The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

A familiar scenery approached in front of the Bronche as it advanced through the sea.

The majesty of the mountain range, an enclave in Verhelm territory, floats at the end of the sky.

The skins of the pale mountains melt into the sky, and the edges of their peaks are slightly covered in white snow despite the early summer.

The astonishing foot of the Bronche was close to the coast and did not fade at all despite the turbulence of the wind.

Read the turbulence, and the navigation chief gives instructions.

"Starboard! They're coming back! Yard turn!! Don't break the bottom of your daughter's white sail (dress)!!"

"Hee!! The roughness of a manservant"

"This is bullshit! That's what the sailors will do later."

While complaining, the sailors took pleasure in the motion.

The yard of the mast rotates skillfully and keeps the sail wind flashing accurately.

Originally, in the strong wind that squeezes the sail, the wind is captured to the full strength of the sail, and the speed of the ship is the top priority.

The rope moves violently. The pulley snapped. The sailors' muscles flourish.

When the mobile pigeon with the second report jumped in, the port of destination was now.

Serafi, the head of the Orange Chamber of Commerce who spreads out the documents, clouds his expression.

Meditating on the sea breeze, he looks up to heaven.

"... a message from Mr. Esseleed. Marie-san was killed."

The captain, who was listening, rushed towards me in surprise.

Looking at the letter, she roared her hair upside down as if she were a familiar obituary.

"I was stabbed to death!? Marie's girlfriend is not the one who buys grudges by mistake. Dear Sir, this is...!!"

"It's from the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce. Dexter and Ambrosine must have done it. Oh, my God..."

Serafi bit her lips.

The finger holding the letter was trembling.

From the bloodstains on the paper, he read the sorrow of Esseleed.

Esseleed, the second son of the Sherlock family.

The Duke remembered the faces of the three good men of the Sherlock family.

Serafi nodded. I didn't look well.

"Esseleed and Marie were friends who swore to each other's future. I was really close..."

The boat swayed in the horizontal waves.

A small serafi is staggering and is about to hit the handrail.

It was not until after the Duke got on the Bronche that he was defeated.

"... are you okay?"

"I'm sorry."

The Duke supported his shoulders with one haircut and Serafi thanked him.

The shame of showing blurriness makes my ears clear.

"My late head mother was also named Marie. That's why I didn't think that the happiness of the two of us was anything else."

The pilot reveals why Serafi is upset.

"I see..."

and the Duke sighed.

"There's one more reason to crush Sherlock. If we settle this case, they won't be alone."

and staring at the palace of the duke in the face with a dark flame.

"See what happens to Cornelia before I arrive. I will cut the masterminds alive."

Bernard, the Servant who has finally recovered from the drunkenness of the ship, looks at the Duke with concern.

Say something and shut your mouth. The Duke's anger was not mere. Even though everyone at the Orange Chamber of Commerce did not know, he was familiar with the Duke as he was just before the eruption. As soon as I saw Ambrosine, it could be cut to pieces. They pretend to be calm, but they boil back and forth. It also appeared in the Duke's approach to the royal family.

"Even so, you got a very thoughtful hand. I can't believe I forced the Hydrangean royal family to do that."

Serafi, who has regained his calm, speaks with admiration.

Bernard drops his gaze. That was his concern.

The Duke asked the Hydrangean Royal Family to move the Royal Guard's strongest guards to protect her.

Of course, the royal family can't move because of the tangle. The Duke's letter to the Orange Chamber of Commerce stated that if he refused the request, the Duke would seek refuge in another country. And in return for accepting the request.

"Haha! Not at all. Come on! It's numb! Destroy the right to huge unpaid bounties!"

The captain praised it with his hands.

Some of the sailors agree, snuggle between work running around the deck, and take a guzzle pose.

The Duke's actions were worthy of respect for sailors who liked gambling and believed in a clean way of life.

The Duke's weapon of intimidation was an unpaid payment to the Duke by the Hydrangean royal family.

The reward for his achievements so far is too large to be covered by royal resources.

The bounty was a headache for the royal family.

The award of the highest Duke was a painful choice.

It's like a promissory note when there's a surplus in the treasury someday.

"There's nothing worth it, like a reward that's not going to be paid. Cornelia's safety is paramount."

The Duke threw up without incident, but of course everyone in this room knew it was not.

The unpaid bounty was a bone stuck to the throat of the royal family and was a drawback.

It was a source of influence on the Duke's royal family.

The Duke gave up his right for the safety of his beloved wife.

If you move the Royal Guard, you forfeit your right to payment.

If he refuses, he will take refuge in another country, use his right to receive money as a shield, and use it as a pretext to invade the Kingdom.

That was the content of the letter.

It was only natural that Bernard's expression clouded.

Either way, it's a document that sells a fight to the Hydrangean Royal Family.

I'm not out of my mind.

"If the Magic Dog Master of Juoda is leaping forward, only the Royal Guard can barely stand his teeth in Hydrangea. This is the information that the (...) people (...) have taught me with their lives. There is no way that those brave ancient mighty men will be attacked alone. I am sure they will guide me on this Bronche. [M] I won't waste it."

When he was a child, the Duke honoured the dead Hydrangean three warriors, mourned their death, and laid his hand on his chest. Bernard, his blood relative, did the same with a painful look.

The Royal Guard is an insurance policy just in case.

The SS are already moving toward the Duke's residence.

No matter how many horses you drive from here, it takes half a day to reach the Duke's Mansion.

To fill that time hole, the Duke threatened the Hydrangean royal family.

"Throw everything for the woman you love. That's good, that way of life. The gods of the sea will surely catch the wind. And, of course, we can help."

The captain pointed his teeth and laughed, and the serafi nodded.

"We've figured out a way to fight the Magic Dog. I'm sure I can help. And the Duke, a saddle, bra and weapon for (...) a (...) a (...) are also available with the horse. Play the magic trick of the mermaid who hunted down the dogs."

In Serafi's words, not only the Duke but Bernard the Servant was surprised.

From what he said, I learned that Serafi was familiar with the Duke's situation.

"I'm surprised. Do you even know how to fight? [M] I don't want to turn you into enemies."

"The same goes for this one."

The Duke and Serafi laughed, reaching out to each other and shaking hands.

The Bronche entered the port.

Take down your mast and pass by the moored ship.

The sailors go to the rope hangar to see if the anchor is loosened correctly.

As the stone walls of the harbor and the small boat for loading and unloading approached clearly, as Serafi said, several horses were waiting in front of the warehouse.

The tightly aligned horses stood out as the cars, barrels, and sacks were dotted with clutter.

Especially eye-catching is the splendid white horse in the middle. The eye-catching Duke is surprised.

"... is that!?"

Serafi smiles.

"You should have noticed this from afar. That's right. It was your horse's kid. You are obedient and brave. Do you like it?"

I think I've got a million allies.

The Duke laughed.

It is only with a well-wished famous horse that he can exert his true power.

Red eyes shine with the joy of the sword.

You feel intimidated as if your body has doubled.

Serafi narrowed his eyes and the captain whistled.

"I wonder if this kind of thing is about blood and dancing meat."

The Duke remembered the smell of the battlefield that ran through with Aima.

Once honored by a thousand horses and enemy allies, the Oni God rose up with weapons.

"Ooh...!!"

My doubts disappeared from Bernard's troubles.

"There are no enemies before you."

You tremble with excitement, bend one knee of obedience, and hang your head.

The Duke nodded and looked up at the wind clouds.

At the end, his beloved wife waits for him.

Wait, Cornelia.

I will kick all my enemies away and come to you now. [M]

So stay safe until then.

The Duke made a wish and held his fist tight.