The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

"Ahh! Nevertheless! I can't believe you understand words! Your daughter is a genius! I have a tall nose too!

Mary, who was so impressed, tried to lift me up to heaven, and when she came around, she went around on the spot.

My cheeks are red and my eyes are shining.

Well, I guess it's my personal abilities or the memory of 108 times of my life.

A little guilty...

"Awww..."

Oh, by the way, Mary.

I haven't got my neck fixed yet...

I'd like to refrain from strenuous exercise, but...

"You must be God's daughter! It's a gift from God!"

"Ah-oh ~"

My neck is stiff because of lack of strength ~

Mary, calm down, calm down...

My neck is about to fall off...

I'll be returning it to God soon.

I pushed my palms down and put on a gesture to calm Mary.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so excited...!"

Mary hastily interrupted when she noticed and apologized while holding me.

... Phew, successful landing! I'm home safely, Seri.

"Surprised. You really understand the words..."

My mother often talked to me hesitantly.

"Ma'am!! I'm sorry! Leaving my wife alone...! Sorry!!"

As Mary jumped up, she turned blue and apologized.

"... it's okay. It's always you, Mary, who takes care of her."

My mother was pathetic. I don't have the will to speak up.

Until a moment ago, when I was squeezing my bow and arrow, the mood was pounding.

"Um, ma'am! I'm afraid I can't, but the noble mothers..."

Sweet Mary. I couldn't help but say it.

It was not unusual for her mother to be so depressed.

"I know. The nobleman's nursery... but not the Melville family in my house. My mother raised me with her own hands. My mother's hands were warm. That made me happy. Because I thought I was loved. That's why I always thought that if I gave you a child, I would love you like that... and I..."

The bow slipped out of her mother's hand without strength.

It splashes on the ground and lays flat.

"I... tried to kill this kid...!"

Ma'am...

Mary also lost her words.

"I'm sure she understood..."

Leaning down, her mother trembled her shoulders. I was crying.

"When she got a little older, I thought I'd pay for that with a lot of love. I thought I'd spend the rest of my life trying to make amends. But it wasn't. I was scared to hear this kid speak the language! Because I can't forgive my mother for doing this!! I can't let her forget!!"

... Mother.

Um, sorry, I completely forgot...

I mean, I've been killed 108 times.

Including attempts, that's four digits.

I almost got killed in the middle of the day, and I had no dinner party at night...

If you're afraid of recidivism, I don't care about the details.

Besides, in your mother's case, you were drugged by the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce.

Uncle and Uncle Baygod snore at me and tell me not to go to my concubine Ambrosine. Your father didn't come back to his concubine, and it was more difficult to keep his sanity.

That was an accident! Unfortunate accident! Your mother is a victim!

"Aah, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

I argued. God, deliver it! This thought!

"Look, she screams that she won't forgive me... the same voice I cried so desperately when I tried to kill her... the voice I jumped out of my dreams over and over again...!"

Ahhhhhhhh!? The old wound made me feel better!?

Thank you. If I ask heaven, it will bring back unintentional results...

I wonder if the Queen of Evil will pay...

It's a misunderstanding, Mother!

Even when my mother was about to kill me.

"Win this challenge and get your life!!"

I was in a mood for... screaming...

"I'm sorry for being such a mother..."

"Aw..."

Mother...

I tried to soothe my mother, but she kept her lips tied to the letter, her face stretched, and she stared straight ahead and kept silent.

I completely closed my heart. It's in "" mode. ""

I know very well. When this happens, you won't get any persuasion.

I mean, it's the same look I had when I got there.

Oh, did my mother give you that look...

Me and Mary looked at each other halfway.

What am I supposed to...

It's annoying.

It was Brad who broke the awkward silence.

"Oaah!?"

My body was slightly lifted out.

Brad took me away from Mary's arm.

"Yes, please."

"Gmmh!?"

and pushed me into my mother's chest.

It felt light, but there was no gap as quickly as the lightning.

False mother, Mary, and I remained stunned.

Hey, hey! Brad!! You caught me with one hand!

Make me look like a kitten or luggage, called this treasure of Hydrangea!!

Give him a hug.

"Eh..."

Your blinking mother followed me even further.

"Don't worry!!"

Blood, who still hesitates, strengthens her tone and pushes me even further.

Mugu!! Hey! Brad!! Am I a stuffed animal or something!?

Try harder on your newborn!!

"Ma'am!! Please hold your daughter!!"

Mary complains strongly.

No, what is it? This flow...!

Mary and Brad stare at me with anticipation.

Well, what the... look at that...

All right, all right! I got it! You can do it!

I thought about it. I breathed in. []/(exp, v5r) to have a stomach/

"... a, augh!!"

Open your hands. Eh, Mom, I love you!

Make it sweet and appeal!!

Here you go!!

If you like me, please boil and bake as you like!!

Hug, PleaseOoo!!

Ugh, hah, it's embarrassing... the fire comes out of your ears...

They know you're conscious, but this isn't torture...

If I was 28 years old and said, "Mother, hug me!!", would you understand?

And outdoors, under sight!

In my life 108 times ago, I never met a living mother.

Of course, I've never been held by my mother.

Goku...

Come on, you're nervous. I spit. My spine hurts.

My mother's hands are still lost and she is swimming in the sky.

Looks like they stopped the decoupling just before.

Hurry... don't tease me...!

Mother is nodding her hands around my back and pulling them closer and closer.

It's not sharp. It's as shocking as touching a swelling.

"Great!! Even if you treat it more roughly, it won't break!!"

"Ma'am!! There it is!! Don't be afraid!!"

What, these two cheers?

Mary has a rough nose and is very excited. There's a weird switch on.

And I'm kind of dealing with dangerous goods...

Unfortunately...

Mother held me in her chest, pushed by the momentum of the two.

I was supposed to sweat through exercise until now, but I almost didn't feel the smell of sweat.

I wonder if there is almost no smell of the body itself.

A nostalgic forest scent different from Mary's sweet smell.

Look, it's illuminating...

But smell as much as you can.

Okay, so... no leakage, no leakage...

Humph, humph...

"So, what do you say?

"Oaah!?"

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

Is it the usual blood flow again!?

I'm sorry!! I'm just doing my best!!

Don't miss out!!

"... you think she's cute?"

Brad is struggling.

Ah, didn't you find out about my shameful behavior... Brad!?

You're like a monkey anyway!

Even if you lie, it would be polite to praise the girl's appearance!!

Come on, praise me!

"... so cute."

"Oh..."

Um, Mother. I know it's flattering, but...

"It's the same as that guy, red eyes and red hair. It's not cute...! That man and my children... but I'm not allowed to be a mother... and I don't qualify as a mother..."

Eh, eh, you think it's really cute!?

Hey, what do we do? I'll burn it on my face.

Oh, am I quite a Mazaconist?

I can't stop thinking I'm sorry because my mother is worried.

"Well, qualifications. Cornelius, isn't your mother too idealistic?"

Brad sighs when he sees his distressed mother.

Ignore me?

And your mother upgraded you from an aunt to a Cornelius!

And yet I'm a monkey or an asshole!! I demand absolutely improved treatment!

"Aww!! Aww!!"

Blood keeps talking, ignoring me as I raise my fist and make a declaration of struggle.

"My mother. I told you. Children are so loud, they don't have to say anything, and there are no examples (often) of how they get what they want. Babies are like monsters who can't communicate. Looks like he thought he was gonna punch you a couple of times. She said she wasn't good for her mother, and she was just worried. Haha, don't be silly."

"Auahhh!?"

Hey!! Brad!?

Why are you pretending to be your mother!?

You can't say such a thing.

"But, look, this is how I've grown up."

Yeah!! I have a skirt with a ribbon and an apron on it!

I think my parents will definitely cry when they see it.

"Brad, how did your mother get over that...?"

Hey!! Mother!? Why are you eating!?

"Thank you. I stopped being nervous because I couldn't. Mr. Cornelia will know. When hunting, it's important to know your prey, know your mountains and forests, be prepared, and one more thing..."

Hunting!?

"Know what you can and can't do, and don't push yourself?

"Yes, so is my mother. I guess I'll hunt like Mr. Cornelia. It looks something like that. You know, Cornelia wasn't good at hunting from the beginning."

Brad looked happy.

Oh, is this guy, like, laying his own mother and mine?

... you didn't stay here just because I was worried.

Hmm, heh, whoa, whoa, whoa, that's nice, but...

"I don't want to be a hunter from the beginning. Hunting breeds hunters. It's the same for raising children. A relationship with a child creates a mother. You don't qualify as a mother from the beginning. From the beginning, I don't think Cornelia has any choice but to have a cute child."

What is it!? What is that supertheory!?

That sounds like a good thing, but then I'm not the target of a hunt!?

"I want to see your mother... and beg you to tell me..."

"Augh!?"

Mother!?

What are you talking about in a hot look!?

Brad is the son of the leader of the Outsiders!

In other words, when it comes to his mother, it's with him!!

Having a friendship with such a person means engaging with the "people outside the kingdom"!

That's how you dip into your head, at the soaking level!!

In the last 108 times in my life, I've been hunted down by the Queen's "extraterritorials"!

I trembled at the unexpected sound of doom that I had heard 20 years earlier.

"... I can't forget the hard work I've received from others for years, but it's strange to forget that I was troubled by my children when I was raising them. Wow, a woman. Amazing, my mother."

Keep talking, Mr. Brad.

Oh hey, I won't forget the resentment you've had with the "people outside the kingdom".

"But even if you're tired of raising a child and you hate everything, there's still a moment when you think your child is cute. It's like light coming in from the clouds. It's a strange thing that I still remember."

Brad's ears are a little red when he talks.

Ah! I'm pinned!

I've been calling myself a "child" for a while.

Don't lick 108 life experiences.

"Auau ~"

"Son of a bitch!"

When he notices my smile, Brad smiles.

"That's right! When my mother scolds me, instead of yelling and slapping me, she tells me about my baby memories! It's a big voice you can hear all around you! I sprayed the milk like a fountain, but I rolled around spreading pee!!"

After screaming in a fussy mood, Brad sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I don't know, mom. I don't think I can win for years."

Brad...

Ah, I wonder if Brad, the invincible under heaven, had any enemies.

Kufufu, I heard a good thing. I'm lucky to know that.

How dare you treat me like a monkey. You should wash your neck and wait.

That's all you can afford.

I got into the natural enemy... what?

"You're a lovely mother. I want to be like your mother. I wonder if I can be."

"I can be. It may be difficult on your own. But Cornelia isn't alone. That's right."

When she noticed Brad's gaze, Mary nodded with a smile.

"There's something I can do. There are little ones."

"Oh, oh!"

Lost in the path of thought and twisting my neck, I hurriedly raised my fist.

"Thank you. I haven't done anything right for my mother yet. I don't know what to do. But...!"

My mother held me up with one hand. Brad nodded and picked up the bow and gave it to his mother.

"I will definitely protect you with this bow. Until the day your father gets back, you can risk my life. That's the only thing I can do now. I want you to think of me as my mother. Give me a chance to start over as a mother."

My mother hugged me tightly.

"Someday you'll remember my hands are warm...!"

"Auau"

This is my daughter's first experience, thank you very much.

Oh, I forgot to call you guys.

My mother didn't care about understanding words even though I was a newborn.

"I have the same eyes as him. No wonder."

It's all done in one word.

I was a little stunned.

How much do you love your father?

I don't know where your father is or what he's doing leaving his mom in such a hurry.

If you go to a concubine, I'll show you a punch for the newborn!

"... well,"

Brad banged his left hand with his right fist on his chest.

"Should we start an operational meeting to survive? There's no choice but to stand there in a cage."

We looked up at the mansion. We are next to the stables now.

From here, you can see the full view of the huge Wilhelm Mansion.

An unusual number of chimneys and wasteful little spires.

The former landlord Marquis Baygod's very own building.

Looks like the power of bluffing and pushing.

We sighed together.

Everyone's heart is united!

I'm hoping for a drawstring path, but I really don't like that...

Looks like a huge stone coffin.

By the way, most chimneys are fake.

You wanted to keep an eye on the fireplace with the chimney.

Interior Report -

No paintings, no art!

There are no paintings in the saloon, in the concierge, in the long gallery!

After I ripped it off...

There are signs of something being torn off everywhere on the ceiling.

Maybe there was a sculpture or something.

Wow, I've never seen a mansion like this!

I'm surprised. We're one step ahead of the ruins.

You're exposed to looting.

And there are plenty of "door-only" fake rooms in the Mansion.

Oh, my God.

In the last 108 times in my life, your father paid a lot of money from the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce.

There were plenty of servants, and it wasn't this stupid mansion.

Now, let's continue with the status report.

No gruesome condiments! No dishes! No brewing equipment!

The brewery is bulky.

Really Duke's Mansion here!?

The quasi-baron's mansion is so rich!

There's a garage, but there's no carriage!

Oh, no horses. So there are no butlers, no lords, no martens.

So you don't have to. No clothing provided. There is no uniform for footman.

At first, there were no futons or sheets or curtains in the bedroom.

The Root Root Marquis of Baygod took it.

It's too much... even the flower garden flower stock.

You really wanted to take it to windows, lawns and standing trees.

How dare you force such a defective property on your son.

Besides, he buys a lot of resentment from residents.

It seems that the view of the garden disturbed the whole village and forced them to leave.

Plus heavy taxes...

I bought too much local grudge to work for my son's father.

It is a total scan. How much did you make the people angry?

Territorial mansions that are cut off from the people suck.

It's like the owner of a store where all the employees are looking for you.

The territory has also been sold down, and there is little hope for tax revenues anymore.

Parental causation rewards the child...

Fortunately, my great-grandfather was a personality in Wilhelm's predecessors, so several elderly people who remember the rule of the time, gardener, footman and chopper. No uniform, personal clothes, but...

The gatekeepers are also their role, so they live on the gate floor at the entrance to the vast garden on the back of the mansion.

It's almost... distant.

Gatekeeper, are you okay?

And then there was a woman on the street, Mr. Cook, and two kitchen associates.

One of them is on the run. He is suspected of poisoning the Duchess.

Mr. Cook is on his way!

I mean, it's late for breakfast. Early dinner.

There were five maids of the same old (old) maiden.

Like my grandparents, these grandmothers admired the virtues of their ancestors.

Again, personal clothes... this is also almost...

There's no such thing as a ladymade with a mother.

By the way, the maid clothes that Brad is wearing are a substitute for being left too small.

It seems that Mary bought it with the alley bank given to her by her father.

The Hydrangean royal family only gave his father the throne, and many prizes remain unpaid.

Later, I asked my mother about the approximate forehead and went to heaven.

The amount that the Hydrangean royal family could overthrow.

Well, then you're planning on marrying the princess...

Ha, if my knowledge cheat were alive, I'd be rich in no time.

I could hire a private soldier!

So, speaking of the current situation, it is probably a tough situation.

Brad and his mother are the only decent fighters.

"I'll have to do it. Mary, do you have any mortar ingredients in the storage? Well, then, can you use it?"

And with Brad at the centre, we made sure to tie our foreheads together, and we went into a tactical meeting.

To survive.