prudence broke loose and he found out what had happened to those who had returned from Yugfena, Ratka waited again for the middle of the night to sneak into Eliza's room.

The soldier Latka listened to said Eliza has been in a sleepy state for a long time. There seems to be no physical injury, but he lost a man named Kamil, who was a sidekick, in Yugfena, and may have sustained a wound to his heart.

Belwaier told me in the day that Eliza was spending most of the day sleeping.

At that time, the soldier was not talked about in the end, so Berwaier was convinced that he was probably no longer willing to involve himself in the soldier.

Eliza said she sometimes wakes up. They open their eyes, wake up their bodies, and take physical moves. However, I do not respond to this voice, nor do I walk. I don't even talk about anything. Doesn't even seem to sit around for the pain.

Latka thought he was alive, but it was like a body or something. No emotions, no words, no answers to calls.

Maybe my mind died, not my body.

So now Latka is looking down on Eliza for the first time in a long time.

Latka put her strength into her right hand with a silver knife.

Beside Eliza, there's no one there right now.

And Eliza herself can't resist.

The brain still had a feeling of paralysis. I also feel like that's an odd exhilaration.

Spent time in the barracks, came to the hall again, and learned a lot in the meantime.

That not all beings of nobility are evil.

That a young girl named Eliza takes her father's sins and her sins properly.

That Eliza is trying to keep herself alive.

Knowing her life, readiness and thoughts, there is a reason why a knife is held in Ratka's right hand.

The soldiers of the Igor's army are dead because of Eliza, so to speak.

It was necessary to march to Yugfena because it received refugees from neighbouring countries. Didn't Calvin say that Eliza was moving aggressively towards hosting refugees?

Eliza caused the people to die as a result, even if they were not as arrogant as the aristocracy of stories they had heard in the past and without trying to treat the inhabitants badly.

If that's not acceptable, I wonder who else to turn to for the loneliness of recruiting someone who's dead.

Latka slowly raised her hatred, waving her knife in opposite hands as she went along.

If you kill her, you'll die yourself this time.

Whoever will shelter me will no longer be alone.

I'm scared to death. But the words I called Eliza to kill didn't even throw up with the intention of vanity.

My breath trembled. The pulsing sound of the heart slowly begins to strike the early bell.

Within Latka's chest, various emotions and memories were now flying with tremendous momentum.

It shivers to the hand holding a swung knife.

He came here lost, and he's still lost after putting up the murder weapon.

As soon as I think of my mother's face, what happened in Cyril Village, Igor and the others, Dos Black's emotions swell up, but in the next moment, a lot of what I learned here suppresses it.

"... ugh!

I wrapped my trembling right hand with my trembling left hand as well.

It doesn't matter if you're lost. All you have to do is think through this hand and wave it down a few times.

Just do that, and this kid will be dead by morning.

─ ─ But no matter how long, Latka can't wave the knife down.

Both hands just tremble.

Forgetting to even breathe, he couldn't even get the knife down yet, and kept putting sleeping Eliza in tear-seeping sight.

Latka even wondered if this state would last forever.

That reminds me of breathlessness and breathing.

I gradually took fresh air into my lungs, remembering how to breathe.

Then the gentle smile of Fuji Elise came to mind. I suddenly flashed in the back of my brain. Besides, I'm blinded by the light.

As soon as he did, Latka's entire body collapsed powerless to the floor like a puppet with a broken thread.

Karan, and make a light noise and the knife rolls onto the floor.

As painful as the tympanic membrane is, the sound of a heart that doddles...... Even though it was neither sad nor painful, for some reason the tears poured out.

It was impossible for Latka to retain the hatred connected to the intent to kill.

"Damn...... dammit whoa...... whoa!!

I couldn't even wave my clenched fist down to the floor with remorse, and Latka reached out to Eliza.

Grab and shake a sleeping collar made of a smooth cloth of good quality without adding or subtracting it.

"Wake up. Yo, this... shit! You, into the habit of not doing anything to the people of the village yet..................!!

Bottling and Latka's tears fell to Eliza's cheek and wet.

There was no expression on his face, a crop-like face, playing it inorganically everywhere.

"Wake up, wake up. Whoa! If you were asleep, I wouldn't even be able to beat you up about me...!!

Latka can't yell at you while you're emotional, or shake your head with all your strength.

Without being satisfied with one thing, Latka just had to call to waste.

Its powerlessness and emptiness even sharpens Eliza's energy to rock.

Rutka, stuck at the edge of the bedroom powerless, desperately endured wanting to cry as far as her voice was concerned.

The unseen anxiety ahead, the growing emotions that kept me out of sorts, the stress of continued solitude with nothing to forgive my heart, everything became the limit, and my anger and remorse for Eliza erupted once and for all as a footwear.

Latka was still such a young child that she had not lived in ten years.

It was also an emotionally underdeveloped child, concealed in the house by a sick mother and raised in a distorted way.

I've always been a child, much more than Eliza and others.

The depressed spirit did not know how to spit it out, although it accumulated, and Ratka did not even know how to hit it into something as far as she could power it.

So until I fell asleep tired like a baby, there was nothing else than crying.

Eliza reached softly for a whimper that gradually weakened in her thin blurred consciousness.