The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

Give me that girl! Mary! "

"No! Madame!"

"In the maid's minute!"

A fiercely arguing voice. Footsteps that get really messy.

My cradle is shaken endlessly.

It's like a canoe in a storm.

Good evening. My name is Scarlet Ruby Noel Linkard.

I'm just starting my 109th life over.

From the beginning of the voyage, I'm riding on the reef of life.

Your mother's coming to kill me...

My mother and a maid named Mary are fighting over my cradle.

Mary desperately protects me from a mother who tries to harm me.

"Aren't you going to do something you can't take back because you're temporarily lost!!"

It would be courageous to speak up against your husband.

It seems that this Mary is quite a man of spirit.

If I were a queen, I'd give you a medal and reward you.

However, I am now a newborn with no dull eyes.

There is nothing to be given.

So for now, I'm going to send you my heartfelt cheers.

Come on, Mary!!

"Ohh! Aah! Aah!

For my glorious life!

Listen to the noise and protect me until someone comes running!!

Justice is bound to lead to heaven!

Deliver! This Thoughts!!

Heaven help Mary!!

"Yikes!!"

Mary's screams and whimpering echoed over the wall.

My cheer, perhaps counterproductive?

It seems that Mary has been pushed away by her mother because of my lack of cheer.

It seems that the support of the former rebellious queen did not please Heaven.

He was violently and violently put his hand on my back and tried to pull me away from the cradle.

It's your mother!!

Trying to lift up my body every time I wake up.

Hey, don't be rude! I haven't even held my neck yet!

Hahahaha, I have a rough breath and the feeling of my hair is on my forehead.

I felt a fierce carnivore opening (...) and (...).

"Even you... Without you..."

Hahaha, you're weaving a curse in your breath.

I'm scared!

I fought against the ugliness of the ladies.

This guy's serious!! He's gonna throw me on the floor and kill me!

I struggled desperately against the cradle.

When it comes to newborn babies, there is only a good amount of grip to hold onto the mother.

Only this grip was my lifeline now.

What irony is it that my mother is trying to kill me for my ability to grasp me.

"What is it, this kid...!!"

I'm clinging to the cradle like a beetle with a sharp leg.

If you slip, the cradle will be dragged by your mother.

When she realizes that she can't peel me off, she shouts her surprise at me as if she were squeezing between her teeth.

What the hell, if you ask this kid!

I'm just a scoundrel who's just started her 109th life!!

However, the evil of giving up is superb!!

"... no, don't cum!!"

Nooo! I'll let you go anyway ~!!

I'll beat this challenge and get my life!!

Don't lick your guts up to the Queen's throne!

Hearing this noise and praying desperately that reinforcements would come as soon as possible, I straightened my face, held the edge of the cradle, and kept fighting my mother.

"Ahhhh!! woo!! hoo!!"

At that time. My intestines contracted sharply because I forgot too much about myself.

BBBBBBBBB!!!

An incredible sound that could even be used as a letter was pulled out of my crotch.

My little body trembled and trembled.

It was a momentum beyond that of an adult.

The fart of a newborn is quite large. This is the fact that I will find out later. However, it was the only time I ever made such a loud fart. I'll do it for my honor.

"Ha!?"

He was surprised by the way he took a strange breath.

"... whoa! Ooh!" said the mother violently.

The strength of my biting fingers loosens.

Oops!! Mother is wriggling!!

You kept your mouth shut, and your hand got away from me.

Now, Mary! The enemy is scared! Take me back.

... no reaction.

Oh, Mary, are you fainting?

Am I in a state of life?

Shit, shit!!

While I was intoxicated by the victory, I stuck to the cradle again desperately.

"... ahahahaha!!"

All of a sudden, a burst of laughter sounded. It was a boy's voice. Probably.

I can only judge things with sound, because I can't open my sight yet.

I don't even know if she was here from the beginning or if she came in later.

... who are you?

A new character who suddenly broke in. I was paranoid.

"Buuuu!! I stuck to your cradle, and my teeth turned towards adults with my farts!! I was lucky to sneak into this mansion! I haven't seen anything like this in a long time!

The boy keeps laughing.

"It was awesome, it was fart! Auntie, I was totally scared!

And he's rude. I'm sorry, too.

"I've never seen such an interesting baby. My father forbids me to interfere with anything really outside the woods. I was going to bypass..."

The air seemed to have suddenly cooled down.

I felt the boy laughed when he went to school.

"I like you so much, I'll help you out."

My spine hurt.

The sound of his voice was certainly a boy before his vocal period, but the excitement that he could hear was added. I've heard it many times as a queen. This is the tone in which a soldier who has been at war talks indifferently about the battlefield. A voice backed by a definite experience of killing people. It is a narrative that makes it productive and engages in the task of silently destroying lives.

"When!? Back off! Shiro! Where are you!! Somebody!!"

My mother screamed.

Ah, this boy wasn't here before.

But I didn't even use that word when I was a queen.

"... I'm not a bastard."

After the boy grunted suddenly, the air burst.

"...!?"

The sound of dryness cut off the mother's voice as she tried to scream further.

Perhaps this boy cut his consciousness into his mother's pocket with a single blow.

The faint sound of carrying the fabric bag proved my imagination.

I'm sure the boy hugged the collapsed mother so that she wouldn't collide with the floor.

I trembled. I was blind and I was able to imagine things in detail because I had seen the same sight many times.

The one who kicked my SS so many times.

The name of fear rises from the bottom of my memory.

"I'm not a bastard. Brad Stoker is a fine name for me, too."

Brad Stoker!!!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

I screamed as loudly as I could.

Why are you here!?

The fear of pushing me was not comparable to when my mother attacked me.

Slaughter! Strangle! Poison! And more! 17 times!

All memories of the massacre flashed back.

108 repetitions of my villain life.

Among them, as one of the five warriors, the man who gave me 17 deaths stood before me.