The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

The mind is infinitely burning Shayla, but the reality is heartless. Without suddenly waking up to strange powers, there's no way you can exert your superhuman motor nerves and escape.

Shayla, who can hardly be emotional, tends to be dragged by it if her emotions explode. But Shayla had also already learned that it was dangerous.

(Even when they grabbed me... if I thought back on Sophia's character, I would have spotted Bell's lies)

Um, Deanna, there's an important Sophia. That can't be happening to hesitate to give it to Deanna while she has the antidote.

Shayla's purpose is not just to get home safely. Go home and save your dear best friend's life.

To do so.

(My testimony alone is probably not enough. It was Bell who guided the men, and I'm sure the 'boy' who collected them, is someone Bell knows. This only seems to be the crime of the 'Red Rosemary')

Even Shayla, who was in the vortex, finally realized it was a conservative trap when a man muttered 'Marquis'. I can imagine how indirect Shayla's testimony alone would make me say, "I must have misheard you as Count".

To prove that someone from the Conservatives is behind this.

(conclusive proof... if it's possible, I'm pretty sure I'll get that guy)

Unfortunately, Shayla doesn't have that kind of expertise. Whether you want someone to capture you...... if you believe the men's words, this is a despicable place off the street. Even assuming a search party is out of the royal palace, it's outrageous, but they're right, in well-raised aristocratic knights, they won't cut their way out of the street and get there until it's off the street. You shouldn't expect anything.

(Then... I run away by myself and call for help?

There are bad guys. I need you to get them.

I know it's not a bad idea, but it's risky. First and foremost, can Shayla escape by herself to where there are people? They postponed Shayla's murder until night because they assume the drugs are working and it's very important. If you show a bare gesture of escape, you will certainly try to kill it, even to stop it.

Plus, even if God of Fortune smiled at me and managed to escape safely to the public, whether I could find someone there to fight for. The men only dye their hands at crimes like this and it's a rough guy atmosphere (I don't know what physique it is, actually, because I haven't seen it), and when it comes to capturing them, it'll be hard not to be someone with that much experience in martial arts. I can't tell a good, normal villager to join me with a tweezer.

Besides that. Even if the God of Fortune were to take a serious side and a strong warrior would join us. There is no such convenient story about the men standing still in this neighborhood until Shayla escapes and comes back looking for an addition. At a time when they couldn't get Shayla, they should already have a lot of money in their hands, fleeing the scatter. All this does not matter of luck, it is a stone to be taken for granted if you are a villain with a concurrent head. Although only that man connected to the Marquis doesn't know how to get out.

(No... I knew it wasn't realistic)

At a time when I'm already lucky to be able to escape or not, I can't say it's a very smart idea. At least not until we increase our chances of getting away with it.

(For now, keep pretending you're unconscious and gather information. You said Dee was a weapon.)

In fact, after only a few steals and listens to the men's conversations, I found out so much. If you hear more, you'll also find an opportunity to escape.

Whatever. Increase your chances of getting away with it at all, to save your best friend.

(Why isn't anyone coming back...!

I can't wait for the kidnappers, who were so horrible until just now. Closed her eyes, cleared her ears, and Shayla was careful not to overlook a few clues.

Mixed with the sound of a sudden breeze, you can hear the birds roaring in the woods. Even though winter is the season when creatures rest, in the land around the warm king's capital compared to the rest, the cold-resistant animals are active.... at least I know this is not the northernmost part of the kingdom, like you have to keep running even by carriage from the King's Capital.

(See, there's something I can tell by the sound alone....... don't give up)

One of Shayla's loved ones taught me on that back. The importance of not giving up until the end and continuing to scratch your feet, no matter how desperate the situation.

If all Shayla can do now is clear her ears and pick up a lot. You just have to make the best of it. That way, I'm sure, you'll see the next hand.

Believe me, Phew, I exhaled, in Shayla's ear.

- Slight, I thought I heard a bell.

(Huh...?

It's my fault, isn't it? No, but it does. There's a high, cool sound, different from the sound of the wind and the birds.

(But... why, what a bell)

Could there be anyone outside this cabin besides the men?

In anticipation, Shayla was increasingly clear in her ears, but unfortunately she never heard the bell again. Instead, the footsteps come closer and closer for one person.

(Who...?

sounded the door open properly and I heard a deep sigh.

"Medicine...... overused?

My heart bounced. This, the voice.

(Connected to "Marquis," that guy!

Great destiny has come back first. I honestly can't tell if Shayla's time alone in the cabin was long or short. I feel like it was a huge long time, and vice versa.

But it's a sure fact that Shayla's mindset is different before he leaves and now that he's back.

(No small thing, I wouldn't miss asking!

Keep in the mood, keep pretending you're losing your mind. He sighed again at Shayla, who wouldn't make it slight, and the man sat down somewhere. There was a heavy noise.

The next thing I heard was a dry crusty sound somewhere. Only a few moments before wondering what it would sound like, Shayla flashes.

(This... is the sound of paper)

Paper in my hand, I guess the man is open.... Sure, he said, "I told you to kill me when it was night" about the steps to kill Shayla, but he said, "I'll check just in case," and he should have left.

And that is.

(The paper he has says' Confirm 'answer......!?

It seems likely.... but I just can't be sure of the sound alone.

It bothered me a little, but Shayla's decision was quick.

(The sound of sitting, it wasn't that close. If I just open my eyes a little, I'm sure they won't notice)

Shayla's vision isn't bad. About anything in his hand, I can see it if it's within sight.

Never mind, Shayla opened her thin eyes about time. The eye incorporating light immediately sets the focus, reflecting the figure of a man with no particular prominence except that he is in good shape, sitting a little away from the lying Shayla. The man had a difficult face, - he was reading paper in his hand.

"Uh... I knew it. You're just not that stupid."

The man who shrugged scratched his head.

"Kill as planned, but make it look like the work of the 'Red Roses'...? They got money for the eldest son of the Count Tandor family, including me. Why don't we just leave the evidence they show at the scene and let the Knights of the Royal Palace discover it?

With a bump, he folds the paper in his hand and gets nostalgic. Seeing what was to be checked, Shayla's chest, again closing her eyes, rattled violently.

(Ten, eighty-nine, no doubt. That paper is an instruction from the Marquis. If we get that one, we can show conservative involvement!

"Make it look like the work of the 'Red Roses'," he read out. Deliberately giving instructions that way is the same thing that we confess that we are not a 'red rosemary' and that we want to fall for them by making them look that way. - That paper is sure to be a big help saving Deanna!

(Even if you can't get him. If you could have taken that paper and even escaped......!

I see a light of hope. The body stays motionless and Shayla's head spins at high speeds.

(Don't rush. He said he ran away while it was bright, and he'll be caught soon.... wait for the night)

Yes. If the light falls, on a winter night. It is possible that even a woman's feet can escape by multiplying by the shade of night. To enjoy the beautiful starry sky, it was the New Moon night that there was the 'Feast of Stargazing'. No way, it's been a week since Shayla woke up, because I don't know how many days after the feast, but I can't even imagine those short tempered men leaving Shayla alive for days.... Perhaps the light of the moon is still weak and won't help us with our tracking.

(When the sun goes down. look at his gap and take the paper away from his nostalgia)

As you can see from that hand movement, what's in the paper is the inner pocket on the left side of the jacket. Shayla, who used to help her father's demeanor, also has the structure of a man's clothes in her head. If you're even sure of the location, it won't be so cluttered, you should be able to pull the evidence out.

(Take the paper. Then you run away at full speed)

Apparently this abandoned cabin, too old to be locked. Are the men alarmed that Shayla's unconscious even watching or not? Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's easy to get away with if you want to.

Go outside and go into the woods to scatter your chasers. Darkness is also dangerous for escaping Shayla, but as long as she gets away from the men, she should put it on people one day if she walks in search of a street that makes no noise later and lights the lights even at night. - Not sure how far the men know, but Shayla has now made several long journeys to drop off her sailing father. Experience tells me the streets are bright at night.

(Run away. I'll definitely go home)

I just came flushed, spring, as if I didn't know where I was going. Over the days of just enduring irrational violence, I regarded it as destiny, summer. I experienced so much emotion for the first time that I deepened my thoughts of interacting, confused, troubled, autumn. In the quiet snow, I confronted my resolve, winter.

I hate it, it's painful. That place, which was like hell, was sometime, for Shayla, a 'go home' place, not a go.... because I'm sure Shayla laid down her mind that when she lived there all her life, she wanted to live.

Already, the backyard. It's not an inorganic building that just kills your breath in that corner and counts the time it passes.

Put your hands together with one of your favorite ones and build up memories together - 'home'.

I have to go home. To protect one important person. Don't mourn the one you love.

I can see the sun setting rapidly, as if to hold back Shayla, who is renewing her determination. It was bright to capture outside light until earlier. The indoor quickly dimmed, and the indoor man sounded moving, blurring brighter again. Apparently, I lit the lamp I had prepared in advance.

Eventually it gets noisy outside. I guess the other guys are back. Nobody enters the cabin, and the sound of pussy and the smell of smoke flows.... Apparently, he's about to have dinner.

"Those guys... I told you to stop imitating conspicuously!

That's what the man who was sitting said, and he left the cabin. Left Shayla in a hurry, motionless.

(If they set fire to it, the light would arrive and the direction to escape would be split!

My liver got cold when I came here to say that it was just a disorder, but outside, the 'Marquis' foremen who wanted to put out the burning fire and the men who wanted to eat the fried meat are arguing with each other without taking a step. Ultimately, it was unanimous to extinguish the fire as soon as the meal was done, and Shayla lowered her chest with relief.

(After the meal, after the fire goes out, it's a battle.)

The man at hand seems to have been invited to "eat you too" and entered mealtime without saying no. Shayla is supposed to be hungry too, but Shayla's body, which hasn't eaten anything from the feast, seems to be paralyzed around. I don't feel particularly hungry.

Eventually, the man at hand who ate what he was going to eat came back to the cabin, saying, "You're not looking out," or something.

"Those guys..."

The man who sat up again remained silent for a while. In contrast to the liveliness outside, there is no sound in the cabin.

Well, what broke the tranquility. - It sounded slight, it was a man's sleep.

Shayla's chest jumps.

(Huh...? No way, I'm full, did you sleep?

Suppose he hasn't slept since Shayla's kidnapping. That could be enough.

If you be quite careful, open your eyes softly, and take a peek at how things are going. Beyond a small lamp placed in the center of the cabin, he did sleep while sitting with his body pointed at this one.

I don't get this one thousand opportunity anymore if I miss this.

I didn't have time to get lost.

(Take the paper, take it -!)

Wake up and be careful not to make any noise, Shayla rises. Shayla thanked God that it was midnight when she was caught and that it was a moving sleepwear. It stands out in dresses and heels, and it can't be absurd to move without making a sound.

Extruded, split and sneaky feet. Killing the sound so desperately is, without a doubt, the first time in my life. Even when he was caged by his uncle and aunt and snuck into the hungry less kitchen, he wasn't so serious.

Rely on the light on the lamp, get close to the front of the man. - Put your fingertips in the man's left, shayla's right inner pocket, without getting lost.

To the definite feel of paper, ecstatic, - moments.

"- Hmm? I knew you were awake."

With the words, the wrist I inserted is grabbed with a smudge. My whole body of blood, it made a noise and fell off.

(- Trap!!

Reason and so on, that was intuition. If you wave your hands off as far as you can, the hand of the man who apparently didn't mean to catch you from the start comes off lightly. Reflectively distanced, moved near the door.

It's slightly dark, in the light. The man's grin creeps.

"I thought it was strange that no matter how much too much medicine I used, I wouldn't wake up for almost an entire day. You've been awake for quite some time, haven't you, young lady?

Shayla is not stupid enough to ride an obvious provocation. Just shut up and stare at the man. - In fact, I wasn't in the mood to ride the incitement.

(We were almost there...!

I don't care anymore if this is what happened, whether it's true or not, when a man was asleep. I approached him until I touched his fingertips, but he couldn't get the paper in the end. My impudence makes me genuinely angry.

"You knew I had this here, that my consciousness was already clear when I was reading it? What the hell is wrong with you, you're just a helpless, incompetent little girl who can't live without being sheltered by the powerful?"

That assessment is not wrong. Shayla is right, and without her arm strength, her ability is no big deal, just a little girl.... One piece of evidence to save my dear best friend, I can't get it.

Such a self, whether angry or pitiful.

Rin stretched her spine, and Shayla straightened out, staring at the man in front of her.

"I already know that what is in your nostalgia is my - trump card to save the plight of those who matter to us. Bring it to me."

"... you think I'll give it to you?

"I tried to take it away from you because I don't think so, but if you fail, you have to adopt other methods. But the only thing left for me to do is talk directly."

At a time like this, I think. I wonder what Deanna would do.

If she's strong, noble, and at all times forwards, she won't just pull back and mess with you awesome, at least as much as she failed once.

Before you mourn your weak self. Foolish yourself, before you get angry.

Everything you can do, you should try.

Seeing Shayla not losing light from her eyes, the look of the man in front of her moves slightly.

"... you, wow. The Marquis' blindness is considerable."

"Can you tell me the name of the Marquis?"

"Know what? Are you willing to survive in this situation?

"Naturally. I will not die. - Live and have things to do."

I hurt a lot of people because of crappy factional strife.

Even the girl who stood up to protect everything can only be considered to be in the way of the faction. To get rid of her, I mocked the hearts of those who admired her wholeheartedly.

By the way, I can't believe you're trying to make Shayla's death the deciding factor.

I will never let that happen -!

Shayla, who stands on her heart with determination, is unconscious in person, but so beautiful that she looks radiant from within.

Born and raised, regardless. - Now at this moment, Shayla was, without a doubt, a noble being.

So much so that the man who is supposed to be the enemy is about to breathe and reflexively lag behind in its power.

- But.

"I'll buy that mind though. I think it's pretty tough for a weak little girl to beat a rough guy."

Quickly, I say, the man turns his face out and raises his voice. Five noisy men outside, loud enough to beat.

"Hey! Little girl, you're awake!!

Outside, quiet for a moment. One breath, the door opens. A man with a barren beard on his gigantic body laughed nastyly at Shayla as she confirmed standing near the door.

"Ho. If you look at what's happening, well, it's not that bad."

"I didn't say anything stupid, let's clean it up before it makes a scene"

"Oh, my God, what you're saying is different."

If Shayla's memory is correct, this voice belongs to the first man who said he wanted to kill Shayla, who is particularly short-tempered among the short-tempered men. The other men also seemed to have a glance at him, and the discussion when the opinions were in conflict was often mainly exchanged with him in the man at hand.

We have to do something about this big man, too, to get away. Shayla unconsciously looks for a way to open the door, hands on her clothes... to a stiff feeling, gets angry.

(This...)

Yes, there was only one thing Shayla had.

It's what I gave Dee, though I'm sorry. If it's to get through the predicament, I'm sure she won't be mad.

The men's conversation continues even as Shayla thinks.

"What are you saying? Which one isn't?

"You said it was only after night that I would kill you."

"The sun set. Darkness is no longer the same as night."

"But no country village can ever be quiet at this hour?

"If it's dark, you'll hardly have to worry about people finding you. Most importantly, my little girl is awake now. Don't make a scene."

"Where such a helpless young lady made a scene, it doesn't seem like much."

I know why the man at hand wants to kill Shayla right away. Shayla heard him speak to herself and knows there are instructions for the 'Marquis' in this matter. It would be supremely natural to think that we can't keep him alive.

But at the behest of that 'Marquis', it was also readable to Shayla that the man himself would not try to lay his hands on Shayla as much as possible.

That is. At this time now, only the big man blocking the door will have to stand up to Shayla to survive.

Laughing with his nose, completely alarmed, Shayla doesn't distract from the big man who's been relaxing and reaching out. Shortly before that hand touched Shayla's shoulder, she lowered herself to

- Take a breath, dive into the man's pocket!

"Oh?"

I don't give, like, a gap to keep me alert. Shayla stabbed Dee in the throat with all her might at the tip of the shaft, which she had removed from the shaft.

"but ahhhhhhhhhh!!

A great deal of screaming.

- A long time ago, when I was just a young child. Shayla, who was a noble and at the same time a wealthy merchant's daughter, feared kidnapping. The Father did not seek to raise his daughter, who would inherit the Carrerdo family, who himself had embarked on the outer sea to increase his wealth, to merely be protected.

Call a professional person and let them learn how to protect themselves. In times of need, my father gave me the means to protect myself.

The throat, the steep spot.

The human body is surprisingly strong, and since it is rare for a woman to stab a man with all her might, it also means that she shouldn't hesitate if she really thinks it's dangerous.

All, I was taught at an early age, it's Shayla's property.

Against the backdrop of a cry that didn't even seem to belong in the world, Shayla jumped outside the cabin. He runs at full speed into the gap where the men outside are distracted.

"What the fuck! Catch him!!

The scream of the man at hand, who lost his spare time, came after him. There's more than one footstep behind it, we have to get into the woods quickly -!

"You think you can get away with a woman's legs?"

Where I felt heat on my shoulders, the world flipped. Learn to have a strong impact on your back. I learned from the stinging pain and the weight of my shoulders that they pulled me down and held me to the ground.

"Get off me!!

Wave your arms and rave as hard as you can. I wished I'd poked my eyes at him with a shovel, but the murder weapon seemed to have been spotted early, and he was ruthlessly bounced off.

With his arms, on Shayla, who rammed with his legs, a great shadow fell on him.

"Little girl...!

Ragged eyes reflect anger and hatred. The big man who forgot me to fight back Shayla is holding a knife in his hand.

"How dare you... I'll kill you!!

The knife the big man shook up in anger told Shayla...