The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

Hello everyone!

A smiling angel smile. Shoot at your heart.

Eternal zero-year-old who doesn't talk at all.

'Cause I promised you a loop.

A woman with innocent cuteness and a dangerous scent.

My name is Scarlett Ruby Noel Lingaard, a fascinating newborn and 108 murdered villain.

Bakyun!

"Augh!!"

Haah!?

You can only target the ceiling, not your heart.

Because it's a newborn that can't wake up your upper body.

In bed, you can only take sexy shots like the stains on the ceiling...!

No, I can't...

Just a little while, isn't it?!

What a jewel of Hydrangea, this body...

When I remembered my shining beauty and limbs, I shook my body sadly.

"Hmm? You pee again? I don't smell anything."

Blood twitches his nose.

Gyaaa!!

This pattern again!!

Dangerous scent doesn't mean that!

Hey, Brad! Where are you sticking your face!?

Don't smell the maiden again!!

You perverted maid girl!!

The secret of the maiden will be revealed!

I hate the fact that my knees cannot be freely closed because of my belly.

Brad raised his face.

"Isn't this a poop?

Wow!!

Oh, lady, it's time to change your diapers.

... I'm sorry. Mary.

Wow, I was really coarse.

I mean, it's a baby.

A lot of things, well... I can't stand the sphincter.

I want to die... and be called to heaven.

"I knew it. I can tell by the blood flow."

Brad is good at it.

You!!

You've been sniffing around a delicate zone!

It's not about the blood flow!!

Becoming summoned to heaven is deferred. It will defeat mischievous things!

"It is hard if your daughter's beautiful buttocks get a rash. Let's replace it and make it feel good."

Mary was clever enough to untie me, and I gave up the Brad crusade.

Uh, Mary, please...

My pride as queen has been smoothly crushed every day.

It's like wheat that keeps getting caught in a water wheel shed. I don't want to do this anymore.

It is a whole grain of fine wood dust.

In the last 108 times in my life, I ran down the street of villainous prostitutes and was an outrageous queen. Does it mean that you have not yet paid for your sins to the extent that you continue to be killed mercilessly?

Ugh, I'm sorry.

When I was reborn, I was barely poor.

This Duke's Mansion is so poor...

There's only one baby I can offer you.

As a punishment, I'm going to be sold to the Wonder House...

As a talking baby, they point their fingers at you and make you laugh.

Goodbye, everybody.

I will live the rest of my life alone, not as a scoundrel, but as a Donadona.

Only the north wind and the frozen nights are my friends...

"Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh"

"I've never seen a baby mumbling with such a sad look. What song is this?"

Blood asked in a stunned voice.

"Still, you have a huge poop. It's all right. Are you hungry?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?"

As I was crying as I sang a song of pity, I burst into Brad's words.

"Hey, Brad. My daughter is still drinking only milk, so I can't help it. Come on, lady, let's make it beautiful."

Fuoooooo!!

I knew it was hard to see!!

I'm not convinced!

I waved my fist with anger and shame.

Brad!!

You know, no matter how maid you are, you must be a fine boy!!

Flowers and shame, Zero year-olds, how dare you stare at me!

Scumbag, look, forgive me!

Damn it! My pitiful fist with my shame and disgrace!

Tear the sky apart, newborn punch!

Shatter Blood's jaw!

"Aua ~!!"

My fist cut through the sky in vain.

Range 15cm!! I wonder if it can reach like this!

Your hands are too short!

I put myself on a grieving scream.

My hand hurts! This poor flesh!

"Aaaaaaaa!!"

I raised an irresistible roar.

"What are you doing? You."

Blood gazing with a stunned face.

Seeing that face, I realized something and was very upset.

What are you doing?

He's got a cloth covering his nose and mouth!

What! That rude, totally armed!!

"Ooooooo!!"

I shouted a lamentable cry of anger.

My maiden heart is now deeply broken in a double sense!

It's outrageous! It's not shit!

If you're so worried about the smell, you don't have to come and visit!

Nobody's public!

No Tours! No Visits!

Oh, my God, Brad!

I am now a demon of vengeance!

I'm not a villain girl who's been murdered 108 times, I'm going to be a polar lady with 108 balls!

"Oh, my lady, if you go too far, your back will get dirty."

Mary was somewhat embarrassed, and I hurriedly stopped my stiff limbs.

The polar lady who carried not the angel's feathers, but the poop's splint on her back, was unexpected to me.

Nevertheless, I am truly happy.

Such an abnormally developing baby.

Normally, it would be creepy to get close.

Yet the love of both mothers remains the same, knowing that I am a newborn who understands words.

On the contrary, it has been warm since before.

Mother and Mary can only express their gratitude.

Too happy to miscalculate, if you have such a hard time taking over, you are very welcome.

The love between the two gently enveloped my heart, which trembled amidst all the troubles.

Gyunnh, it's much easier to produce than to suspect.

Hey, Brad thinks so, don't you?

I really did have a big poop.

Not that way! Don't repeat that again!

How many times have you pooped this time!?

Even though love is a fraudulent story!

Don't lose any more integrity!

Even though I'm an unusually premature child, it's better to talk about it!

"... by the way, little biscuit, can't you walk yet? Oops."

Ah, there's no way you can walk!

Grab hold, crawl, crawl!

I'm still two weeks old and I'm still a grower!?

I'm sorry! It's like an evolved fish spinning on land!

Even though this falls into an unusual category as a newborn!?

What an incredible ability to roll back!

She's less than a month old, so let's give her a round of applause!

... every time I turn around, I'm dying.

Depressed breathing difficulties and fatigue.

A life-threatening turn. The life of a newborn is a continuum of dead or alive.

So please don't encore...

Mary stared at me with glittering expectations.

How many times a day do I have to turn back...

Children get interesting and get close to exhausted and exhausted appetizing plants.

That pity, that remorse, I know, I know...!

"Oh, my God, I'm so lucky."

Is it stylish!? Are you trying to be stylish!?

Do you really want to go to that word!?

Don't make fun of me! When you're ready to help yourself, I'll buy a fantastic floral "chamber pot" to show you where you look like a girl! I can't lend you my envy and my crying and my asking!

"Woo woo woo!!"

"Oh, are you mad because I'm covering (masking)? No, no. I was crushing my eyes with raw lime. That's why I just wrapped cloth around my nose and mouth. Because if you inhale the powder, it's bad."

Oh, is that so? It's not raw lime, is it?

"Auah!?"

Convinced and rejuvenated, I shouted suddenly.

That's why you asked Mary about the building mortar!?

What a vicious weapon you're making!

Raw lime made by heat treating limestone and shells generates high heat when mixed in large quantities with water. Sweet management can cause fires. It's a present. If it enters the human eye, it erodes the cornea and causes blindness. In fact, some countries used it as a weapon.

Blood and the others are cruel means.

"I'm outside. Call me out if you need anything. Don't be shy. I'd love to."

Brad walked out the door and stopped and looked back.

"I'm doing something a little dangerous. Please don't go outside for a while."

Brad walked out of the room, laughing bitterly at me as I roared with intimidation and pulling his hand down.

Fu, huh, what's in danger? I don't even use the Romanian horn. He's the one. You seem to have feared my sword curtain.

"Excuse me, miss."

Nyaa!?

"Nyah!?"

Reflecting on my arms and hips, Mary lifted my ankles and buttocks, screaming like a kitten.

"Hey, lady, Brad didn't come here to make fun of me, she's worried about me, and she's come to check my safety many times. I know you're a smart lady."

Speaking kindly to me, Mary pushes me through my rough phase.

Oh, I'm really happy. I'm really glad that Mary is a nanny.

Mary's behavior is like that of a mother.

It pours love on me, like my child, like someone else in red.

Ugh, in words, it's irritating.

For the aristocracy, nursing by nurses is a universal custom.

But it's not necessarily about a good nanny.

Nanny supervises the isolated children's room.

There are also nurses in secret chambers who turn into tyrants.

The darkness of man's heart is deep.

No matter how aristocratic, there are weak children who are powerless and obedient.

It's not just people who spare no effort to pour love into weak children.

Not a few nobles are distorted by their childhood experiences of abuse.

"Yes, ma'am! Thank you! It's beautiful now!"

Mary returned to me with a happy voice, and I blushed badly.

Her upper body was braced and she faked emotion with an annoying face, and her lower body was changed by being grabbed by her ankles.

You must have been ridiculous.

"The lady who made me feel good was also lovely."

and Mary comforts me with a giggling laugh.

"Auw."

Mary hugged me down with a pathetic look on her face.

"What should I do? If you need me, I'll take you to Princess's bed.

Mary's princess bed is my stationary cradle.

Overhead is covered with a beautiful canopy and decorated with yellow, fluffy, round flowers.

Blood picked it for me.

"You're a sweet girl who always cares about your daughter. Brad treats her like a girl, even if he says so."

"Auer..."

I know, Mary. Brad's a good guy.

It's just...

"Ah! Bee!? Where the hell did you come from!? Shh! Shh!"

Mary, who found a small bee, ran around in a hurry to get rid of it.

"To a lovely cradle surrounded by flowers...! Shh! Shh!"

Mary... the source is that yellow flower that Brad picked.

The shape of the petals is so cute that they don't roll around in a round shape, even though they overlap several times.

It's going to be a great hideout for insects.

And do you know the name of the flower?

It's called Tamakin 'Bye.

My cradle is covered with windy, round balls...

Even though it is a beautiful floral princess bed, I honestly don't like it.

Brad, I don't suppose you did this on purpose.

"Auer"

Pointing at the poor tamakimbai, I sighed.

"Lady, do you want to thank Brad? But I need you to stay away from Brad for a while..."

No! I was amazed at Brad's stupidity.

Well, look! I'll go see what Brad's guy's up to.

He must be doing something strange.

Brad's got a weakness!

That's why we're on our Brad tour!!

... I'm a little worried. He won't be able to do it soon.

And when you do, you decide to hide it.

You can't fool your sister's eyes!

"Augh!!"

Mary leaves and claims to be where she goes.

"There's no choice. It's just a little sneaky."

When she pressed her face in trouble, she embraced me and walked after Brad.

Step out of the upstairs children's room into the hallway and descend the luxurious Y shaped main staircase, leading to a blown saloon. You can see the garden beyond the window. It's a landscape with a pond drowned by an idiot Brad in the middle. This pond is not man-made, but rather large enough to be seen on a small boat.

Now it's a garden devastated by a shortage of manpower, but it should have been as beautiful as a single painting, with cleverly arranged hills, roads, and implants. I wonder how much money you spent. Water in the landscape is a reproduction of Romanian visionary paintings, right?

Guests who originally visited the Duke's Mansion would have breathed in the luxurious entrance hall, climbed the stairwell with expectations, and sighed admirably at the magnificent saloon that opens in front of them and the picturesque beauty of the view through the windows beyond.

Now... the saloon's embellishment is ripped off. The skin peels off and the rest is cut.

I don't have any paintings. Conditioning, barren poverty. The chairs and tables that servants use are flickering. The left and right sides are poorly balanced and do not settle down like a rough cradle.

It's a wild view with all-you-can-grow gardens, lawns and hedges! Rather than a vision of ancient Roman civilization, do you want to invite it to primitive times?

Father... do you want customers to leave early?

When you visit a Mansion like this, you will be dismayed to think that any nobleman will harass you!

My family was very wealthy the last 108 times in my life. His father barely stopped by his house, but many servants were always busy standing by.

"Oh, it's Brad."

Blood's maid dress skirt flickered around a standing tree a little off the terrace.

We sneaked down onto the terrace from the exit by the saloon.

Without Brad noticing, the feet are pulled out, the feet are slipped, the feet are sniffed...

No, I'm just being held by Mary.

But peeking is fun!

I reflected excitedly.

It looks like Brad didn't mean anything, so I'll forgive you for peeking.

"... it's like a secret mission, lady."

Mary is also a Norinori.

No, I totally forgot, but Mary also had a trick element.

"What are you doing!? Both of you!! I told you not to come!!"

Blood, who had never noticed much of us in his concentration, raised his face and shouted. The blood phase had changed.

I had a scarier face than I've ever seen.

Go to your room! I can't make it! Damn it! "

Brad's appearance has faded. No, because of his handsome feet, he was delusional.

"Don't bite my tongue!!"

"Auah!?"

"Haah!?"

He jumped to us, grabbed us and jumped into the building.

I felt caught in a whirlwind.

The noise roared. I looked over Mary's shoulder.

In the area where Brad was just now, a fire pillar of breathtaking size stood up.

Sparkling, rising like a fountain.

The leaves of the periphery ignited and burned.

The trunk of the raw tree burns as it bursts.

I was almost there. If Brad hadn't dragged me in, me and Mary would have been caught in the hot air.

The scattered fire powder hit the iron handrail and punctured the hole.

I was terrified. It is a phenomenon that is impossible with ordinary fires.

... romantic...!!

A familiar flaming flower.

In the memory of the last 108 times I was raised, I fought.

Secret explosives in the secrets of "extraterritorials".

A substitute that resembles a small amount of sand, but once it burns, it ejects a flame that melts iron.

The iron clay and sand iron, or peacock stones, were made into materials that were feared to be the decoy of a warship.

The marvellous technology inherited by the survival of the Roman civilization's alchemist who fled into the land of the "extra-territorial people".

Countries have risen and tried to replicate it, but no country has even grasped the threads of success.

Romalia then used the flame as a weapon and burned down the ship and the sailors.

It explodes when water is applied and burns like paper, no matter what tough cloth it covers.

I couldn't put out the fire, it was a hell of a flame.

The memories of fear were passed down just after Romalia died.

From the shore, the flames of the warship fleet appeared to be a fire herd.

This weapon is the origin of what is known as the Romanian Homura.

The "people outside the kingdom" used it for self-determination.

When hunted down, they wrap their surroundings in a Romarian barrel and self-destruct.

Many of my Queen's SS heavily armed men... were burned to death.

My chest hurts.

Though thick armor was useless.

The heat turns them into boiled iron, scorching the skin and flesh inside.

No man of strength can live.

"... are you hurt?! Both of you!"

The last Brad changes his blood phase and asks.

Mary, who woke up stunned, nodded and shouted softly.

"Brad, it's burning..."

"Wow!?"

Brad wandered to the white smoke rising from the skirt and slapped it with his hands to digest the fire.

There was a burnt pinky hole in the middle of the skirt.

After the powder of Romanian fire broke through.

"Auahhh...!"

I was trembling. My vision stings.

I can't believe you really wanted to use the Romanian horn.

Romanian wizard (Homura) is the secret of the "people outside the kingdom".

Allowed only when self-determination is exercised.

If you break the ban, if you survive, you will turn all the "extraterritorials" into enemies.

Even Brad, the eldest son, is no exception.

Brad was ready to throw everything away for us just met.

"What a face, little biscuit. Don't cry. Don't cry. I'm sorry I scared you."

Blood smiles and gazes at my face.

No, it's not...

I'm not afraid of tears.

I held my hands and grabbed Brad's hair.

I pulled and cried.

It's annoying that I can't speak.

Look, it's been less than two weeks since I met you, but I've talked to you over and over again in my last 108 lives. I've seen what you look like.

I'm an enemy, but I really know who you are.

When you try to sacrifice yourself, act suddenly without being understood.

You're too kind, you're too nice!

When the other four warriors were in danger with their brave feet, they always tried to attract their enemies to themselves and let them escape.

I was always at a distance and sighed to avoid taking care of the chicks.

You're going to carry everything by yourself again.

Trying to protect us, even by bending our beliefs and using cruel means.

Do you think I'd be happy to do that!?

I've thought about what it's like to be left behind!

I stirred Blood's hair in tears.

By exposing the existence of cardiac arrest, Brad implicitly threatened the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce that he was a member of the "people outside the kingdom".

Nevertheless, there are only two types of opponents who will not give up the raid.

A fool who doesn't understand his strength, or a man of strength who knows his strength and is not afraid.

"... have you read my thoughts? Who the hell are you? You..."

Brad had an amazing look and looked serious.

"It's impossible to hide... I have a bad feeling. Sherlock's silence was too long. The enemy that appears next is probably stronger than me. I've never had a bad feeling about this."

Before your father realizes my birth, Sherlock will try to settle everything.

They're hunting us down, too.

That's because I'm absolutely confident in the next hand.

Brad's predictions are probably correct.

Brad assumes the worst case scenario.

If it comes to that, I'm going to blow myself up and stab my enemies.

"But I can't lose. So don't look worried."

You're going to kill me with suicide bombing!?

You're kidding me!

Why am I such a powerless baby at such an important time!?

If I were at least an adult, I could protect myself as much as I did!!

Why do I always care!!

If only I could speak words!!

"I always say it's like a monkey. In fact, I think you'll be a beautiful and kind princess."

Gently loosened my crying hands from my hair and Brad loosened the ribbon on my head.

Collapse dexterity to fit my size, gently wrap ribbon around my head and shape it.

"Guaranteed. I've never missed a hunch in my life."

He was kind. He was always teasing me like someone else.

No, that's what he is.

And when I took my hand, I fell on one knee and stuck it on the back of my hand.

He raised his face and laughed invincibly. Adult Blood's trustworthy appearance overlaps.

"Fighting for a princess is a man's honor. You can just bless me like a knight. I swear, I won't use it until I'm about to be killed. I can fight to my limit with my own power."

Brad closed his eyes like a prank.

"... young lady."

and Mary nods gently.

I wiped my tears and nodded.

"Auuhh, auuhh, auuhh, auuhh..."

I did receive your loyalty.

May God bless your noble soul and your living soul.

I entrust our future to you.

... a, in Aaru, it doesn't matter!

Is it properly conveyed? This one.

"... entrusted. Leave it to me."

It was passed on!!

Brad stood up. Looking up in the backlight, he looked very large and reliable.

I felt that he, not a 10-year-old boy, but an adult, had laughed in the sun.

... the silhouette is the maid's dress of the skirt, but it is a blemish on the balls.

"... and I'm not without a chance."

Brad spoke forcefully.

It is not an instant word of forgiveness.

There was a fever of conviction in the eyes and at the end of the phrase. And I added.

"Your mother, Cornelia, is probably much stronger than you think. Sherlock's men don't know about it. That's the winner."

I had a hard time.

Me and Mary looked at each other unexpectedly.

I know my mother's bow and arrow very well.

Still, it is hard to believe that Brad, the son of the chief of the "people outside the kingdom", has the outstanding combat ability to say so.

But Brad was right.

I knew my mother only as a master of bows and arrows, and I was surprised to see that Brad was right after that.