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

Outside, as usual, it is thick and snowy with heavy snow until yesterday. Starting this morning, powdery snow has fallen without sound, and it will get even thicker.

When I got down to the dining room for breakfast, Claudia was talking to Count Teresia, Berwaier and Lady Marechan about something, and when she noticed me entering the room, good morning! and greets me well.

I also greeted them back and asked Cock's boss Warev in the kitchen for a meal before taking his seat.

What a coincidence, Oscar and Mrs. Ortensio just arrive, and even more recently Elise, who is feeling so much better, faces off with Marya.

The dining room at the Golden Hill Hall was filled. Isn't it the first time people have gathered here?

Residents in the same capacity as sitting in the dining room meet together. Sometimes it's unusual, the Earl of Teresia groaned smugly.

"... so far different people from here lived together in this hall. Again, I think it's really interesting."

I wholeheartedly agree with Oscar's zero voice, which is relatively new in this.

Count Teresia, Berwaier, Lady Marechan, Claudia and Elise, Lady Ortensio and, Oscar.

At some point, the number of residents of the house is greater than the number of families I poisoned and killed.

... There's something quite emotional about that.

Although Count Teresia and Elise will leave this hall the next spring. Mrs. Ortensio will also probably leave this hall if I finish my role as a nanny (nanny) with a quasi adult.

Originally, that's probably how a family leaves the house one by one.

No, not all families are. As someone with memories of dying before anyone else and experience burying everything in their family with this hand, I feel that way.

It snows and walks out dim, following Raswiwok rolling around the snow in an exciting mood.

The snow, which just came down this morning, is soft and saggy and hard to walk. The cloak of the wool weave, which is cold proof, is also annoying. Even though it is long to the bottom of the knee and only heavy, the hem reaches snow, so it contains water and gets even heavier.

I still don't think I'm going to like winter.

I don't find it as difficult to walk as it used to be to be a sign of growth, but I don't like the feeling of inhibited movement.

I almost buried my face in the neck roll, and went silently after Raswiwok, who occasionally turned this way and stopped.

Down the hill, through a snow-covered field, down to the village of Claria. The house in the village was lit, but everywhere was quiet as if it killed my breath.

Overwintering is mostly like that. Stay quiet so you don't consume any extra energy while you lock yourself in the house and lean against the fire with your family. I don't sleep, but that's almost the same as hibernation.

I watched the tranquility for a while as I warmed my fingertips with a glass bottle filled with hot tea. Raswiwok jumps around in an upbeat mood over snow without a single footprint piled in the square in the center of the village.

I visited the village chief's house and asked if anything was happening in a short time. So far, nothing, I nodded to the village chief who replied, and told him that I would come back on a snowy day to see how things were going.

From the village to the village, take the back of Raswiwok. Silent winter inter-village travel, covered in snow and dim darkness and with only the shadows of the trees, equals impossible for humans, albeit in the territory where they were born and raised.

But with a werewolf dragon, it will only be possible for those on its back.

Pompom, and I stroked Raswiwok's pompous, empty right shoulder of space. When I lay my body down so that I could pull my cheeks against the wound, did they think it was cold or the remaining wings would open just a little and there would be little wind against my face?

I don't know how it works, but it seems the werewolf dragon manipulates the magic of wind as a starting point. This is what Oscar knew, and he taught me before the battle with Daphelias in King's Capital. I waved my wings and let the wind happen because I was able to use the magical power left over from the chopped wings.

Some of the material obtained from the demonic body resides in magical powers, just as the scaly powder of phosphorus moths becomes a light when collected and crystallized. They don't work forever, they become unusable one day as if they were battery-type tools.

Raswiwok's wings are no longer supernormal enough to cause wind, and they are now embalmed and stored in the warehouse. So that you can incorporate the light and durable skin membrane of a werewolf dragon into your protective gear that one day will be made to match your finished growing body.

I'm going to have my wolf dragon wings cut off for as long as I can. It seemed to me that I had an obligation to do so.

"Raswiwok......"

I'm sorry, but, thank you, but words that didn't work either way came up to my throat, but I missed them before I ended up being a voice.

A long wolf dragon tail like a freely moving snake gently strokes my almost immobile left shoulder. Though we are men and beasts, we understand each other better than anyone else.

I'm glad you're here.

I didn't have to kill him, I'm so glad.

I remember the day I walked in the snow like this before, and I felt terribly sentimental thinking about one person that had been missing since then.

I can't get away with such a gloomy idea that every time something happens, my body is chopped up and scraped away from my end a little bit, or I'm forced to chop it off.

I can't believe I'm just living, I'm just glad I didn't have to kill you, to think.

A sigh and a mockery leaked together.

How did this happen? In a world like this that sets the stage for a maiden game.... I really can't believe you're going to feel normal to have such dim thoughts. Why not?

When a breathless emotion descends like unresolved snow, it swirls slowly in the back of your chest.

With my face down on Raswiwok's back, I exhaled for a long, just long time, until my lungs were empty.