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

In anticipation of Eric settling down enough, pull the chair and I'll sit down too.

It's a sudden but good opportunity. I had to convince Eric by tomorrow.

"I know exactly what Baron Dovadyne thinks. If there's one thing I'd like to say, that's what everyone thinks, including me."

"Then!"

"But you shouldn't. If you are a man of the Grand Duke of Dovadyne, then you must be in the position of an exchanger, not a knight, on this occasion"

Speaking in a slightly stronger tone, Eric looked suspicious for a moment, but immediately made his expression strong and bit his lip.

Makes me want to exhale. From this reaction, he knew it somewhere, even if he wasn't told.

"............... you, you must have understood. You brought me here on top of that, didn't you?

I did not answer that question. I didn't even read what Eric would react to seeing wounded soldiers.

The aim of converging the strife within the school in the first place has almost been accomplished at the time of bringing Eric to Yugfena. Because Eric is officially made to withdraw his statement before he leaves King's Capital.

His condolences were due to the idea of whether there would be a little fever in communicating and inspiring the King's orders by actually seeing the soldier in front of him.

In fact, as opposed to fever, the exact opposite - leaned closer to the position of the knight, or military, while retaining the point of view of the exchanger. It breaks my heart to the people who are hurt on the battlefield. I don't think of the national interest as an exchanger. When it comes to military personnel, I just wave a powerless word, not knowing too much about the readiness of those who stand on the battlefield.

"You are a born man who can't be a knight, who can't stand on the battlefield by mistake. Thinking about things in a knight's shoes is a mistake."

Those who stand on the battlefield need to be prepared to sacrifice their lives and those of their companions on the battlefield.

And exchangers are also required to be prepared. Be prepared to use someone's life to protect yourself and your people.

I can exist in both of those positions because I am a replacement, unlike Eric.

"... death is scary with the soldiers. So only those who can prepare for death stand on the battlefield. Whoever has broken his heart, he leaves the battlefield. That's only an insult to say you can get out of the battlefield even though you haven't broken your heart yet. Baron Dovadyne, do you come here to insult anything that exchanges lives with a sword? Is that how you can run back to the king's capital and show your face in front of Sieghardt?

If Eric continues to return to the King's Capital, as Eric said earlier, Archsia's army will retreat to this Yugfena Castle Fort without a hand or foot in Lindar's army approaching the shield.

Abandon all previous battles.

Wherever you see it, it is a clear defeat.

... the honor and authority of the commander-in-chief, Marquis Laurenzorel, will fall to the ground.

As soon as Sieghardt's name is given, Eric's expression is obviously distorted. It's a very young expression that makes you feel like crying.

─ ─ Based on the feeling of previous life, is it okay to say that thirteen is still young? I am the same age.

But if it is the feeling of this world, thirteen is the age to welcome a quasi adult. It means you'll be treated much like an adult.

Is that why it didn't break my heart to be aware that I was mentally chasing him down?

"Do your part"

... Come on, leaving Eric behaving like a child is a tough thing to do.

It's sad to think that's the way he wore it as an appeal to a woman in his mother's place, but me and him aren't even close enough to be sympathetic to him.

"Make up your mind before you come here, as little as you can."

It also seems silly to fix an unpleasant mood in a totally alone situation.

I threw up feeling like I was going to slap it off with words.

Eric didn't take his gaze off of me until the end, even as he distorted his expression almost to the point of crying.

It was perhaps the first time I had talked to him so long in my gaze.

"... oh, I get it. I'm sorry for what happened with Zeke."

After all, he rarely and honestly zeroed that word and then dropped deeply.

As I took a quiet Eric out of the room, Paul appeared just from the corner of the hallway.

"Dear Eliza, I have a call from Uncle Wang."

"Soon?

"Yes. I also ask you to tell Baron Dovadyne. We were told by the scouts that the army had moved out of the King's Capital in Denzel, so we needed to send the King's army to the front line immediately..."

Okay, nodding back, peeking sideways at Eric, who still leans down on his face. When he noticed my gaze, he nodded clearly, although he turned his back for just a moment - towards the medical department.