The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

"Maiden of Death" is the existence of a legend told and conveyed by the forest people.

She said she looked like a beautiful girl. But he wears a blood-stained corpse coat and has a big sickle in his hand that doesn't look good on his luxurious body. And he says the tentacles and tails show up on a giant pink black horse in silver.

I'm not a living person. A girl who died a long time ago and continues to wander without sleeping in peace.

Everything that his hand touches dies. A cursed maiden, imprisoned in death herself for revenge.

It will be about two thousand years old because it was when the ancient Astra Empire hadn't printed the land yet.

She was born as the youngest son of a prestigious luxury family, who took possession of part of what is now the North Capital. He quickly grew up to be a kind girl with an honest father and a kind mother, a close brother and sister.

She was beautiful too, but my sister was even more beautiful. The beauty was famous in the neighborhood and the application for marriage did not turn down later.

Shooting that sister was the legacy of another luxury family that was expanding in the land at the time. Not only was he a good looking young man, but he was an ambitious man, capturing and obsessing his sister's heart with verbal skill. The father, knowing the depth of the young man's clan, reluctantly, lost his sister's eagerness and admitted to having his daughter daughter-in-law.

That, wedding night.

The bridegroom's clan took the territory by killing all the bridesmaids' clans.

To celebrate the wedding, the family of brides were gathered in sunny clothes. After cupping at the feast, he talked a lot to the bridegroom's family, and by nightfall he was still asleep. Late at night, the family of bridegroom took out the weapon they had hidden and attacked their sleep. There wasn't a single clump.

Even the beautiful bride said that after an overnight contract, she was slaughtered for nothing if she got the territory.

The maiden died with the clan. But with so much sadness, I couldn't die. He refused the God of Death, who tried to go to the Underworld, and sought vengeance in order to clear up all the carelessness of the clan.

said the God of Death. If you refuse to come to the Underworld, be mine in this world. If you accept, try to fulfill your wishes.

The maiden nodded to the words. And everything I touch was breathless, "Maiden of Death".

"… she has mowed the lives of all the rival clans with the sickle in her hand, and has avenged you. But then again, the people of the forest tell us that they remain trapped in death and continue to wander forever as the living dead."

"It's a sad story."

Well, Ekaterina sighed.

"Maiden of Death," in previous life, was like an anthropomorphism of pesto. I've read in some book that a folklore in Eastern Europe tells of a story about a woman in a white dress with a blood-dyed handkerchief waving a handkerchief at the entrance to a village, where pesto spreads to the village and people die of butterflies.

But in this world, it feels like 'Maiden of Death' was not some anthropomorphism, but a real person.

"You say what I see is that 'maiden of death'?

"Let's think of it as absurd. But Aurora, my wife and daughter, met the maiden of death at an early age."

That's when the Aurora showed up.

"I've got an evening shift. It's not a big deal, go ahead."

If you noticed, the yang was completely twilight.

There is fluttering white bead worm light everywhere in the dwelling area surrounded by night and darkness. It's like a chavon ball of light.

When Aurora led me to a very large tent even in my residence, there was a very low and long tree table lined with hearty evenings. It smells a little spicy, appetizing.

Among the tents, a few white beadworms, each caged, glowed gently.

Sounds a bit like indirect lighting from a previous life, sounds stylish.

There was no chair and he was advised to sit on a cushion. In the Empire there is no culture to sit on the floor, and Forlì worried that he might not like it, but thanks to the memory of last life Japan, it is batched.

Dishes are mostly made of wood. However, the wooden plates and vessels are elegantly shaped, with elaborate sculptures and a more artistic impression than rustic. Spoons and forks are also made of wood, but this also spills over into elaborate workmanship. And all over the table, deliciously decorated with flowers.

"It's lovely. The people of the woods have a great aesthetic sense, don't they? I wonder if you would be happy to use these dishes for your guests at the Duke's Garden Party."

"It's a pleasure to say. From the lady's point of view, it must be something strange, your heart is wide open."

No, it's really nice. It has the advantage of being lighter than pottery, and I would seriously like to introduce it to a standing party. At the glass workshop in Royal Capital, the Murano workshop, we are pioneering sales destinations to sell glass glasses and plates, but if this atmosphere, we can sell them to the same sales layer or something......

Why don't you, don't be colorful with yourself that you invited me to.

But later, let's ask him if he's interested in earning cash.

The food is focused on mountain vegetables. I am excited about the many ingredients I eat for the first time.

I tried the soup with bear meat roughly to see if it smelled, but the herbs worked and the aroma was delicious. It's a bit sour and has a tingling flavor. Bear meat still tastes wild, but to the extent that it seems flavorful thanks to herbs, it tastes queasy.

And the soup had turnips in it. Sweet and delicious.... Yeah, you're not a turnip...

Don't think about yourself! Everyone I've ever eaten is life, too!

Thanks for the vegetables! Thanks Bear! Thanks for all the life I've eaten! I'll have it!

Other diverse fruits include nutty, brown-like, more like baked bread (instead of flour, they work out powder that grinds a certain nut and grill it with nuts on it), something grilled with a bit of bitter tree buds and mushrooms, some bulb root with a hazy texture, and something similar to tiny peaches and raspberries and blueberries and acne.

Ekaterina was delicious, also helping with the rarity. It is also a pleasure to dine in the tent of the forest people, which is different from the luxurious dining room of the Duke's residence.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

"It's really delicious. Mina fit your mouth?

"I'll eat anything."

Mina is dining with us next to Ekaterina because the forest people say they will serve. I will do the lady's service, I insisted, but Ekaterina pulled me next to her and made me sit down. It may be difficult to do escort work if we're dining together, but the six knights are present, and there's Forlì, so you shouldn't have to worry about safety. Mina in constant working condition, I want her to turn off work mode once in a while.

It should also be noted that the customer was treated properly and eating at the same table even though he was frightened. For the forest people, the difference in identity may be something out of the woods, something they don't understand very well. As a former commoner, I appreciate it because I don't have to be distracted.

By the way, Reginas, the hounds were getting big bones outside the tent and clung to the burrs.

Aurora nodded when she asked about "The Maiden of Death" as she jeopardized what it would be like to talk about it during the meal.

"Yes, I have met as a child. I still believe that it was the Maiden of Death."

It was when Aurora, who was a child, met The Maiden of Death when she lost her way.

I went to pick mushrooms, got obsessed, and when I realized, the yang was completely inclined, but I didn't know where I was.

Aurora cried unexpectedly because she knew it was too dangerous, such as having a child spend the night alone in this forest.

Then there was a gentle voice.

"What's wrong?"

When I look at those who sound surprised, a strange girl stands. A long blonde received a sunset and was shimmering.

What a beautiful sister.

Sleek and luxurious, colorful as soaking, with a slightly lonely face, but a clear and elegant beauty. When I was a year, would I be about fifteen or six years old?

Relieved that she was no longer alone, Aurora complained that she was lost while being seen as falling in love with the beauty of the girl.

Then the girl smiled.

"You're the son of the forest people. Fine, I'll send you to your clan. Just never, ever touch me. '

Aurora realized for the first time at this time that the girl had a giant sickle in her hand, and she fluttered. The Maiden of Death was heard by adults.

The people of the woods say they are cursed by The Maiden of Death.

The clan of enemies, who deceived and deceived the clan of maidens, perished, but those with slight fringes survived and fled into the woods in fear of the wrath of maidens. The people of the woods are their descendants.

But if I can't get back to everyone before dark, I'm sure the Warcraft will eat me.

So I followed the girl, scared shitless.

I stared, but I just looked like a beautiful girl.

But it's strange to have a sister like this who doesn't know. White simple dress looks dirty. "Maiden of Death" should be wearing bloodstained clothes. And hold it in your hand, a big sickle that seems to be able to mow people's necks as well. Even though he is such a luxurious arm, he walks away feeling weightless and so on.

What if you look nice, but the truth is, you're going to kill us all?

The place of residence where I lived around that time was quickly found. The girl looks back and points at you.

"Go."

'... what about your sister?

The girl just smiles. Will I spend time alone in the woods where the Warcraft hits?

That's when, beside the girl, a giant horse appeared. The horse's body is pitch black, the tenderness and tail are silver, and the color of his eyes is also silver, so cold and glowing that he doesn't think of it as a horse. The horse itself that "Maiden of Death" rides.

"Maiden of Death" after all?

But you helped me.

When I thought of it, Aurora offered a cage full of mushrooms.

"Thank you. I'll give you this."

"No, it's okay."

With the girl waving her head, Aurora threw a mushroom in the cage. The mushroom hits the girl who tried to avoid it.

Then the miserable mushrooms transformed as I looked at them. I drowned nagging and black - I lost my life, and I died.

I knew it was "Maiden of Death"!

Aurora screamed and fled to her place of residence at first sight.

"It was more than fifty years ago, but I still remember clearly"

With that word tied, Aurora sighed softly.

"You don't sound horrible when Aurora talks about the Maiden of Death."

As Ekaterina said, Aurora looked out and smiled.

"Really? When I was a child, I thought horribly and proudly that I had encountered The Maiden of Death. If it was then, I would have told you more horribly about her.

But over time, when I remembered every single word of her, I just started to think that she was just being nice to me.

That time, I did something wrong. I've been terribly rude to someone who's been nice to me for getting lost. I want to see her again someday and apologize for that time, but I'll never see her again. "