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

The operation, he said, came to mind from the presence of Latka.

Actually, I wish Elise herself had been on this scene, but I think it's quite enjoyable to think about the wee graph I proclaim until, because I got a little antipsychotic about the idea of making me so terrible that I'm just a lord of a single territory even though it's a war with a foreign country.

Wouldn't it be interesting to see Weegraf in the face of his brother? and gave it back with a smile just like my brother's.

That's a cramped laugh. This. The name of the operation is Uncle Cardia of the Five, etc., and I didn't know what other face to look like.

"The fact that you were deliberately giving your life to the scouts to confirm your location is nothing more than proof that the enemy forces are putting you at considerable risk. The enemy must be distracted by your appearance beyond the presence of you on the front lines."

Well, maybe that's true. In simultaneous defense battles, I have done everything I could think of to kill, and I am aware that I have sold quite a bit of notoriety.

I don't know how familiar Lindar's people are with what's going on in Arksia, but from what they've told me, it's also creepy that I haven't shown up since eight months ago.

The legal system of setting up a place for all the noble children in the country to gather and receive education is quite rare in this world as well. It is believed that few people know that I have pulled into the country to encourage them to study more than the Arxian side of the practically clandestine state is not well known.

The outline of the operation with the name of the joke described is simple, with the werewolf dragons waiting at each base, Raswiwok, and the white werewolf dragon whose turn it was, riding me and the knight dressed as me, exploiting the secrecy caused by mobility and ability to fly to assault the Ellis capital and the fleet of the River Taeve and target the confusion of the enemy army.

Three wolf dragons of Yugfena and a white wolf dragon head to Ellis, and Raswiwok to the convoy. What am I supposed to do, get Ellis and the convoy back and forth with the white werewolf dragon at all costs? As soon as he returns from Ellis, he will be out to battle for Tavé.

... I'm very anxious to be able to ride that white werewolf dragon, which is a wild werewolf dragon, but I'm certainly the only one who'll ever be able to ride it. I don't feel like I'm being asked to work as irrationally as possible, but it's a reasonable sort of reasoning.

They have a half-day respite, so they'll fix the operation if it's deemed impossible to ride by then, but now what happens?

"Vedowoka, stop here"

I stroke the neck of a white, graceful werewolf dragon who follows my words but looks restless as I look down at the circular city that spreads beneath my eyes.

Named Vedwoka by the name of an old god who remains in the Yugfena region, imitating the example of Raswiwok, she has thus left Raswiwok and is flying by my instructions, although she never tried to bring anyone closer than me.

I had already come to feel the same kind of trust and affection as the one directed at Raswiwok, and therefore also silently accepted my cheeks and tails like long snakes clinging my head from behind. It seems to be the expression of dissatisfaction with the fellow herd and the way it dissipates that for the werewolf dragon is followed with its clever tail or tapped with pessimism.

From the Black Mountains (Amon Nour), which are usually in the direction of setting the sun, you can see the sky brightly anointed with twitching darkness at night. The knights of Jugfena, who flew with them, scattered over the building they had already targeted, signaled the start of the operation.

Between the ridges of the bright white mountains and just until the sun appears, a match for tobacco is imprinted and dropped into a crumby cloth bag that has been oiled. If you tie your mouth with rope and wiggle it a few times, the flame will burn up easily.

Now, let some Denzels get acquainted with a closer fire before worshipping the sun this morning.

The moment the eye-burning morning sun plugged in, it lowered the werewolf dragon all at once.

The target was another bag of oil filled crumbs, bracketed in its belly - chopped it down into the castle of Ellis' lord, and threw a burning spark into it.

"Please, Vedowoka"

When he gave the signal, Vedwoka flashed his wings with a great deal of bastard. The wind blowing up from it stirs the flames that spread all at once even louder.

Those of Ellis who are still mostly asleep will not notice the rise of this quiet fire.

Having seen the flames swell to the point where they could not be retrieved, I made sure that it was brighter clearly around the other targets before sending out the next signal.

"... All right, shall we go next? I must make a grand name for Ellis' gendarmerie and spare you when I say hello. I'm totally busy."

It's a habit when you run with Raswiwok that people don't know what Vedwoka can tell you, but you talk like that.

Behind Vedwoka, who understood the signal and slipped out of the sky again, the sound of the wood that made up the castle bursting into thin air began to sound - the screaming voice of the castle soldiers who noticed it struck Ellis at dawn.