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

Speaking of what I did first to the captured bandits, I blocked my mouth with a cloth so I could not bite my tongue, stripped naked so I could not hide my weapon, and locked my hands and feet in that dark dungeon.

A dark, cold dungeon with lots of humidity and no sunlight in it destabilizes the human spirit just by being trapped there.

It was also during the three days that the young Latka went in there, but she was still quite frustrated as soon as she left. Though it went back to normal in a few days.... Speaking of which, I sent him to the dungeon to let him take the whip, but Latka looked bare. Though I left the lights on, I normally slept in jail, and that kid may be on an out-of-the-box diagram thick nerve.

I just gave the bandits one bucket with water and then left it for two whole days. They have no choice but to crawl, they cannot even excrete as they think, they are attacked by hunger, and they cannot even drink satisfactorily the only water given because of the cloth that blocks their mouths. A hand to accelerate mental depletion.

On the morning of the third day, only one suitable person was allowed out of the cell. I guess I couldn't even get a busy dormancy, the complexion of the man who was drawn to the interrogation room at the leadership base is blue-white. I haven't had any meals for two days, so probably dizziness and nausea are terrible.

"I'll ask first. You got something to say?

The man, who was violently watered and dressed in the quantified clothes he was taking away, sarcastically distorted his face covered with dirty stretched hair and beard.

"... of the savage and brutal Arxian nobility, the treatment of prisoners was well understood. It's a valuable experience."

Stylish. And good luck.

It was the first assessment I gave to the man who spoke in Arksian and did not insult me with his first voice as a child and called me 'Arksian nobility'.

"It's the dungeon left behind by my father, who is most brutally ruthless in Arxia. I can't think of a place to relax more than that for people from culturally retarded countries to rest. You wouldn't get used to a soft bunk, would you?

I'll laugh and flush the sarcasm. Where barbarity, cruelty, etc. have been denigrated, there is nothing more to think of now. That's what everyone thinks of Cardia.

The soldiers of the leadership holding the man down laughed simultaneously. They are more familiar with what I say and do when I say publicly that I grew up vulgar. The interrogation had given permission for some behavior when the calm of the other person needed to be broken, but the decision was apparently correct.

The bandit man blushed slightly at the mockery of the soldiers.

"Well, is there such a sleeping area? I thought the nobles would sleep in the straw, just like the civilians."

"Is there still anyone in Denzel who sleeps with straw? After all, there seems to be a lot of inconvenience when civilization lags behind. You were right to give you dungeons. Even the quintessential sleeping quarters where civilians sleep seem to be of a different status to you."

When you show it with a spiral of laughter, you can no longer find the words to say it back, or the man throws up and throws up "a fucking kid" in Ringwarene.

The soldiers scold at the condition again. I guess I'm not really enjoying it. I would like to think that I am faithfully fulfilling my instructions to act under the guise of "inferior Cardiac leadership" …

Well, just the exchange of sarcasm so far, I see the identity of this guy a little bit.

Drag out the knowledge tapped into by Mrs. Mareshan, who is good at the language, and match it with the man's words.

Though strong, he can speak Arxian - that is, he who has lived an educated life.

Words that offended were Lingwarene spoken in Denzel and Pranates. For the utterance, the pronunciation was smooth, and sounded like that of the upper class.

Whatever you think, it's not a bandit-style word. However, the information received from Yugfena was that "the bandits broke into the country". We might need to see what the Yugfena people recognized this bunch as' bandits' based on.

Tidy up the first piece of information you get, and it's time to go into full interrogation, speak up to Latka, who stands in the corner of the room. Being with a soldier in the lead forces, Latka, who was still dressed in a veil today, is probably brazenly distorting his face inside that cloth.

"Bring what you have prepared here."

"Yes."

As Latka moved forward, she untied the string that bound it from the whip she had in her hand. Its whip, with a few thin chains and ropes bound together, has several knots in the rope, sucking blood and dirty.

A child who was my brother was the first toy given to me by my father. It's from my brother's sixth birthday celebration, so it would be just right for me right now.

I told that information to a man who looked at the whip with surprised eyes just like that. For the first time in this room, a man's face is slightly distorted.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions. I don't care if you answer or not... but there are eleven of you in the dungeon."

But until the interrogation of you is over, the next person will not be released.

When I told him so, the man further distorted his face.

"The last one must be starving to death when they put him out."

A soldier in the leadership makes a humble laugh. That turned out to be a good chase, the face of the bandit man faded all the time. Are you companion thoughts to the extent that they become, or are some of them that should not be let die in them?

"Ko... you evil heathen...!

A man cursed with resentment.

Have you come with the heathens to this day? That's where I want him to hear about his faithful.

A slight, dark sense of pleasure surfaced in the corner of my mind in information that was more easily spit out than I thought.