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

The Lithox Plateau is always in a position to pass through the Low Mountains of the Black Mountains (Amon Nour) when exiting the Bandicea Plateau.

Lindar's army, which has not been convinced of leaking information to Arksia, has firstly released its scouts.

You've come to see if we're here or not, but you're assembling an operation on the assumption of that action. It helps that it works as expected.

The proximity of the scouts was sensed thanks to Raswiwok's nose and Claudia's eyes, but he dared not get his hands on it. I need them to tell their unit exactly what they saw here, so I'm in trouble.

Claudia, what do you say?

"Um, dust is rising. Lindar's army is coming! That's a fight!

… Of course, Claudia is the only one who can see the dust and the dust.

Go back to the boy cartoon world, swallow the words that come to mind reflexively as ever, and I deflected my eyes softly from her, who is obviously excited.

Lindar's soldiers, who reached beneath the platform after a long march, stared down at the moat there and at the forests of the people that had been made their way. You can shower and hang arrows from above on this occasion, but dare to wait for the other move because it is important to perform after this to incite hatred and fear as a whip.

I could see the confusion and agitation of the soldiers over there spreading.

The commanders seem to be trying to keep their footprints in check first, but this is where the noise of soldiers trying to penetrate the moat comes from whether there is a known face among the prisoners.

Eventually the commander's efforts were also vain, and soldiers of equipment, like the conscripted peasants, broke apart and ran over straw. A knight on a horse with a face like he gave up overtakes those crowds and comes first to the present day of the moat.

"Arxian people!! This is so terrible! Too much! It's a chivalry or an act against humanity!!

That, towards the knight. I let myself stand on the high ground and threw what I had in my hand.

The knight, who is surprised by what the child does to me, loses his complexion the moment he sees what rolls at his feet.

It was a boy soldier's neck. It is the neck that opens its eyes to fear and anguish, with a face so intense that it can see at first sight the characteristics of the Denzels.

"Don't make me laugh as humane as the extermination of rats trying to sneak into the house!

I'll throw that away to the knight who's going out of line.

"In the first place, it was you, not us, who withdrew the surrender recommendation and gave us both death. If this is the result of your stupidity, engrave it in its savage head!!

... No, I couldn't put the mockery on my voice successfully. It's because of the pity that both the prisoners, who were cut off from their native countries and were set to have the most miserable last in the world, feel boulders.

It wasn't contempt that I should be able to get into my voice here, as I decided to dare make an evil impression. Apparently I'm not for actors.

Was the knight rooted in chivalry and doings on the battlefield? Now I'm gonna laugh at that guy who stood up and looked up at me like his ethics had collapsed.

He hasn't even noticed a soldier looming from behind to become a U.N. crowd.

"What's up, rat? Aren't you willing to start a fight? Then take a good look there. Begin disposing of Lindar's prisoner now"

"What...!?

Standing up, he signaled Gunter, who refrained behind him.

Lindar's soldiers jumped into the moat, aiming and releasing for the moment, as if they were blind to the presence of a standing knight or something! and scream.

My soldiers, with fire arrows on their bows, stood up on the platform simultaneously, releasing it towards the moat and pile without getting their hair in between. It vigorously ignites the oil pre-bathed by both prisoners, and the oil poured into the moat burns at the same time.

Gow, and lay down in the heat of standing up at once.

The screams of the prisoners still alive and of the soldiers who had penetrated without thought, burning alive, echoed scattered throughout the platform.

... it's a reproduction of the sight you know is the most offensive. Anyway, I decided it would be perfect for planting nightmares on my enemies, and I dared to. Probably worse for being bigger than that sight I still dream about.

The feeling of cold sweat gushing out of your whole body makes you feel like you're about to lose strength from your knees. I still feel terrible. Stand up again with the axe spear pattern supported.

All the people who came in are burning. The soldiers who don't seem to be watching the burning flames in front of them.

Not so much oil. A blazing flame will soon lose its momentum.

I use more corrupt measures to shake their emotions and break their control so that they don't have time to calm down.

Perhaps if I found out about this operation, all my father's bad reviews would be smeared in my name. It was ironically said that boulders are the daughters of Owe, to be reversed with fear and contempt.

"Raswiwok, bring him!!

My most faithful, my me, comes next to me by pulling and rubbing it.

Juvenile soldiers of captives connected to ropes - conscripted civilians, judged worthless as captives, already treated as' corpses' in Arxia, weakened to the point of being rambled to the ground and unable to scream.

I threw them, almost the same age as me, over a pile wrapped in fire, to show them to Lindar's soldiers.

If one or both of them fall, they can't even remember to stand. When they can't even step on it, they fall into the fire. Or is it a sacrifice of pointy piles?

"─ Stop it!! How far to imitate rotten!!

An upside down anger echoes beyond the sound of flames. I directed the Archers to strike an arrow at that voice. Kill the rational as a matter of priority, or lay them down on the ground. To carry the battle here from start to finish to the advantage.

I defame my emotions and disparage my opponents from soldiers to just thugs. That way, both the defeated soldier who brings the bad reviews back to the country, and the prisoner, an order from Elgnard - a slaughter in the name of an eight-win revenge - remain in mind.

Beneath the platform turned into a hell of a picture of the snort cry in minutes of things.

To the sight as I thought it would be, a phrase in which various emotions folded in complexity, coming out of my mouth was a cramping voice similar to a high laugh.