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

I went back to the dorm house and flew a few pigeons first.

I receive a report from Mrs Heidemann on Emilia's manners lessons that took place while she was away, acknowledging the proposed amendments to the education plan to the Marquis Riedelgau before paying people to call in Latka.

Latka, who was working on the challenge from Mrs. Mareshan brought to her by the Oscars, gave a strange look on her tired face and said, "What?" and stuck his head in the office.

For a moment, I get stuck in words.

I am now wondering what I should cut out.

It is familiar to me, such as the abomination of my own blood veins, but I have just realized that this is not the case for Latka.

"Uh... Um, will you calm down and listen? I'm talking about your father and thinkers..."

In the end, there's a voice there that sounds serious.

"... what? ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

A sleepy cat fell asleep and looked like she fell from a high place.

The presence or absence of blood ties with Latka was one of the things Oscar left to look into in secret.

Although it is difficult to say that it is as clearly similar as Merchior, it looks similar enough to be used as a changing ball. Fine color flavors differently resemble hair and eye colors - regardless of dark hair, red eyes are quite rare.

"Owe Cardia - my father had an unusual obsession with his own blood... among other things, with a child who looked similar to himself. If I had known you existed, I would never have thought to leave you alone, nor would I be the kind of man to let go of a woman who could have conceived his own child. For that reason, I thought the blood line was thin at the time I decided to put you in my hand."

Latka nodded in disgust.

It would be a natural reaction. I was initially told that I hated that much, that the former lord, who created childhood suffering, was likely my grandfather, and so on.

It wasn't strange to disturb. Well, I didn't expect to upset you, so I was trying to talk to you without thinking about it until just before we started talking...

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Adultery after incarceration as a non-existent person in society who gave birth to a daughter when she was immature, naming her daughter (me) born that way, trying to teach her crazy enjoyment from her unconscious age, etc. Well, it's a very usually creepy story about where.

"I didn't even think you looked very similar in childhood. As the years went by, they looked alike... well, I guess it's because your gender is a man"

"Don't you think that's a story that contradicts your appearance?

It still seemed surprisingly fine, and it pinches my cheerful mouth.

"But after I found out about Melchior's existence, I didn't see it as a good possibility to throw it away on a boulder. So I asked Oscar to find out where your mother was being put in 'labor'..."

"Hey, don't listen to me"

"Since listening was the main method of investigation, it took me a while to lighten the burden on the inhabitants..."

Keeping up the serious condition and continuing the conversation, the black and brown eyes in front of me gradually turn into something that sits tight.

... It's okay, right?

That's something you stopped shaking, each other.

"─ I don't know how Merchior would recognize you. I'm not even sure it's the child I wanted in the first place. But there may be relative occasions ahead."

"Oh. I know, I know."

Latka nodded in mild condition.

I snort so lightly, you really know what I mean? and before wrinkling between his eyebrows, he goes on with his utmost seriousness - just not seeping a single piece of emotion - words.

"He's your enemy so far, isn't he? If that's the case, that's my enemy. That's fine."

It was a rhetorical dialogue to make sure it was natural.

"Right."

So that concludes the conversation.

Trying to say that, I realized that there was something I hadn't already told you.

"Speaking of which, I mean, you're pretty much certain you're my nephew and whether you're my cousin or not, you, you name Cardia?

"What?"

"What, you didn't assume? I was just going to recognize you as our common son found in the realm."

Pokan, and Latka, whose mouth was half-opened and solidified, silenced for a few seconds.

When you blink your eyes a few times like that, it makes your thin voice tremble behind your throat.

"... if it does... I..."

Apparently it was more shocking than the story that I was pulling Owe's blood.

I saw my lips open, closed, and fought.

"I... formally mean I'm going to adopt your... right?

"Oh, don't be. Age will take the form of an adopted son as my nephew as a little delusional"

"............ never! vs.! to!! I'm sorry - oops!!!

Oops, to barking latka, just a little laugh.

You're still childish in places like this, each other.

"... Oscar. Leave the paperwork for the adoption of the bastard for another year."

"Yes."

I give short instructions to Oscar, who drops off Latka's back across the door as he returns to the assignment and enters the room incorrectly.

You might need it. It may not. Well, I don't mind either.

It's a little inconvenient to be gone, but that's all.