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

Shiru, and the stone protrusion of a spear slipping down his palm, made a gutsy noise and hit the ground. The sound restores slight sanity and hurries to squeeze his fingertips firmly.

My father, or the man who showed himself the characteristics of the Cardiac family to the point of confusion with himself, walked one step closer to me, unwrought across Viscount Augrain, who rolled at his feet.

-Viscount. So I finally realized that the noise earlier was the sound of the Viscount's fall. The precipitating water accumulates on the ground and twitches there dark red.

He was killed, and as soon as he finally realized that his head didn't work well, his right hand lifted with a weak trembling and grabbed the hem of the red-eyed man's trousers.

"Why, no... Doshte..., take me... eh!

The asthma-distorted, fine-grained words arrived so far, albeit sumptuously at the water noise of bruising. Gatsuri, and the shock of being hit in the head runs. Rather than to information that cannot be processed…, the brain tries to abandon its thoughts to information that it does not want to process.

Now, what did Viscount O'Grain call that man?

Nordsteel, is that what you called it?

"Melchior, is that the girl? You really look just like me."

A slightly plundering woman's voice with a grinning grin. The other standing behind the red-eyed man, who would have emitted it, steps out of his foot and unravels Viscount Augrain's head. The Viscount raised one groan and it became clear and quiet.

He was a tall woman, dressed in a qualitative cloak for travel.

I don't really know my face because of the cloth wrapped around my mouth, either, but my thighs and belly, stripped out as if I were a whore or something, have smooth brown skin and make me ask at a glance that I am not a person in this country.

"... who are you people"

To who I am, they looked at each other. So, let's just chill.

"Listen carefully, little one. His name is Marquis Melchior Nordstel. He's a lot more tall than you. It sounds like you should respect me and speak a prettier word, doesn't it?

The woman laughed more nastyly at him, and said so softly, as if she were singing a song.

─ ─ Stupid. Marquis Nordstelm (...) Because...? This, obviously, seemingly related to me, my father has two gourds?

Even though it's already shocking that a man has Nordstelm's sexuality, such as naming the Marquis on top of it. Confusion and amazement make me lose my mind.

In the first place, I can't believe there was a survivor besides me. ─ I don't think so, but did someone miss the kill?

See the man again. Giri, and his right hand gripping the pattern of the spear clasped with force.

The man really looked just like my father, from what to what, but there is a clear difference. Age.

The man looked only slightly younger than the figure of my father in my memory. About fifteen above me, I guess? Twenty doesn't seem to stay away.

"Don't stare at me like that, Eliza. Aren't we, uh... are we finally seeing each other? Wouldn't you? It's my sister. Or should I call you my niece?

I got goosebumps.

Do you know (...).

A sense of relaxation and disgust stifles in the back of my throat, as if I were caressing the inside of my chest casually. My legs are about to lose strength in the impending sensation that my inner core is turned upside down, and I manage to keep my limping body in support of the spear.

But I couldn't bear the intense chills and nausea, and I folded my body into the letter and vomited. It doesn't fit in at once, and a few times, I try to push my body out of my stomach with nothing in it, even a piece of air.

"Whoa, whoa, apparently they hate you enough to literally throw up backwards. It's sad. I've been looking forward to seeing you, my father's favorite."

A man talks with the utmost pleasure. That alone further increased my nausea.

My head is shaking. My father's voice in my memory is forced to beat me up.

Soon Raswiwok, leaning right next to me, barked at those two to intimidate them. Gow, and a gust of wind roars, causing the two of us to step on it.

The cloak and cloth the woman was wearing blows away, revealing the whole story. He had a colorful, crisp, noticeable face of Eastern state characteristics, and for some reason the left side of his face seemed oddly distorted.

White ink tattoo. Draw a complicated pattern, so that you draw a cross from the right half of a woman's face, spreading it around her arms and feet.

"Oh, wow. You have a rare pet, little one. I envy you."

The woman's grunting voice became tangled behind her ears.

Swallow the nausea forcefully, keep your mouth down, face up and stare at him. At the end of her gaze, the woman laughed eerily again.

"I envy you, give me a break. I want to play too."

The woman turns her hands loose in the sky toward Raswiwok without force.

And so, suspiciously, the tattoo of a woman's body stained with a poisonous red-purple color as she emitted phosphorescent light.

"Say we'll play, but it's time to leave here, Daphelias"

"I know, Melchior. Oh, come on. We're just gonna play a little bit till that little one's heart breaks into pieces."

The woman gave me a distorted grin as she laid her eyes on me with madness.

What the hell are you going to do? I'll be more vigilant and put up a spear.

Daphelias, and the man called about the woman. I mean, this guy is a pagan fanatic terrorist who infiltrated the country ahead of time.

"Come on, then let's play with our pets. Hey!!

A woman barked in a deaf voice, at that moment.

Gang, and suddenly neighbor Raswiwok screamed and fell to the sidelines on the spot.