The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

"... what a vulgar kid! Don't let go of my daughter!!"

Mary jumps boldly. Probably...

You're a kid, aren't you?

Brad gently dodges it while holding me in one hand.... I think so.

"... oh!!"

The sound of your head slamming.

Mary snapped her forehead against the wall. I don't know...

"Hey, how you doing?"

"Fufu, I'll do it. Dodging my tackle, still fighting back, and showing my enemies a measure of awareness."

"No, I didn't put out my hand. I guess you just slipped your legs on your own... or did you just fall on your buttocks?"

"!? Kyaaaah!? Ma'am!? I'm sorry!!"

Mother Stunned by Brad.

I realize that I'm on top of it, and I expect Mary... to rush again.

Fuaaaaaaa!! Frustration accumulates!!

And what is it? Ahh! This sticky development is!!

And Mary, my saviour's maid, was more unfortunate than I thought!!

Because I'm a newborn, I haven't opened my sight.

Really, the darkness on one side!!

We have to rely on sound to regenerate the situation in the brain.

That's why I don't know this, it's a sloppy sentence.

It's inconvenient to be blind!

Damn it... I don't feel like he's gonna pop out in this stuffy scene.

I feel like a strange fish swimming in a cloudy swamp.

You won't be anxious, but you won't.

Oh, excuse me.

Good day, everyone.

This is Scarlet Ruby Noel Ringguard, a scoundrel who has been killed 108 times in her life.

There are more heroine warriors in this world than I would call a villain warrior.

People are fascinated by that smile, and for her sake, they will spare no effort to cooperate wholeheartedly.

She herself smiled and said nothing, yet people acted as her expositors.

Besides, as you tremble and tremble at the joy of service,

... wow, creepy.

Ah, people are limited to men. He hated homosexuals so much.

She was the super other heroin who smiled and the men around her thought about their intentions and took care of everything.

It was completely incompatible with me, who was the only one in heaven and below.

He didn't make any effort, just tears, smiles and love, and the world's rough waves.

I'm hungry.

That's why abilities are better inside.

Compared to those who scraped the throne when I succeeded to it, it was the moon and the moon.

Inside my head is the flower garden.

What you do with emotional priority is commonplace.

"Poor..." and "Ehh."

Poor thing is the guys you dance with.

And the contents of your head.

No conviction, no genius.

There is nothing good except beauty.

... and yet, angrily enough, the greatest enemy of my life was definitely her.

With him at its core, the rebels will rise against me.

Behind the five brave men who killed me, she must have been hiding.

All 108 times in my life.

"Guys, why do you hurt so much? I'm not one of them. Let's stop fighting and get hands on each other. I'm sure there's someone else who's really bad."

"" "The main culprit is Scarlet!! We're not going to war!! Defeat the evil queen!!!" "

"" Oooh!! "" For some reason, it all comes together. Jesus Christ.

You know, I didn't like it so much that I was oppressive.

I was desperate to strengthen my army so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed by foreign countries.

Hate it or not, I loved this country.

Without flower gardens like yours, I wouldn't be a dictator.

Lazy birds who don't try to fly don't even notice the prey swirling over their heads.

I've only seen it at my feet, and I don't know if you could imagine it, but it was an instant situation like invading another country at any time.

... maybe Hydrangea has been destroyed since I was killed.

Traditional townships and cultures were ravaged, and the people who caused the coup were killed or enslaved.

The foreign state that was targeting Hydrangea was merciless to the occupied enemy people.

As ruthless as I am to pull the strings.

But maybe she was all right.

He was lucky enough to make a deal with the Magic Realm, so he might have slipped into the heart of the new nation.

While mourning the deaths of the comrades.

Well, it doesn't matter what happened after I died...

Oh, I'm sorry about the derailment.

From here on, I'm going to reconstruct and talk about what Brad and Mary taught me at the time. Because there are too many parts that I can't describe at this time of hearing dependence.

Now, reproduce the drama, go!!

"Did you... did you touch your wife?"

Mary bites her lips.

No, no, no, Mr. Mary. Your mother was on the floor all the time while you were playing with Brad.

If you get a little too obsessed, you'll lose sight of your surroundings. Are you a rushing pig? Well, that's why you tried to protect me against my husband's mother.

"I'm sorry to hear that. If I hadn't come in to help, this guy would have been killed by my aunt. I was wondering if you told me."

Blood sighs.

This is me. But I didn't mean to offend you.

Mary relaxes her vigilance slightly to the vibrant atmosphere.

You must have remembered the Shura Hall just before you fainted.

"Sorry about that. Thank you for helping your daughter."

A polite thank you, Mary. This man suffers from an understanding of whether he's capable or incompetent...

"But that doesn't mean you can't miss working for your wife..."

"No, if I hadn't stopped, she'd be dead too."

Brad talks lightly about the fact of shock.

"That aunt has a weak heart. I was getting too excited, and I was about to catch my heart. I fainted because it was dangerous."

I opened my eyes to surprise.

... I don't see anything.

"Me. I can see the blood flow. It's true."

Blood turns his eyes like a prank.

I know. Brad is not lying.

"Outsiders" are familiar with the flow of human blood, rupturing blood vessels and killing others.

The knowledge of the assassination was excellent and could be applied to medicine.

I took a breath.

I felt my chest tightened.

I realized.

Perhaps your mother was destined to die here.

Brad was right, trying to kill me, getting too excited and causing heart failure.

In all 108 times of my life, my mother died shortly after my birth.

Normally, it would be puerperal fever or something, but all those who knew about the cause of death at that time muddled their words and made clear their words. So did your father.

If you tried to kill me, died suddenly of heart disease, I can understand why they kept their mouths shut all the time.

I couldn't bear to tell my daughter such a tragic fact.

But this time in my life, I wasn't the baby I would have been.

Blood, who was supposed to have been a bystander, intervened by desperately trying not to kill me.

It kept my mother alive, who was destined to die, trying to kill my daughter.

And that Brad, the assassin who put me in his hands many times.

Ironic fate made a sound every time, and finally began to roll after 108 times of my life.