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

The nobles began to return little by little, a night and a half when the moon also climbed high in the sky.

Me and Claudia left the venue and turned to the Grand Duke's back gate in order to retrieve Latka. Make the carriage park off the main road so the gatekeeper doesn't surprise you.

Berwaier made me go home first. To make a draft of the letter to convey the story from Uncle Fletcher's border to where it needs to be.

Latka came right out because she had set the time in advance. Claudia, who saw how it was, moves silently to your platform.

"... Thank you, Elise. Any results?

"I was a little lucky. I think you have some satisfactory information.... Why are you staring so hard?"

Latka points her lips in dissatisfaction as she sweats with a bright blue face.

Why are you staring?

"You said you were lucky? Is that so? I told you not to be impotent, you idiot!

I got a tougher yell than I thought I would. But still, the heavy and hot emotions that go around in my belly never subside.

Latka had swollen her left arm to bright blue. Probably a broken bone. I just wrapped the cloth around it with a thick fan that I wouldn't even use on its arm instead of a shrub, chewing on my critical back teeth.

"Who, how did you get beat up?

If you're saying intelligence went well, you didn't get beaten up by a guard for being a suspicious person.

Let them dive into the servant realm of another house in the first place. The risk was somewhat more than acceptable.... Yet my bowels are about to boil back when I think Latka broke her arm and came back.

Often this emotion should go to the person who hurt his own people, but for some reason, this irrational amount of anger was going to go to Latka himself, who came home injured.

But it doesn't make sense to unleash that emotion on Latka. Therefore he swallowed it desperately, holding it down, and then his voice crawled low and noisy as the earth.

"And by the servant man... the truth is I wasn't beaten up. It's just that the guy who was with the laundry lady at the source was floating around on holiday drinking. If you shelter a woman, you'll be kicked."

Bocky, not. Don't say your injury that way like it's no big deal.

Frustration builds up from the corner desperately holding on to Ratka, who looks like nothing.

"I'd be happier than that. I got hurt, but what about the Grand Duke? I've been doing some digging. I know what happened back then. I even took it from the woman. You wanted to know, didn't you?

"Is that...?

I hung up my blue lips and laughed, I felt something plump and cut off somewhere on that look.

At the same time, I finally understand what this emotion is.

"............ ok. Report the information you get."

"So why are you angry? I worked hard on the corner."

Each other's voices took their chances. A tingling frustration fills the carriage.

"I'm not angry. I say report it. Praise me. Tell me to praise you, but if I don't get results, your injury will only be damaging to me. Talk fast."

Wrinkles between Latka's eyebrows on the boulder. I found myself leaving it to frustration to put it in an extra and hypocritical way about five times what I would have liked to say.

"What a strange way to put it! What are you unhappy about!? Don't kid me!!

"... thats the dialogue over here!! You think I'm unhappy with what? You treat your injuries lightly!! If you get angrier, if you get hurt, you idiot! I said I want information, but I'm sure you're more important than the Grand Duke situation!!

"Ha!? I care!? That's..."

"You're one of my people, too! Look, for a Lordship, the Lords are the ones to take precedence over and protect!! Hurt it to carry out these final orders and treat it like that!? That's what you're kidding, don't take it personally to discredit the value of my people!!

I hit him with momentum, then his head cooled slightly to a stiff latka with my eyes rounded.

Oh, now I, what have you yelled at? Shame, confusion, anger, and then masochism all at once. Forced to rise, reflexively covering your mouth.

At the edge of his unwittingly laying sight, Latka's mouth could be seen twitching and cramping.

"Oh, you're serious about that...?

"Lord's orders. Forget it now and get out of the carriage now. Run home."

"I can't."

Huh, Latka shudders her shoulders. It's as if you're enjoying blowing it out.

I guess, now that I've said this, it's the mountain of Sekiyama who laughs. Instead, maybe it's just better if they didn't get mad at me for not saying anything unsolicited.

But I still couldn't forgive Latka for being injured by this. As much as that, when I came back without a scratch, I couldn't forgive myself for thinking so, even though there was no guarantee whatsoever.

"... you, come on... isn't that the one called trust?

─ ─ Latka's voice, which I thought would blow out, was damp and trembling, the opposite of what I expected.

Ha? and rushed back into his gaze, he was just about to wipe his dirty face like a mess of grin and crying faces with the sleeves of the arms of those who were safe.

"Ha-ha-ha. Took too long, didn't it... after me... really..."

"Ugh, Russai.... Shut up, Elise. And say me, not me."

The words, which were painfully squeezed out, had made all emotions except shame disappear clean and refreshing.