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

"Okay. If you were a man, you'd be so much as beaten up ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I would like to think that I have no choice but to inadvertently be a little overwhelmed by Latka's temper to put on arms and look down at me with a benevolence.

Either way, even though the girl's face has a grinning smile on it, no matter how you look at it, obviously, Latka is angry.

From my encounter with Emilia, I was told to wash away the interaction that happened with her in the absence of Latka, and I didn't have time for this.

"... was there anything you'd be angry about?

The current story is about how Emilia was treated, and there's nothing to do with Emilia, let alone Ratka's anger, who wasn't there, for no reason whatsoever.

"There is. You, you don't understand too much!

"I'm a woman..."

"Funny! You may be a woman, but not a woman at the moment!

I've been run out of words.

Uh, what, is that... is that about the gender of your mind? Although I think my sexual identity is definitely a woman.

Seeing me confused, Latka sighs back when she can pull in something like anger.

"... it's serious. You, it's time to stop accepting the emotions that can be directed at you."

His voice tasted much more serious, so I put my hands up and blocked it.

"Prepare the tea and get to the table. Let's hear it as your advice, the other Eliza."

Latka nodded horribly. Then, when I smile like a soldier, I gently slap Pong and my head.

I didn't expect to get that kind of skinship from him.

... Has it been since I ran away to the Sil tent to stroke people's heads? In those days he was frequently stroked and stroked because he was a young child and solidified.

Latka goes down to the kitchen to prepare tea. I thought I'd sit down and wait even though there were only two of us, and I decided to help with that too.

On the night after sunset, the lighting of this new dorm house is sparingly used with luminescent stones that solidify the scales of rare and supposed moths, and the lights are lit at the same time for about half an hour when you pull a string suspended by the entrance to the room.

Usually I would light the candlestick while its light was on, but when Latka and I just transferred the seed fire to the candlestick and started the fire, we boiled the water and brewed the tea, and then dulled a few pieces of white bread that were in the reservoir and baked an even thinner slice of smoked meat on our own and sandwiched it in the bread with the vegetables. It is an impromptu roll sandwich.

Leave the ingredients you used for the cock and a note asking you to clean them up after, signed, and go back to your room.

I can't even think about it.

Latka shrugged as she arranged the loot on the table.

"What?

"Everything. I couldn't even imagine this when you met me."

I had trouble reacting to him laughing funny.

When I think of the one who got pounded on the head earlier, I do think it has become a more intimate relationship than I could imagine, and of course it wasn't something I could hope for in Cardiac territory back then to procure night meals or roll sandwiches of white bread.

Seeing it, Latka relaxed her expression and got to the seat across the street.

"... you come on. I don't know, it's not solid. You have strong feelings about yourself."

It wasn't a confirmation, it was a sure cut out. I return my silence and urge you to continue.

"I'll just say what I felt, which is' the other Eliza ', but you, they don't think it's as bad as you think it is. There, you know what I mean?

I also pierced my silence on this.

Not bad thoughts--?

"Whatever it used to be, you brought back the lives of our people in Cardia without mistake. Of course, I know you didn't do it alone. But we all know you were doing what you had to do.... because I understand, no one else can understand, right?

Shoulder to shoulder, Latka said so with a little play.

... Well, he's certainly the only one in front of me who threw a stone at me in the realm. It is true that Latka was an anti-Lordship extremist in the territory at the time, although in fact no resilience or physical strength was left to the inhabitants.

"Of course, I know the people are forgiving and acknowledging me..."

"Chip!!

Ratka barked as she slapped the table against me, who nodded heavily.

"One more step ahead!! The people already admire you!!

─ ─

"There's no mistake!

I haven't said anything yet. but the open mouth closes once and for all.

"You only think about people's feelings from a conjecture of a situation or something, don't you? Clearly, that's a bad habit. It's time to take a good look at each other's eyes and expressions and honestly accept what they're thinking. Otherwise, it would be pathetic for the inhabitants to ignore their admiring minds. Believe me, it's your people."

……

………, nothing, can no longer be said back.

Believe me, when they say it, the words I was going to say back are also foggy.

"... ok"

Cursorily, but when I snort back firmly, I pull my mouth together and Latka snorts as well. Then he looked puzzled and tilted his little neck.

"... uh, that's a sloppy story, grandiose"

Latka scratched her head in embarrassment, and I knew it. The current story was important, but we were supposed to talk about Emilia's frivolous relationship in the first place.

"No, it's not irrelevant..."

Let Latka, who said "tofu," eat the roll sandwich once and re-divide the conversation.

"I mean, uh, yeah. The same goes for Emilia. I know you treat Emilia the way you think about things around you..."

"You want to learn how he feels and tell him to create a little more decent relationship, too?

Taking back the words he had said, Latka looked at me with a face like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

You're the guy whose expression changes when you really screw around. I'm busy watching.

"... I know you need to make it look awful to relieve domestic sentiment, but I don't think you need to be that aware. You, even if you're normal, you're heartless."

"Normally but unfathomable"

"So I think we should be a little more sincere in our attitude towards Emilia, as normal as we are in the eyes."

"Sincerely"

... I think I kind of remember hearing this conversation. Yes, it was like seriously arguing in the corner of the lecture room about how a boy student could make a good impression on a woman...

"'Cause, that kid, you're the only one I can count on, right? But we don't rely on it because we think we can rely on it."

Oh, Cheng Cheng.

Does Latka lay her past self on Emilia?

It is certainly painful to have no one to rely on emotionally in a society and relationship that takes up all the environments until then and steps in for the first time.

"Okay. Switch in the direction of gaining trust, considering her mental anxiety"

... I understand, well.

How can we change the status quo that seems to treat us more as a duty than we have already told them that it is the king's life?

Did it tell you what you were thinking, and Latka roared, um... and pom and hit her hand like she came up with something.

"Oh, yeah. In the meantime, if anything happens to Emilia, give her a head stroke and praise."

"What?"

"No, because. I've been talking to Aslan and the others, and he hasn't come 'kid' with you, maybe."

Touch the head of the Grand Duchess of a country?

"You're not doing it in public, you're going to be fine," Latka says mildly to me, doubting her ears.

No... are you sure you're okay with that?

If you get lost, you gain trust, and now you get scolded.

No, but...

For this reason, Latka has repeatedly told me to stroke my head several times since this morning that I am lost and bewitched.

Are you sure you want to do this? and when upset, the pressure on Latka's gaze increased further. Sure, if you stroke with praise for the dance, maybe it's a natural flow.

Hurry.

For some reason, when I do that, I feel like something is irrevocable. It's just a hunch, but... No, seriously.

Flag.

Those words suddenly came to my mind.

What it was...... Probably a memory about the maiden game.

Then it looks like you should avoid it.

But we have to hit other hands to improve the situation.

I felt like my head was spinning with tremendous momentum in a situation where I had to reply to Emilia immediately so that the conversation could not be interrupted unnaturally.

So, what's the action that popped up?

"Right - - Dear Emilia, may I apply for a dance?

"What?"

"Next dance, with me. ─ ─ Because it would be easiest to understand if you were doing well as you practiced."

He cut out so as to soften his expression as much as he could so as to reassure him without misunderstanding.

Since I've been a quasi adult, I've only attended nightclubs in knight's costumes, and I've had the idea of purposefully dancing male roles in public places, and in fact, I've never responded to a dance at a nightclub before.

And before I started the lesson, I had told Emilia that my debut dance had not yet been completed as a shortage of things to serve as a practice partner.

I hope you can tell Emilia that you are willing to move outside of your duty by the king's life, even without touching your head with this.

Now, what is the reaction of the person you care about?

Emilia stared at Pocan and me, and then turned bright red.

Uh... it's hard to tell if you're happy... Will Latka convince me?

"Wow, if I may......!

I could only understand that I had to beat Emilia's rubbed voice into behavior that suppressed her emotions early.