The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

Dogaan!!!!

(........................... oh?

I didn't stab him. No pain, no shock, none of it hit Shayla.

Because the moment I shook up the knife, along with a tremendous sound, the big man's body blew up directly beside him.... from common sense is an unlikely move.

"There it is... Hey, it's really bad for your heart."

And in the space where the big man disappeared. A new figure, who I can assure you was definitely not there until just now, stood floating, in a normal manner.

The person sees Shayla asleep.

"Are you okay? Can you wake up?

"Ah... yes"

"Yes. Just stay asleep. It's dangerous, so wake up, and if you can, just stand up."

... Given the circumstances, this boy (looks like. I just can't see ten above Shayla) but I'm pretty sure she helped me out by kicking the big guy. Attitudes and words are far from passing heroes who will save the crisis.

Although the big man has not been blown back, there are still five left on this scene, including the man at hand. You can't say you took off the crisis, but Shayla learned by instinct.

(Probably not this guy tough...)

It's not like the kidnappers who just have a bit of a strong arm, because of the signs they brew. Someone of a kind who specializes in 'that sort of thing' as long as he lives in a peaceful world, with no fringe.

Shayla, a merchant's daughter and nobleman, knew that there were people specializing in 'such things' as knowledge. Of course, today is the first time she's actually seen you, having lived in plain sight.

The kidnappers were chattering while Shayla stood up awake with a painful body, freaking out at someone who was supposed to have helped her.

"Holy shit... what the fuck!

"Get out of my way! That little girl is our prey!

"A child. You're kidding me!

"Hey! Nobody's gonna find this place. It wasn't a hole!

I can tell by his attitude that he hasn't heard the murmur.

Fulfilling - making sure Shayla stood up, he spoke in a very ordinary, uncomfortable voice.

"Me. Come on. You're in such a bad mood right now. - If you're coming at me, I'll turn it off, okay?

The more illusory the flowing blood was instantly frozen, the more frozen 'something' it released, overwhelming the spot.

Even Shayla, who had no connection to the havoc, could feel it. The fear felt by the men, who somewhat remember their arms, would not have been Shayla's ratio. The men who were calling, with their mouths open, lost their words.

"Uh-oh!!

After a few beats, he escaped simultaneously, as if combined.

- Seeing the men running out, Shayla was returning to me, too. Soon as I think about it, I scream.

"No! Man in the deepest, brown jacket! Just don't let that guy get away!!

Neither did he move to Shayla's cry without a thump. Almost at the same time as his hand moved, the man at hand, who was trying to escape into the woods, falls out of balance. From in front of Shayla, I wondered if his figure had scratched off all the time, and he came back holding the man at hand.... The incineration was still on fire and the area around the abandoned cabin should be bright, but Shayla had no idea how the boy moved and what he did.

"It's good for him, isn't it?

"Ah...... yes. Thank you, thank you."

Thankfully, Shayla reaches into the man's left chest pocket. I pulled out the paper that touched my fingertips, and now it's time to pick it thoroughly. If we get close to the incineration, check the contents.

"The king was to convene an extraordinary council when he needed to make his sins public about the Red Rose execution. The time is 10: 00 a.m. tomorrow. At last, in that seat, you will be asked about the murder of the princess by the Red Rose. When the night is up as planned, kill Shayla Carrerdo. However, it must be made to think that her death was orchestrated by the 'Red Roses', whoever saw it. I'll leave the work to you."

Shayla's eyes were opened to the extreme. This paper, which shows the involvement of the 'Marquis' as expected, but it is not the part of the instruction that Shayla lost her words.

"What... this." The Red Rose Execution. "

"Nothing, nothing. Mr. Shayla was taken away because of the Red Rose plot, so isn't the execution a natural flow? Now Red Rose is in the dungeon of the Royal Palace."

The whole body of blood boiled.

"Don't be silly!! Dee kidnapped me and instructed me to kill him, right? Even though I can't forgive the 'Red Roses' for rambling Lady Sophia and tormenting Dee. Dee doesn't even hesitate to drink poison to protect everything, but he doesn't kill people! Such a sweet, noble one - mine, my best friend! It's a cowardly ruse, 'cause it's in the way of conservatives' for what reason, are you going to kill me!?

It was sweet. Shayla bites her back teeth off.

Put the blame for the 'Red Rose' rampage on Deanna on her head and take the 'Red Rose' chair from her, I can't believe it. Conservatives were not planning such a raw measure.

More, more directly. Sure. They were moving to literally 'erase' those who were in the way.

(Because I, Misumisu Bell fooled me and took me away -!)

How could I not be more vigilant then? To my stupid self, I get nauseous through anger.

The more the blood flow stopped, behind Shayla, who gripped the paper so hard, the sound of the air going off all the time.

Looking back, a mysterious boy whose kidnapper seems cute is looking at Shayla with the look of a smile and confusion added and divided by two.... Speaking of which, I wasn't aware, but it was his voice, not the man at hand, who answered Shayla's question earlier.

"... what is it?

"No? Thought I knew you'd noticed. Identity of 'Dee'"

In one word, the mystery was solved. - He might.

"Are you a subordinate of Dee's …" The Red Rose "?

"I don't deny you're on Dee's absolute side, but you're not subordinate. I'm at my will, beside Dee. That's all there is."

"So... you're the one who helped me"

creeping, he laughed at the noise.

"Too bad. So I said, 'Then why don't you help Dee!' If they told me, I would have seen it only without question."

"I can imagine as much as Dee can't move without darkness in a situation where I don't know if I'm cheap. If you really are, Dee's 'absolute ally', you shouldn't strike a hand that will trap Dee in immediate danger and make him regret it until he dies.... For Dee, you came to help me. Really?

The silent smile was, above all, an eloquent affirmation. From Shayla's shoulder, the force falls out.

"Can you wait a while longer to thank me"

"It's what I did for Dee, so I don't need anything else to thank you or anything. - You're going back, aren't you?

"'I'm going home'.... because I'm sure you'll be waiting, worried"

Even for the important ones. Go home, - you have to break it. I'm only thinking about gaining power, the plot of the true bad guys.

Execute Deanna? I would never let that happen.

"... that's a lot different from what I was told."

Second, I had completely forgotten my existence, the 'Marquis' 's hand opened its mouth. He was capturing it. He forgot, too, and he shouts "Ah".

"I've been asked a lot of questions. It's a hassle, let's bury it."

"I'm not dying to hear about your triangle. By and large, who would believe that" The Princess "and" The Wonderful Arms of Back Society "combine" The Red Rose "?"

"... that's what we were talking about now?

"I don't think so..."

Very unwillingness. In the first place, Deanna is not the kind of person you can fit in.

To Shayla with pointy lips, the man smiles bitterly.

"Don't be so swollen, my lady. You've won, you've won."

"Didn't I win..." The Queen "?

"Well, Mr. Shayla is the king's sideroom, and she's the queen, isn't she?"

"The Queen is the only person in this country to be awarded the official title of Queen."

"Sooner or later? Then it's not a problem to be called now."

There's a lot to go into, but for now, I'm sure there's only a problem. Shayla also understands that I've had no heart or headache, but that bringing up aristocratic common sense to the men in front of me won't allow the conversation to proceed.

I sighed and turned to the man at hand. - He still had something to ask.

"I didn't win, but I'm going to survive. Can you tell me the name of the Marquis you were asking for?

"... wheezy. What's wrong with me? You can't betray me."

"I don't look respectful though. They're taking hostages, too?

To the boy's words, the man grinned bitterly.

"I don't like it because it's here, the real operator. Until we hide what we want to hide."

"No, nothing to spot, because it's a promise. - Sick sister, or something?

"It was the mother who was sick. You owe me money for treatment, and my brothers and sisters are tied to that house for the rest of our lives. I'm the Marquis' slave, and my sister is the next Marquis'... toy."

"Uh, I see. If you betrayed me outside, it would be a pattern that my sister in the mansion...

"Is this story in the 'back' pretty much rolling?

"You know, the more you do business with us, the more stories you sweep and throw away. It's hard to be so guessy."

... I don't know. It's supposed to be a very heavy story, but what makes me feel like the boy's words are going too thoroughly light and no big deal.

Before Shayla was twisting her inner neck, the boy let the man go.

"You're in luck. He's the one who sent me here. He can't leave people like that alone."

"... from what I just told you, there's a 'red rose'?

"At any rate, the fate of Uncle Crester's maid is at stake. When I get out of the house tomorrow, I won't be able to come back. Why don't you take your sister to a gap in the landlord's absence and run away somewhere?

"But the testimony..."

"There's no way in this country that the cost of treating a parent's illness exceeds the lifetime salary of two children. It's a scam organized by Bad High Interest Lending and the 'Marquis', scam. If you check the testimony, you'll soon know it's illegal. If you want to hear from me to the Crestors, why not?

"... can you escape,? Really?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. I won't be involved in your decision."

Covering his face with his palm, the man trembled into small pieces.... This is, I'm crying, not.

"Ku, kuku..."

I'm laughing. Shivering in small pieces, a man who should have been a kidnapper, is laughing.

"Kid...... You know you don't care about me."

"Needless to say, I don't care. Whether you manipulate the Marquis to death, escape with your sister as far as sinking mudships are concerned, abandon your sister and betray the Marquis, it's none of my business."

"That's the truth. Yet you offered unfamiliar favors for 'Red Rose' that doesn't matter?

"... if I abandon you here, I'll be sure that Co is sick."

I don't care if I'm alone, but Mr. Shayla is here now, and he kept going... and he seemed troublesome.

"I don't have much time, so I want you to make up your mind. If you want to be loyal to the Marquis, I'll kill you here, okay?

"For that fucking annoying bald man, who dies. I'll take my sister and run. - That mansion is overflowing with 'servants' with similar conditions to ours. If you have a knob, I'd like to ask for a deposition."

"Mm, okay. Say it."

"Making it doesn't seem like it matters.... Oh, yeah"

A man with a different face than when confronted inside the cabin turns to Shayla. I dug through my pockets and took out a small white cloth wrap.

"Look, Your Ladyship. Say goodbye to the brave you. If used well, it would be more conclusive proof than that paper...... maybe?

"Huh..."

evidence, I hear it and receive it reflexively. The man laughed.

"The kid should know what it is and how to use it. By the time you get back to King's Landing, you'll have to tell me."

"I can imagine. Is it normal to do it three times?

"... you're a seriously famous awesome guy, aren't you?

"If you're gonna pry, you're gonna erase it, right? I'm in a bad mood."

"I told you earlier. I'm not interested. Just a confirmation."

Shaking his head sideways, the man looked up into the sky.

"Was Parliament from ten o'clock? If you're going to take the Queen back, that's pretty critical."

"Someone politely escaped to the back."

"That's not my fault. The Marquis told me to use this place. Because you'll never find it in a hole."

"... hmm?

Smile thinly, the boy clasps his shoulders.

"If you want to run, why don't you run away? Wouldn't it be a bad idea if they saw you with us?

"You must have interrupted my escape in the first place.... well. Sweet for your words, I disappear. I'll take care of it."

Silently to Shayla, this time the man, disappeared into the woods. Somehow I drop him off and squeal.

"Will you and your sister escape safely..."

"Aren't you okay? He doesn't seem stupid."

Answered, he doesn't seem seriously interested. They don't care if a man lives or dies, not if he's blindfolded or anything.

Paper in your hand and staring at the mysterious white wrap. I fold the paper and make sure I don't lose it.... I was wondering when I first put my sleeve through how it came with this kind of storage feature for just bedtime clothes, but is it for times like this? Thanks to this, I was able to bring it.

That's all I thought about, I remember.

"That's right, cum!

"Porphyra?"

"It's a gift I gave Dee, but he fell. Pick it up, bring it here. I was just around there..."

Describing, he rushes to the neighborhood where the pigeons would have been flown. The light is hard to reach at the end of the hall, but I can't go home with that thing dropped.

Desperately looking for him, he found the boy, who was a little far away, bent over and picked up something.

"This?"

"Uh... and that's it!

Definitely. Elongated rod tip with wobbly ornaments, "The Snow Moon."

Picked it up, he looks at it with a squeak.

"I'm not very familiar with a woman's ornaments, is this a pigeon? Isn't it thin?

"It's an unusual shape, isn't it? In the country all the way to the east, they say," This is the way it's shaped. "

"Heh, yeah. Sure looks good on Dee"

"It looked good on me.... take a closer look, I'm sorry I couldn't say that"

"Give it to me directly when you get home, if you say so? It's a little rusty around here or something, but if you put it out for repair, it'll be beautiful."

Yes, and when I was handed to look at it, the stick part is definitely bumpy and rusty. It's not that noticeable, so I didn't realize it until you told me.

Shayla's feelings flourished because of her gift to Dee.

"Is it because I used it to fight back against the men..."

"What? Is that what you fought for?

"Fight, in such a way as to say. I just poked a guy in the throat to get out of the cabin."

"Wow, unexpected"

The boy laughed and shook his neck sideways, even though he looked like a lady who couldn't even kill a bug.

"That rust has nothing to do with Mr. Shayla's attack. You mean you poked him in the throat. You used the tip, didn't you? The rust is flying with a stick of tobacco, rather the tip is shiny."

"But then why rust or something..."

"When did that pigeon fall?

"That's... when Dee flipped the meal to help me,"

Saying, Shayla remembered all the time. - One reason why silver products are treasured among noble people.

When he looked at the boy as if by accident, he was smiling profoundly.

"From what I've seen, the brand new silver wax is such an unnatural rust.... I guess that's why"

"Well, after all..."

The feast, the fear comes back. Shayla herself was targeted for life, not its horror.

"Is Dee... safe, is he?

In front of me, there was a fear that one person I never wanted to lose could not stop the moment I went to the dead place myself.

A voice descends on Shayla, who stands still with a twister, without any shards of tension.

"If you say you're safe or not, you're in a dungeon waiting to be executed, so you're not safe. If he was alive or dead, he'd be fine."

"I mean, he said it wasn't a very strong poison...?

"Yikes. It's just that Dee is a non-standard lady. I guess if Mr. Shayla was eating, she'd be out."

When someone in a less than courageous profession tells me, I guess I really did. I wouldn't normally have a lot to go into about Deanna surviving even the Buddha's poison, but if she's alive for now, it's good for one thing.

I guess it conveyed what Shayla was convinced of. The boy laughs quietly.

"By the way, if we don't have any more business here, I think we should hurry back to the royal palace?

"Of course it is. Go home - I have to make you stop kidding me about Dee's execution."

"Well, shall we finish the fire and leave? Mr. Shayla, do you have a light or something to illuminate your foot?

"No, I... It was in that cabin that the men had."

"Then shall I borrow that? I'll put out the fire. Can you get it?

Of course, there's no denying Shayla. Shayla rushed into the cabin, holding onto her precious hammer. The oil on the lamp seems to have been sufficient, illuminating the inside of the shed where no one is anymore, in discipline.

(Quickly,... Quickly, I have to go home)

I'm angry at my stupid self, mourning my helpless self after it's all over.

... now, if you can blame yourself and can't get up enough.

(I can't believe we're holding an aristocratic council to uncover Dee's sins. If you don't even know that Dee can't possibly hurt me, then this time, I won't forgive you for your majesty!

I know a hundred things about winning eight, and Shayla... It was to strike an irrational anger at a man who would surely be waiting for himself.

† † † † †

'By the way, if we don't have any more business here, I think we should hurry back to the royal palace?

'Of course it is. Go home - you have to stop kidding me about Dee's execution.'

(WHY... WHY WHY WHY NAZE!!

'She' was trembling with enthusiasm as she 'looked' at 'a sight that should never have been possible'.

"The Princess of Petition" survives this predicament, too.

Even get important shards (pieces) to save the Red Rose and return to the Royal Palace.

Everything - the unlikely 'future', it was.

("The Princess" dies here, and "The Red Rose" leaves the backyard, desperate for his helpless self, leaving the country.... that's the 'future' that I 'saw' better. - Other than that, it can't be!

Now the kingdom is on board, the course of history. That is exactly the turbulence of doom, which will eventually bring 'ruin' to this country.

Avoid ruin, hope for a prosperous own country, and what's wrong.

It's not worth living, such as a fool who doesn't even know that.

The 'girlfriends' took a long time, carefully and unnoticed, twisting their hands and feeding them into the heart of the kingdom.

Weaken the innovators who were on track. Stack measures to increase the force of conservatives. - Let King Juke reign.

Finally, finally, we've come this far...... yet.

(All the time...... "Red Rose". Deanna Crester!!)

She did. Everything went crazy when she stood as a 'red rose' at the minute of 'Crestor' not involving the royal palace.

Stand at the head of the descendants of the fools, gathered in the backhouse. He crossed with conservatives in grandeur and strengthened their presence. Landrose's daughter lacks actors to hang out with Deanna Crester, and if you realize it, the Back Palace will have a stronger innovative color.

Stupidly enough, the king opened a place called the Garden Club to show off the rear palace that Deanna would divide, albeit exclusively for the families of the side rooms.

(Deanna Crester is our handicap.... should be eliminated, disturbed)

Deanna's fate was the same at that park tournament...

In the posterior palace, on a trip.

No matter how many times I directly targeted her life, she didn't die. Deanna, who is constantly protected by awesome operators as a prerequisite, has little chance of being able to kill in the first place. Don't miss a handful of gaps, desperately 'read' the 'time', and even if she really sets it up when she's alone, it gets in the way, like she plotted.

'If you can't kill me - let's hope you leave. From this stage, created by "Us"

That's how we put measures on top of measures and 'predicted' a definite 'future', in this battle.

... There couldn't be such things as' losing '.

The Crestors are powerful enemies. But they also have weaknesses.

Put your body above all else, first and foremost, they move her as a priority if Deanna is in danger of life. - Even if there's a 'pet princess' dying more than she is, yes.

If the family were to sacrifice their dear friend, the "Princess Pete", to save themselves. Deanna's heart was torn to pieces, and no matter how much she was begged by the royal palace, she would not continue to stand as a 'red rose'.

Kill the 'Petite Princess' and eliminate the 'Red Rose'. That was the true aim of the 'girlfriends'. It seems the Conservatives of the Royal Palace are seriously going to execute 'Red Rose', but they are really retarded if they think they can kill 'Crestor', who has been sinned innocent by such multiple strained traps.

Regardless of the conservative's congratulatory delusions, things were carrying, as the 'girlfriends' thought.

In The Feast of Stargazing, Deanna stood around trying to save Shayla, and eventually she couldn't move because of the poison.

While Deanna can't move, taking Shayla out of the rear palace, too.

It is also up to Deanna to direct the aim of the Crestor family towards the Conservatives of the Royal Palace.

All, all - as planned.

This' measure 'cannot fail. It was unusual for the' girlfriends', who were not usually on the table, and were actively involved during execution.

Earlier than expected, when the 'Crestors' notice the 'pawn' liaison, they provide the tools to proceed with the plan without having to face to face.

Both the poisoning and the kidnapping were prepared for mindfulness by putting up a 'junction' to keep out of the way.

Be so careful. To succeed, do your best.

(Yet... why!

The plan's liver, the murder of the 'Princess Pete', is frustrating!

(No... Truth is, I know)

I tried to kill Deanna, who was left alone in the worship of the Coming Festival, even then.

It was also with its mind and actions that it moved a situation that even the Crestors could not reach out to.

- Exactly now, too, I rushed to the crisis of the 'Princess Pete'.

(Always put the debacle in the pivotal part -)

Who are you?

"- Who are you to say that?

I trembled and my body trembled. A flushing operator who puts his shoulders in "Red Rose," a man who could see no more than that, even if he was competent.

- Kai, it was called, I haven't been able to take off the boy's range yet, he did.

"Finally, I captured him.... you, right? He interrupted my defense of Dee many times, annoying me."

Never to be seen, never to be noticed, beyond distance and obstacle.

"Cocksucker. Hey, I'm blind."

With that stretched arm, he was holding the 'nucleus' of 'her'.

(Stupid......!!

Unexpectedly, I get up from the chair I was sitting in. His location is still in front of the abandoned cabin where he was imprisoning "The Princess", while "Her" is on the edge of the peninsula far from it. Beyond that distance, directly enough to create the illusion that the voice can be heard right on the side...... no.

(In the first place... 'Nothing' humans, grabbing 'Nucleus' etc...!

"Hmm? Are you still thinking about that sweet thing?

Crawling. Something crawls in my spine. Thought circuits and so on are lost even when the "nucleus" is grasped. Even though I know it as knowledge, 'she' has never had such an experience before.

"You don't think 'Out of Common Sense' is just you guys, do you? This country certainly hasn't moved as you can see the 'power' of this hand though.... I'm thinking about being above people because I can interfere with 'time', so if you use your head for a second, you're going to miss something."

I heard a hallucination. Where the shapeless' nucleus' was gripped strongly, if you never heard a sound, you never felt pain,... you should.

(Ahhh... ahhh!

Hot, cold, hot, cold. The hallucinations of pain strike simultaneously. She couldn't even speak, and she wandered around.

(It's a lie......, this, this!

"I am. Like you guys, I look down at 'others' who are different from me, and I feel like I'm at a far height, and I treat humans as' pawns' without trying to get involved myself - I hate cowardly little people the most in the world."

(Aaaaaaaaaa!!

Coming up. I can tell by instinct.

- It's time for a change.

"From now on, if you're going to screw around the measures right behind you, you'll have to find out more about what 'is' in the enemy camp. Find out - you'll be chewed up by the 'lion' fangs, come when you're ready."

Yeah, but can't you do it anymore?

... The voices you hear, when you get here, are kind.

'She' at the end, I asked...

"You don't have a 'next'."

No mercy whatsoever, with the voice of the 'lion'.

- It was a dry sound, with its own 'nucleus' crushed.