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

As Daphelias spread his hands, I flied out with a fine sword to the woman in a straight line.

A sword inserted from next door intertwines the cutting-edge to the woman's belly, as expected. I hear a rushing tongue punch, and a deafening metal sound as the blade and blade scrape each other to smear it.

Thoughtfully stepped on the stone poke of a rolling spear on the ground and jumped up its tip. Daphelias jumps back to avoid it.

"... heh, this fucking kid... Huh!!

The moment Melchior flies backwards as he rubs his sword, Raswiwok flies with a roar from behind. I put my eyes on it and sprinkled the mud I was holding in my left hand.

Gang, and I heard the werewolf dragon scream in a very cold mood.

Hit that nose tip off with a sword without hesitation, playing the ground with his front leg. Peeled scales dance the sparkling universe in front of you.

Wings plundered past the inevitable left shoulder. My arms are bouncing in a direction that doesn't open, and I hear a nasty noise from my shoulders.

Severe pain and paralysis ran and my left arm felt weak and drooling.

... Is your shoulder off? Subluxation would be nice, but it would be a little nasty if you were completely dislocated.

"Oh, Daphelias. Looks like you've done something extra."

Melchior shouted his sword out at my leg as he raised his agitated voice. Kick it up with the sole of your shoe and play it, eyeing a man's red eyes and clawing his sword tip.

He turned away from his face as he twisted his torso wide, his momentum to tangle black hair sucking the water that was expanding through the universe in his fist and grabbed it clutterfully, pulling it off thoughtfully.

I make noises with the bees and my hair pulls a thousand cuts. It was almost at the same time that Merchior, distorting his face in agony, hurriedly cut off his hair, and the tip of my wielding fine sword shallowly slit his ear.

"Huh!!

The slightly leaked scream, unfamiliar with the battle, is evaluated by the consciousness of a corner that was observing the prey so calmly. Besides, the man felt less inclined to kill me. I don't plan to kill him on this occasion, something like that.

It's convenient. I've never crossed it if you're willing to die.

"Melchior!"

Daphelias jumps in with a dagger in his hand. He sank the blade on his neck and sank his body low. He threw up the mud with the scratch on his right leg.

"Guh, this!!

Slash my left arm in such a state that the sworn woman's dagger just hung. I stepped in completely fine and slashed it into the woman's face trying to poke a fine sword up from the bottom.

The woman screams. The cutting edge seemed to have slashed and torn the left side of Daphelias. The woman jumped away from me so she could relax and distance herself.

Without hesitation, I fall back as well, and once I get a hold of myself from both of them.

At the same time, the coat's high collar was bitten hard. Hook the sledge of the fine sword to your left fingertip and grab your left shoulder off backwards with your empty right hand.

The deformed feelings could not be felt. The joints were slowly moved forward and pulled down with all their strength back. The pain runs worse than before, and the sweat erupts more and more when it is dispersed in water that falls like rain. Gokin, and the running nasty sound of fear echoed all over the inside of his body, and the intense pain of the moment burned his brain in white.

A terrible sense of vomiting is instantly approaching, and thin gastric fluid flows back into your mouth in traces. I felt my throat burn. Immediately spit out the diarrhea, put the fine sword back in your right hand again, and set up.

I forced myself to take a deep breath and fix my breath, which rose.

My body flutters. Would it have been a little too unscrupulous?

Daphelias was also in shape to see how I was doing. He stares at me with an angry expression, shuddering and covering his left eye with his hands, huffing, huffing, and barking his breath like a beast.

The earliest signs of mockery and alarm there are no fine dust.

"Daphelias"

Behind it, Merchior, with one ear suppressed by a bloody wet hand, calms down the woman's name very calmly.

"Time's up"

The woman distorted her expression for a moment. Something to miss, or kick the ground, but Daphelias works faster. Shake an incredible tattoo and wave your fingertips towards me.

It was not Raswiwok who moved, but the countless phosphorous moths drifting over it.

No matter the water from the broken fountain scattered around him, he comes into me as a black lump. I accidentally sheltered my face with my arms. Vision closes completely in the shadow of the phosphorous moth. The wet wings one after the other crash on the ground or on me making a bump and noise.

Fire hands did not rise in the water falling this way on the boulder, but movement was completely sealed in its mass.

Distracted by the countless sounds of phosphorus moths fluttering their wings like algae scratches, I heard the girl's tall scream.

─ ─ It's Fayria's voice. I inadvertently threw up a nasty evil state in my heart. I'm supposed to be right around the corner, but I can't even reach her if I'm so covered in sound and wings that I even lose my sense of direction.

"Bye, Chi Chi Chi!

I can hear a slight outrage filled with remorse, Daphelias' insults.

I saw the two of them turn their backs on me, plundering into a crash of phosphorus moths slowly losing count. In Daphyrias' arms, he also confirmed a slightly faeria-like shadow.

Pay off the fading rain of phosphorus moths, and take off the coat from which the corpse descended astonishingly.

As such, I laid out my fine sword again. In a terribly gloomy mood, ─ to Russywok, who stares at me with his bloody eyes and exhales foaming saliva from his mouth.

"Raswiwok..."

Calling, he didn't do anything to rub his head on the ground anymore.

Raswiwok just opened his mouth like a rabid wolf, as an irrational beast, and flew straight to me.