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

"Ah..."

Almost at the same time as me, Latka raises her voice when she realizes that the slave soldiers who called in the same had no legs.

... Speaking of which, is this the first time you have seen a person with missing limbs in person? I guess I've hardly had a chance to see wounded soldiers since I've never brought them to the battlefield before.

All the slave soldiers must have undergone a brief physical examination, but they wore clothes like canvas and were not under any restraint. Perhaps the soldiers could not be brutally treated by their appearance, which was too thin and diluted.

It has been reported that there was little or no resistance when captured, but it can be taken for granted in a unit of juvenile slaves that is throwing wounded soldiers intact.

To the extent that it seemed so, the appearance of the risen boy was painful and seemingly narrow.

"Something, for, or"

Possy, unhectic, dry voices are dropped. It's traceable, but in Arxian.

I lurked my brow.

"Where and how did you learn Arxian? Nazlik and I didn't have any national connections."

If you inquire in Nazlik's words, the boy looks out for you as surprised. Behind it there is so much emotion shaking that it is not commensurate with trivial facial changes.

It also seemed like a reaction where an injured slave soldier was exhausted by an impossible march and reconnaissance and couldn't move his facial expressions, but rather it smelled like there was a human habit that was constantly suppressing and killing his expression. I mean, just like me.

…………

I narrow my eyes and say you're working so hard on a bare gesture that makes me wonder what to answer.

It's called gazing carefully at this one, it's called thinking about choosing words. It's an impossible trick for ordinary civilians. Well, who is it? This boy.

'... I'm not what you think I am. Nazlik certainly never had a direct national relationship with the Kingdom of Arksia, but he actively interacted with Arksia and countries with which he had trade. The countries of the small south are dictated by fate even by the trivial influence of the great powers of the north. Our country was desperate to gain Arxia's knowledge. That's how we store the knowledge. I know Arxian because I was taught as part of that knowledge...'

I nod at the flood of information that came out of a boy who wasn't even old enough.

Stepping closer, the boy lowered the leg of the one who was not prosthetic to be slightly frightened.

I think for a moment about what to do, but I hum my nose about what I want to do clearly within me. I cannot say that the thought that follows what the reason for doing so, rather than what it is for, is much more deserving as a nobleman.

Fortunately, however, there is a clear match between what we should do and what we want to do this time.

"Elise, go to Elgnard and report the prisoner has been transferred from prison. Gunter, use the soldiers and the supplies we've been loading so we can see some more of these guys. And get Oscar."

When I broke up the conversation and told the two behind me the terminal order, everyone on the spot turned to me with a gaze containing all sorts of emotions.

I could see another crossing in the cloudy eyes of the debilitated captives.

Me and Oscar, Latka, and a compression interview in Claudia. When I asked him "what's his name" after surrounding him, the boy who apparently took a meal and calmed him down a little suddenly clogged his words.

Why shut up about such things when you would have stated that you are not who I think you are, that is, not a privileged class person such as nobility or royalty.

The boy panicked to me with a frown root.

Says, in Lindar, slaves are stripped of their names and called in numbers.

The names taken are forbidden to be named or called, and if it is revealed that the ban has been broken, they will be severely punished.

And it is slavery, which ignores humanity.

Reminds me of the meeting at the end of last year in Lithox Taiwan. How dare they bark at me for treating such slavery to the extent that they have burned and killed their captives?

"So? After all, what's your name?

When he completely ignores and re-asks Latka from behind that there's no way to say it, the boy calls himself Vanita, even though he looks odd.

"Then Vanita. I know we've already talked about this, but first I need you to tell me what you guys said in Lindar and how you got here."

"We were sent here... blinded by our knowledge of Arxia. He said if we worked as scouts, if we weren't killed here, we'd be demoralized."

The scouts consist of slaves brought from separate places.

In that way, we all take the lives of our equally enslaved friends and relatives as shields and keep an eye on each other for traitors.

There were rumors that Lindar's people were being swamped into the force as watchmen before he left, and that no one, including Vanita, would have thought of betrayal during the march.

"Do you know where we were until we left?

'I don't know the direction or anything because I don't have a land survey... but they brought me to a building like I dug a hole and built a wall out of stone, where I was explained the order. Everyone was there with the family they held hostage. After that, he was blindfolded, put on a horse, followed by some forest, and we all had to walk even towards this castle fort, which we could see from the forest'.

"What was the order to explore?

scouts, and so on. They are just slaves who are still young and untrained as far as they can see. There is no possibility that real boy soldiers are disputed as scouts in it, but there should be a specific goal that we have given everyone to accomplish the task.

Vanita glanced at me. That's how I mouth the answer, trying to be just a little frightened.

'... whether or not you have a red-eyed child in your dark hair. See if Count Cardia, the blood-soaking demon, is here.'

Three of my surroundings turned to me in unison at the voice of that boy who looked serious.

─ ─ Think for a moment and shake your head small. I can't believe it, now I want to trust this boy's words,.