The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!! (WN)

Well, I somehow understood the motives for the crime, including the kidnapping committed by the Colors Collector.

I sympathize with Viscount Hilson in his past, and I don't know how he wanted to help his wife.

And let's also understand your desire to help the then king's son.

But it doesn't taste good.

The misfortunes and annoyances that come down to others are too great.

Why should someone irrelevant lose their life for your loved ones? I'll kick your ass.

"Dear Chris. I don't mind feeling sorry for the King's work at the time or sympathizing with Viscount Hilson, but I've already come to a point where his work is unacceptable. Can you let me down later and tell me where he's going?

"... yeah. Right... his destination... is his workplace... where Mrs. Hilson's barrel is hidden..."

Viscount Hilson, hiding Mr. Lindsay's barrel at work is a challenge.

Uh. Viscount Hilson's workplace... workplace.

What's Viscount Hilson's job?

I remember you saying you're a Viscount, but what do you do?

I think you told me that before, Ursh, but I can't remember.

"Mr. Ursh, what was Viscount Hilson doing at work?

To my question, Ursh, you smile and answer.

"He's a royal clerk."

"Oh. A royal palace clerk or... a royal palace clerk?!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

When I say a royal palace clerk, the place of work is... yeah. It's a royal palace, isn't it?

"Is there a barrel in the royal palace with Mr. Lindsay?!

To my dismay, Ursh, you nod as if you were nothing.

"Yeah, that's right. In the first place, Viscount Hilson put his wife in the 'prison of the soul' when she was locked in the royal palace, and no. It may be difficult to strip the barrels on top of the magic formations with every floor the magic formations paint and carry them far away. Even if you have a [closet] like Isabella, it's a delicate thing to decide if you can store it."

When I hear that, and I get up in a hurry, I yell at you, Ursh.

"Oh no, Mr. Ursh!! I just sent Brian and Geese to the royal palace where the Knights are!! Might bowl together in the royal palace!!

Before I finish, I rush to the royal palace.

Well, where the Geese and the Viscounts bowled together, the Viscount, who got the anti-soul necklace, would rush to his wife without even shaking his eyes, but he never crossed to rush to the royal palace.

The most important thing is to say that the Kingsguard knights guarding the Royal Palace and the slightly runaway Viscount must be reached before they can enter into battle.

The Kingsguard knights are strong enough to protect the royal palace. Especially my brother Dimon.

So, if the Kingsguard knight accidentally defeats the Viscount, the Viscount moves to the next body, causing trouble.

Running to the central district of the royal palace, the night dawns and the sky gradually turns white.

Yeah, there was too much stuff going on over the night.

Paul, who dressed as a woman yesterday evening, and I were investigating the decoy, as it used to be.

I haven't finished anything yet.

The Central District, which was finally visible, was searching for the rest of the undead with some of the knights, gendarmes and adventurers remaining, although the noise of the late night was quiet as a lie.

Residents who are still awake and eager to see what's going on out there are also chills.

Some time after entering the Central District, Ursh caught up with a ride like you grew dragonfly feathers on your kickboard.

"Looks like the undead noise ended yesterday. Because the undead that was knocked down all over the city hasn't rolled. Ah, I wonder if Isabella's purifying magic has worked?

"More than that, Ursh, you're on. What's that?! You're floating in the universe, right?!

Ursh, you answer my question looking down at something like a kickboard.

"Oh, here? Because with my strength and speed, I can't keep up with Isabella. I tried to create a vehicle for travel."

To be perfectly clear, that's awesome, Mr. Ursh.

He's faster than the full speed of the military horse when he chased me, and most importantly, he's flying.

The obstacle also rises and avoids without difficulty. It's more like a near-future SF than a fantasy anymore.

I look back and see if Alice and the others are on the same thing, but I can't see them.

"What about Alice and Lady Chris?

"I've only created one of these. Oh, I'll be riding my horse later."

Whoa. Did you leave it?

Unexpectedly looking far away, the explosion rose far ahead, from the diagonal forward direction.

When I do my gaze in the direction of the sound immediately, the rubble is flying and the earthen smoke is up whether the building blew up with an explosion or something.

"Are you kidding me, Alice?!

"... that's not it. There's no way he could be in front of us on a horse."

So, what happened?

Residents started coming out of the windows and out of the building at the explosion.

As he continued to run toward the royal palace, he looked up at the soot smoke, and from the gap between the building and the soot smoke, he saw something like a blue and black fireworks.

At that moment, louder explosions and earthquakes than just happened, and a blast strikes from the gap between the building and the building momentarily later.

Protect your face with your arms and narrow your eyes, passing through the flying stone debris.

Pebbles get into your eyes, and sand and dust make your mouth a razor.

Then suddenly the blast subsided, so when I looked up, Ursh, you were putting up a defensive wall around us.

"I'm sorry, Isabella. I was a little overflown and delayed putting up a defensive wall."

"Yeah. What a defensive wall I was putting out of my mind. Thanks."

Ursh, I see the direction of the explosion from within the defensive wall you put up for me.

Residents are jumping out of nearby buildings, rushing away from the direction of the explosion, and knights and adventurers are heading towards the direction of the explosion against the waves of those fleeing.

"What do we do, Isabella? Heading to the royal palace? Or."

"We're heading in the direction of the explosion. I saw it in the game like the blue and black fireworks."

It's crowded with runaways and rushing people, so when you think about how you're going to proceed, Ursh, you're going to pull me up on the kickboard.

Keep it up and keep the two of us rolling out our defensive walls.

At the same time as I saw the streets where the explosion was taking place, I was able to clearly look down at things like the blue and black fireworks that burst again.

Colors Collector's, like a barrage of livestock shooting games.

Maybe that's what it would look like if I lived that up.

It feels like a disastrous large launch fireworks spreading around me.

You whine as you look down at it.

"... that kind of widespread attack magic, when people come too close to each other and it's a mix-up, on the contrary, it's dangerous. Oh, people who don't know what's going on rush in the direction of the explosion."

Indeed.

Is the best thing to do is snipe from afar?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Mr. Ursh, how do you do the right thing, defeating the Prohibitionist the Viscount did?

"It's not flesh, it's just defeating the soul... I don't even know how to do that. I have to purify magic because it's not like ghost demons. I can't physically attack you because you're a soul, and no. I don't even know the magic of attacking my soul."

What am I supposed to do? It's...