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

"I see, maybe it does"

Marquis Laurenzorel nods. It did contain the color of consent there and shed a glance at me like Eric had won for a moment.

Keep your eyes closed, and drop your gaze on the spoon.

"Next time we discover the Wolf Dragon, shall we send it to Kingsguard?"

"Was the breeding season spring? I'm not sure I'm lucky enough to get a kid, but I'm going to get people ready to take care of him for once."

To the loose promises exchanged between Weegraf and the Laurenzorel climate at the next moment, Eric said at the edge of his sight, "What?" I could see freezing my expression.

... You wanted to take up Russywok on the grounds of disproportionate minutes from me, but unfortunately Wolfdragon doesn't change the Lord. I have never actually peeled it, so if it is unclear what behavior a werewolf dragon will do when forced to peel it, but an individual named a werewolf dragon is rare and too strong to try every once in a while.

"... If you are going to serve beside the royal family, I think it would be good if you were an individual of silver scales. Not a rare color, just like blue silver, but it looks better"

When I remembered the wolf dragon leaning against Raswiwok I saw in the middle of the day, Weegraf and Elgnard laughed, regardless of whether they had grasped the individual. I feel like I've been told otherwise that I'm going to.

We still don't know if the werewolf dragon who serves beside the king will be the son of Raswiwok, but, well, of the three werewolf dragons here, two are female individuals. As young as Guru Wolf Dragon is actually coming in, Castle Fort is still connected to the edge of the Black Mountains (Amon Knoll), and the difficulty of reproducing should be lower than Russywok, which I take around everywhere.

Everyone on the spot receives a cool look at Eric's signs that he was in a worse mood for not having a good prospect.

Mostly, I'm talking about. Normally, there can be no such thing as devoting a single-wing, scratchless werewolf dragon to the royal family in repeated battles. I don't know what got in Raswiwok's way, but can things be transported so easily just by the thought and status of the spot?

If that is to be allowed, it is not the concubine of the Grand Duke, who is the only king or prince, and who has little resistance, at least, to let him go to the battlefield.

... I sighed unknowingly and without sound.

It's not like I was born with the intention of disparaging people, but I realized now that the thought of naturally having a difference in people's value was stained in my brain, and I felt like I could only catch my breath in it a little bit.

If you are born a lowlife, then I am still a lowlife.

It's not about the blood, it's about the obvious loathing of human beings and the way they were born.

Early the next morning, before Eric gave a small speech in front of the soldiers, Fort Yugfena was to be ready for battle and alert.

There was a scout invasion before sunrise.

Of course, the soldiers of Yugfena did not have the lukewarm security to look at it, so all of those soldiers who dared to draw into the fort were to be nabbed.

"All those who caught it seemed to have a slave burning mark on them. Until we decide how to handle it, we'll keep it with you as we see fit, but is there a problem?

"We lend you a prison, especially"

"Really? For once, I'll give you the keys to the cell, too. It's from the second and third floors of the dungeons in the training center."

Such an exchange is between me and Weegraf before sunrise, and a heavy bunch of keys is currently held in my hand.

Making a shitty noise. Bringing Latka and Gunter along with it is, of course, the holding dungeon of that slave soldier.

If the scouts arrive, it's only a matter of time before the enemy forces strike. Elgnard and Laurenzorel sign are already on their way to the frontline stronghold. I wanted to check the condition of the slave soldiers as soon as possible before the respite ran out.

"Elise, Gunter, get out of jail as soon as you feel bad"

Once I speak to the two behind me, I go down the stairs leading to the end of the heavy door.

Dungeon, I imagined something like a dungeon in the Golden Hill Hall when I heard, but it wasn't that bad of a hobby making. The walls, floors and ceilings are made of properly polished stone and I can't breathe just a little.

The slave soldier is in a large cell in the back, and as I approached him, a few of them squatting in it looked up at me with their sleighs.

... loose, cloudy dark eyes.

Somehow I look back at Latka with a vestigial sense of vision. At the beginning of the encounter, his eyes were cloudy like that when he saw them over the prison fence.

"What?"

"No..."

Shake your head and check every slave soldier again.

All the children still about my age, with shallow black skin on silver hair, of a colour not first seen in Arxia, were looking at each other like they were threatened with a lean, thin, exhausted look.

I stop looking at one of them, staring at me like I'm still observing. I made a call to the guy whose gaze staggered but didn't try to distract him from the bright golden eye.

"You there, step forward"

I regret calling and trying to pull that thin body so that my opponent can rise to the wall and then I speak to that slave soldier.

That slave soldier, who looked slightly older than me, had no right leg.