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

The oldest memory I can recall is the journey through the wide desert everywhere.

Behind my father, who runs a front carriage, I was looking at a world where only a golden land and a bright blue sky would last, held by my mother's chest.

"Come on, Kamil. Come with my mother."

Back in the country, no, my mother pulled my hand and I went into the temple.

How did this happen when I followed her around thinking she was just going for a walk as usual?

My mother's face walking in the unfamiliar white-and-white building, looking like a stranger.

"Welcome home, Master Ilychez"

It also seemed creepy for the women in white costumes, like funeral attendees, to bow their heads like that towards their passing mother.

"Mother, where are we?

I can't wait to get anxious and pull my mother's sleeve walking forward. As a woman, her height, which had recently grown much faster, was about to be chased by her shorter mother.

What is it, Kamil?

The voice I looked back and hung up on was not as temperate as I suspected it was really my mother's voice.

"Um... what is this place?

"This is the Temple of Shanak. Ruled by the Divine Son, the castle of Missorua. My house… and from this day forward it is also yours."

I can't understand half the words of a singing mother. This is my house? But it wasn't a temple that my father told me about our home on the way out.

A big mansion that my father saved money from being young and finally built. I was told that all the energetic servants seemed to be working happily. Even if I'm wrong, it won't be about the unwieldy women who rubbed off earlier.

"... what about my father?

And why didn't you come back with my father? The last time I saw him, he was in the middle of dinner with the person selling the traded goods. It would have been nice to sleep in the carriage as usual tonight and come home tomorrow.

…………

My mother didn't try to answer my question without moving a smile.

I think I was in a lot of confusion then. My mother in front of me is like someone else, and the bright white building surrounding me feels breathless without one window.

Everything you don't know. How can you be so unforgivable now that such a thing was normal on your journey?

"You can't let that man, who doesn't have the power of God, step inside this sacred temple"

"Huh...?

I don't know what that means. Is that man about your father?

There was nothing else in the story, but I couldn't believe my mother called my father that way.

"... Kamil. You're my son. Give that power to Missorua."

My father, a merchant, was born on a journey through various countries. The business knowledge I learned from my father is so obvious to me that I don't remember how long I've worn it.

The various knowledge and techniques my mother taught me. Also, for me, it was something I had learned at some point, and it was normal to learn.

"Come on, Kamil. Do as I tell you."

Show me the woman's white neck, and my mother whispers so. The woman, tightened up by her mother's restraint, was whitening her face in fear without even being able to scream.

My mother's hand hangs on my shoulder.

I empty my head as much as I can, shake up my right arm with a dagger, and shake it down unconstitutionally.

The tip of the sword pierced the woman's neck without blurring. I also knew that when I pulled it out, it would scatter a splash of blood, so I kept my hands off the pattern.

"Wonderful. The boulders are my children."

─ ─ Awesome, well done. The boulder is my son.

One day my father's voice overlapped in the voice of my mother laughing so satisfactorily. I feel more tired, and I shake off my mother's hand, which had been put on my shoulder. I didn't want to talk to my mother in particular lately because hearing her mouth felt like a billion robberies.

"Misolua will be delighted."

Do you know that?

Against my mother, I threw up in my heart alone.

"If you want to get out of here, you can follow me."

My whole body is careless. It's also troublesome to circle your neck, and blindly turn only your eyes at the man.

An old, spineless figure with a slender tongue. I always know that this guy is not alive, he is different from the temple people at first sight. It was pioneering against a man who came all of a sudden, but now it only aroused a little interest.

"... who did you say you were?

He didn't even bother to introduce himself. I cursorily ask.

"I am Siegmund Theresia. A nobleman."

"Ah......, nobleman. Just do it."

To my one-sided satisfaction, the man surprisingly hoists a single eyebrow. Maybe he's angry at my gratuitous remarks when it comes to nobility.

It didn't even matter to me now. If you say it's disrespectful, go ahead. I was even hoping you'd like it whipped or beheaded.

A month ago, I killed my mother.

I was already exhausted by her presence. In her meal, she poured exactly the poison she taught her.

So I didn't really think I could kill you. Neither did my mother think that she would be killed by the technology she taught her son.

And two months ago, my father died.

Since my mother and I left my father a year ago, he said he had fallen out of sight.

It's a long falling life to hang out with some rotten aristocrat who can do whatever he wants, who was once even allowed to travel outside the country.

Besides, at the end of the day, I hear he was executed for poisoning the nobleman of the day he was following.

Poisoning. Around using the same M.O., I was still my father's son. For the first time in the transformation of my remaining mother, I actually suspected it.

"Let's say it again. Come with me if you want to get out of here."

The old man of the aristocracy tells with a resolute voice. I only looked back at the past year for a few seconds. The days I lived in this beautiful, temperatureless temple of White Asia have, in retrospect, continued to kill my spirit. It's like my mother since I've been here.

I can't find that much difference from me right now, like the dead, compared to all those creepless witches who initially seemed so creepy.

Even if I stay here, I'll just die like this. Maybe, like my father and mother.

That's all I could be sure of.

"... ok. I'll go with you."

When I replied that way, the man snorted firmly.