The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

The mansion can hear the moans of the dead.

People gossip about it.

The mansion was made of debtors' flesh and bones, which drove them to suicide on loan.

Countless resentful eyes stare at the Mansion from all around the wind trees.

Sometimes the cobblestones are black and wet because the tears of the people who were driven to suicide gushed out of the ground.

People didn't actually see the dead.

Yet such rumors persisted because, despite all that outrage, there were so many people who felt painfully and irrationally that the family was still flourishing, and could not be convinced without one or two ghost stories.

The name of the family that people hate so much is House Sherlock.

It is the home of the largest Chamber of Commerce in the country, the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce.

"Why, the abortion pills are down!! It's poisonous! I should have kept it under strict control! Answer me, Aniki!!"

It was Ethel Reed, the second son of the Sherlock family, who jumped into the guest room in exchange for blood.

It is the only conscience in the house of the wicked Sherlock.

Consequently, there are often conflicts of opinion with other relatives.

Instead of a private room, the guest house is filled with the oldest son, Dexter, and his oldest daughter, Ambrosine, who were relaxing. Because only the main house of the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce has the keys to the theater.

The Sherlock Chamber of Commerce originated as a bartender. Dead merchants who serve in the army and trade weapons and supplies with the army.

It also deals with poisons.

Since the present era of congregation, I have flourished into a larger chamber of commerce, which lends money to noble opponents.

Its influence extends not only to Hydrangea itself, but also to other countries.

"Don't make a scene. None of the three sons of the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce are upset about this. Shame on you."

Proudly and impudently, the eldest son Dexter.

"From my mistress to my real wife, I used it as a sign of approaching. Is there a problem?

Ambrosine, the eldest daughter, smiles with her nose.

"Again!" "Just!"

All of a sudden, the wind blows.

That's how they killed me and us. It's poison.

"They always tread on their lives like that."

Raise the voice of the Grieving Spirit and whistle at the room.

Ambrosine holds down her hair disturbed by the traffic.

Suddenly the wind flows in this mansion.

Everyone thinks it's a gap because of the old mansion.

"My mistress? What is your sister saying?"

The confused third son, the second son, Esseleed.

The two wicked brothers and sisters glanced at this second son of a good man in pity.

"Ambrosine became the Duke of Red, or Duke of Wilhelm's mistress. Since yesterday. We are now the family of the Red Duke."

"Ha!?"

In the words of his eldest son, Dexter, the second son, Ethel Reed, dazed. My eyes are black and white because I don't understand the meaning of words. Ambrosine, the eldest daughter, scratches her loose hair and smiles brightly.

You can call me concubine now. All I lack is my identity. I'll take my wife's seat anyway. The important thing now is to stand next to the Duke. There is no man like me. "

I was confident enough.

Ambrosine's ego was fattened to ugliness in an environment where she had everything she wanted with the power of gold. Not to mention the scoundrel lady.

"Fufu, well, I'll get the title with gold one day. I wonder how many aristocrats we owe to the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce. Houses without debt repayment are compelled to help us win the throne. A nobleman who can't give back his money can be of considerable use. The power of gold is great."

Dexter, the oldest son to laugh.

He is also a chunk of ego like Ambrosine.

I overbelieve in the power of gold and get drunk on it. I mistake it for my greatness.

"If the Sherlock family holds the throne, marrying the Duke is no longer a noble marriage. That way..."

You can smile so loudly.

"The Duke and my son will eventually succeed the official Duke. That's why."

Ambrosine smiles like a glimpse.

Put on a flashy costume for nothing from daytime and hide your mouth with a thick, colorful Western fan. But I don't hide that lowly nature. Although she is a glamorous beauty, she seems to be a prominent color poison worm.

If a nobleman and a civilian marry, the child has no right of succession to the throne.

You can't be a nobleman with a civilian child.

But even if it's a retreat, if the civilian's house is noble, it's not.

"Fufu, that's right. We, the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce, intersect with the blood of the heroic Red Duke and become nobles among the nobles. The day will soon come when we will reign over noble civilians with the power of gold and blood."

Proudly, Dexter. Rather than ambition, it's the guts of the monkey boss who wants to be on top of everything.

The way you stand up is sophisticated, but you can't hide it from your eyes.

Aristocrats!

Your blood is inferior to Dob's sewage.

"If you get close, even the rats will scream and jump away!"

The wind shouted at the groan of the Grieving Spirit and danced several documents in the room.

"Sherlock succeeded the Duke!? Are you both crazy? The Duke of Wilhelm is a loving wife. Besides, she's pregnant!? In the first place, the Duke is secretly on his way to the neighboring country two months ago. Yesterday, my sister was a mistress!? How can I be a mistress of a person who is not in this country!?"

Esseleed, the second son of a common sense man, doubted his brother's and sister's sanity.

The Sherlock Chamber of Commerce has a broad information network.

You can know the truth without following the rumors.

I was able to find out the truth about the Duke's secret destiny, which lay face to face with the people.

Dexter and Ambrosine's argument is nothing but delusional and possessive nonsense.

But the eldest son and eldest daughter, who inherited the blood of the Sherlock family, were better than the poisonous mum.

"You're pregnant? If you're ready, you can flush it. That solves everything."

"I don't know..."

Esseleed breathes.

When I first entered the room, Ambrosine said words that I could not connect to because I didn't know exactly what my mistress or wife meant. Understand it correctly and tremble with patience.

"That's why you said that from the beginning. She used the abortion pill as a present for her real wife..."

"Stupid..."

Ambrosine laughed with a smile, as if she had made a fool of her blueish and wobbly brother.

"There must have been something in the kitchen where my daughter was struggling with her illness and her medication bill. That's the guy you were close to. The only medicine that can treat his daughter's illness is the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce. I refused at first, but when I put my daughter on my shield, it broke lightly. He will soon be re-employed in the kitchen of the Duke's residence. To sneak a gift (...) from Ambrosine to Madame (...) and season it in Madame's food."

Robert! Oh my God...! "

To the two demons, Esseleed lost his word.

Dexter had a hunch that he had chosen Robert as his best friend.

Dexter's mockery was evidence of that.

Bewildered by Dexter and Ambrosine, Robert was a man who was proud to live with integrity after his wife gave him up and his only daughter fell ill. Esseleed, who was gracious, could feel how distressed he was and how he felt as if he had been at the suggestion of the devil or seen it on the spot.

"Poor honest Robert...!"

Esseleed groaned with her head.

"Killed! When you're done, the man will be killed too!"

Like us! Like us!

"My daughter will be killed!"

Like us! Like us!

The wind is noisy. The ghosts groaned. The window opened by itself.

Dexter couldn't help but close the window with one hand.

"That abortion pill is really good. A small amount is not readily detected. It also has the effect of drugs and erodes the mind of the user."

"... we'll all be killed by the Duke! The Duke is trying to hide in Mrs. O'Brien's realm until she retires in the middle for her! That's the secret I got under those conditions! You know my brothers! And yet, you think you can name your mistress on your own, brutalize her, and just do it!

Esseleed shouted, forgetting himself.

I was close to screaming.

I was trembling with fear.

I'm not out of my mind.

They believed in the power of gold and thought they were losing their normal judgment.

The Duke of Wilhelm is not a man who falls with the power of gold.

There's no way a man like that kicks his seat in the middle.

And the Duke is not just a lover of his wife's house.

I will not tolerate the hostile forces.

You don't have to set yourself up, but you mercilessly retaliate against the person who did it.

A drunk who persisted in the Duke when he was young was stuck with his sword tip in his mouth, which he smiled with a big mouth open, and sewn to the door panel through the back of his neck.

A political opponent who tried to relentlessly trample the Duke with his shady hands was discovered as a dead body trampled by a horse.

"I'm sure the Duke won't forgive them!" "Take our vengeance!" "Clear your carelessness!"

"Kill the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce!" Cut! Cut! "

The wind bursts through the window. The ghosts were angry.

"... don't make a scene, Ethel Reed. What if I hear a conversation outside?"

"Dad..."

It was Desmond who came into the room to form the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce.

He looked like a warlord.

His face is covered in wounds because he was once captured and tortured by pirates.

"I didn't go on talking on my own. I'll keep it to myself. With the Duke's father, Marquis Bigod. On condition that I cancel my debt, I replied to this suggestion."

The desk and Ambrosine looked at each other and smiled.

"So Ambrosine is the Duke's father's invisible mistress. The Duke is supposed to be staying in this Sherlock Mansion, not in a neighboring country. It was the Marquises who suggested it. The Marquises hated the Duchess a lot."

"Again! Can't you try Sherlock again?

"With the power of gold, people are trampled!"

"Somebody kill them!"

Grieving spirits cry out in despair.

The wind that was rushing around the room made a sad sound and became smaller.

"That kind of crispy...! Always this guy...!"

Esseleed clawed her teeth.

"Now, I have to say hello to my real wife, who grew up in the mountains. I am your husband's concubine. Milord has been at my house for a long time, so I will take care of the communication. Let's get along. Wear luxurious jewelry and costumes that she has never seen before."

Esseleed thought her graceful sister was ugly.

And I was ashamed of Sherlock's bloodline flowing through my body from the bottom of my heart.

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The Duke's parents, the Marquises of Baygod, are famous for their squandering.

And dirty.

The humanity of the Marquis de Baygod is evident in the episode of devolution of territory and title to his son, the Duke.

Originally, his father, the Marquis of Baygod, had two territories.

Poor Wilhelm territory with marquises.

A rich Baygod collar with a count rank.

His father, Marquis Bigod, had previously named the higher-ranking Marquis of Wilhelm.

And he devoured and vandalized his home Wilhelm territory.

He cut off land everywhere and sold off a lot of forest rights.

A high tax was imposed, creating a large number of fugitives. Flood control was neglected, and street maintenance was abandoned.

And it became difficult to keep it decent, so I made Wilhelm territory like the one I had left behind, as much as I could spill, and gave it to my son with the Marquis. Push your son with every voice of grievance from the people.

Then he picked up the furniture in the mansion and moved to another territory, the rich Baygod territory.

And his father was to name Count Bigod.

It was the title that fell, but I gave nothing tasty to my son.

Nevertheless, I took an attitude in which I was thankful for ceding the higher title to my son.

Absolutely a scum.

His son was given the title of Marquis.

This spacious mansion has only been rubbish and rooted in condiments.

It was a territory full of dying holes, a territory full of dissatisfaction that didn't know when it would erupt.

Worst-case scenario.

He will henceforth be named Marquis Wilhelm.

Eventually, the Marquis of Wilhelm, who succeeded his father's title, was elevated to the throne by merit.

The birth of the "Duke of Red".

The Kingdom of Hydrangea had no land to share at the time, and the Royal Family itself was quite poor.

I couldn't afford to be rewarded for my combat skills. Then he tried to marry the princess, but his son, the Marquis of Wilhelm, refused in vain.

The troubled Hydrangean royal family and parliament struggled to upgrade the Marquis of Wilhelm to Duke. This is another terrible story. Even the bounty didn't bother me.

And they were so distracted that the title of their father, who had become Count Baygod, was also raised.

It's an extra notion at all.

And my son, the Duke of Wilhelm.

The current relationship, the Marquis of Baygod, the father, was established.

The waste habits of the Marquises of Baygod became worse after they returned to the Marquis.

Even the rich Baygod territory was no longer covered, and they finally became indebted to the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce. Not even knowing that the Shilok Chamber of Commerce was aiming for the opportunity.

Eventually, the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce made a deal with his father, the Marquis of Baygod, who lost his neck in debt. I want you to recognize Ambrosine, Sherlock's eldest daughter, as the mistress of his son, the Duke of Wilhelm. Instead, the Marquis de Baigod's debts are written off. And we're going to continue to help with the money for free.

Needless to say, the hardworking Marquises of Baygod jumped with great joy.

The Marquises of Baygod were full of sea chicks, but for Desmond leaders who used the true number of masterminds, they were just a little boy.

Thus, a mistress contract was signed with the Sherlock family while the Duke of Wilhelm was on a secret mission in a neighboring country. It's about weakness, but it's not something that gets caught up in. Couples who hated their son's wife were happy to join this vile conspiracy, even feeling evil joy.

Neglect of etiquette and social rules, growing up in the mountains with no money, Ambrosine seemed to be better educated than her son's wife, with her financial strength at her back.

Although a civilian, it is only a matter of time before the Sherlock family reaches the throne. It would be worthless to have the lowest baron rank and a poor daughter-in-law's home. That's what I thought.

And when they met for the first time, they cursed the barbarians with their daughter-in-law, who brought the beast of the mountain, and showed them the skill of the bow and arrow. I was furious with the countrymen who didn't even know the words of the social world.

If they had become Hydrangean heroes, they would have hoped that they would find a wonderful bride to give them wealth and honor. The mistaken anger was all directed at the wife.

The son's wife was badly hurt by the ruthless attitude of her stepfather and mother, who had hoped to welcome her as warmly as the son's Duke. Growing up in the mountains, she was not accustomed to human malice. Still, if I had a bow and arrow and got used to the rules of the social world, my stepmother would have accepted me, too, I believed. She was too good.

The Duke tried to stop it. He knew the malice of the upper classes. I knew the result. I apologized for my parents' attitude and apologized for my disappearance. After that, I didn't have to show my face in the social world, so I shouted so strongly.

That drove my wife into excess. I appeared in the social world with such chest pain that my husband seemed to be disturbing me. While his husband was away on official business, the Marquises invited him.

My wife rejoiced innocently. My stepmother admitted that I was studying socially and gave me a chance to recover my honor. Everything was a trap for my stepfather and mother.

... the results were terrible. Cover your eyes.

The social world was not sweet enough to manage with a baked blade.

Besides, the Baygods took the initiative and smiled at their daughter-in-law. The lack of manners, the poor dance, the poor understanding of painting, music and art may be what it is. And I shouted how unhappy they were who were forced on their daughter-in-law. It stirred up. The ladies cried out their sympathy and looked carelessly at their daughter-in-law with contempt. Every time my daughter-in-law pitched, there was mockery everywhere.

At first, the bride who was pasting a love smile eventually turned pale, sweating and trembling. Even that pathetic chased down became a prey to the ladies' outfits. People show their cruelty only when they are in a flock.

"Look at that. I wonder what an interesting sight you're going to show me this time."

I don't want to make fun of you today at all.

"I'd like to tell your friends this interesting Duchess story as soon as possible."

"I wonder if the title of the story is to turn into a mountain beast, the Duchess, and intrude into the social world."

"Speaking of which, it smells like mountains."

"There's no bathing habit."

"That disgraceful dress. If you're my dog, I'd like to show you how to dress."

"The animals may have the same morale. Oops, it was rude of your dog to be with you."

"The Duchess seems thirsty. Enjoy your wine."

"Bread from me."

Would you like some soup? Would you be able to put it in your mouth without having to use your hands? "

Numerous edible sashimi that can be bathed one after the other by the daughter-in-law. A thorny conversation.

No, no, I'm fine.

Even if the Marquises of Baygod and his associates were the chosen Lok De Nasi, this evening party was terrible enough to be long passed down to the parlor maids. For more than two hours, he wanted to put a heavy fire on one of his daughter-in-law.

"You guys!! What are you doing!!"

They were gracefully enjoying the dance when the Duke jumped in angry.

The wife rolled in the middle. He was rounded up like a fetus, roaring his snooze, and trembling with his lost face. Around the leftover bride, there were deliberately lined up with accompanying vegetables and candlesticks. His wife had a pig's face on her head. The ladies regarded the Duke's wife as a mountain cherry, and taunted her as one of the dishes.

In order to show that it was raw and like garbage, I was showering the pig's organs and blood that I had transported from the kitchen, and spraying raw garbage with it. Playing closer to your stench wrapped bride, laughing and screaming with punishment games.

It was at this time that a dark phosphorus-like feeling was born in the Duke's heart.

He could not forget this sight for the rest of his life.

In "The History of Losing a Wife," it will burn in a fire that involves his daughter and all of this country.

... my wife fell ill overnight.

I screamed and jumped out in the middle of the night many times.

Repeated depression, and the healthy body went crazy.

The angry duke tried to retaliate against all those present, but his wife desperately stopped.

Marrying the Duke would only bring misfortune to the Duke if he were not only ridiculed, but also if his position were to deteriorate decisively. It was not very tolerable to her in disappointment.

It was around this time that there was a subtle crack between my husband and his wife.

It's fine as it is, don't let the social world stain you anymore, I hope so.

A wife who doesn't want to be burdened by her husband and can't give up her dream of a noble wife that is recognized by everyone in the social world.

We care about each other, but for that reason, the two grooves deepen.

Still, the Duke and his wife loved each other.

... that's why that relationship didn't end.

The number has decreased considerably.

It's called a couple night relationship.

The birth of a child was my wife's hope.

However, my wife, who became ill, struggled to become pregnant.

My wife is exhausted and getting even crazier.

The Marquises of Baygod came to visit the Duke when he was away and left with a wilful sigh that no successor would be born. They expect their daughter-in-law to propose their own separation, but noble conversations are not passed on to their daughter-in-law.

I believed that everything would be better if only the children were given.

I am anxious to meet my expectations. A vicious circle of breaking physical condition.

The Duke also makes it easier for his daughter-in-law to ask for a child as if he were possessed.

It doesn't mean anything weird at night.

The Duke, who wanted him to be his own wife, had a wife of nobility and a wife who burned her obsession with child making. I didn't feel love there. It seemed like a imitation of the way the ladies he hated lived. His wife, whom he knew, was a more vibrant and loving being.

And the Duke strengthens his thoughts year after year and moves secretly toward their realization.

Meanwhile, miraculously, the wife gave birth to a child.

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For Esseleed, who was familiar with the circumstances, the work of the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce to abort the Duchess seemed like the devil would escape with a bare knife.

He was about to vomit. I wanted to shed no drop of Sherlock's blood in me.

"... I don't feel good..." Esseleed fluttered and went outside.

He had a daughter in love. A daughter of a needle named Marie.

I don't know who I am, but one day I want to be independent from the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce and start a new shop for both of us.

I imagined such a future.

Now, with her gentle voice, I could only think of purging the nasty sounds of conspiracy and ridicule that stuck deep inside my ear.

That's why I couldn't afford to notice.

There is a cold light in the eyes of Desmond, his father, who sees his back.

An irrevocable tragedy is about to strike my beloved Marie.

It was a good idea to scroll this far.

It's too dark a story, so I'll take one from the author.

The aristocrats who fooled the Duchess would later be crushed with their nose pillars and beaten to the ground without a sound.

By a red-haired, red-eyed genius girl who made an unusual social debut at the age of three.

She points out successively the problems with your ladies' way of dancing. I gently finished (...) the perfect (...) the (...) te (...) p (...) stepped (...) the (...) but (...) et al. (...).

"While pointing out," he sighed deliberately with dismay.

Such divinity is easy for her with 108 first-class life memories.

It's a story of the not so far future.