The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

The night the Duke travelled secretly, time goes back a little.

The three old warriors looked like three children.

There is no single child in the street where the sun has completely fallen.

But at night, they walk slowly, without light.

The path laid down by the Roman civilization that once ruled the land is still alive despite years of snow and wind with the people who come and go again. Same as these old people.

"Night breeze feels good."

"Not at all. How about a drink at home?"

"Stop it. If I swallow the house with you, the night will come."

The old warriors have spent half their lives on the battlefield.

To celebrate, to drink, to prove peace, to mourn, they drink immediately.

Soothe with wine, and take the battlefield of blood, iron, and wrath as your home.

That was the way these old warriors lived.

Though not so tall, you can even see a long coat with a body that is as sharp as a board.

The mass that just came out made them look bigger than their upper back.

It's as sharp and tough as a scum.

Does the style still depend on the years you survived?

The thick fabric jacket was even close to the ankle of the robust boot.

It's closer to the shape of a cape than a jacket.

It was like salted plum, like a little kid I know, but there was a nick, and I was free to go in and out of my hands and feet.

If you look at the person, you'll notice that the coat is carefully covered with rain oil.

Battlefields often sleep outdoors. They fall asleep in this coat.

The jacket is the bed, the clothes, the armor.

They were born warriors enough to use them even in normal times.

The old warriors tied their frosty hair behind them, and the lower half of their faces were covered with scary beards.

You can only see the same face when lined up.

Fortunately, the colors of the three beards and hair were brilliant: black, tea and white, respectively, which clearly distinguished who was who.

The old warriors were intoxicated and in a good mood.

Oh, it's been a while since I've been a little drunk.

Bobby with a black beard exhales like a puff.

But my feet are not rough at all.

To intoxicate the three, the tavern was emptied with one barrel.

It was a monstrous old Uwabami.

"Young lady has entrusted you with this. He took my hand and relied on me."

And the building with the tea beard nodded happily.

Remember that? I was so impressed that I wept in my eyes.

"Young Master didn't rely on you. Me."

Bobby with a black beard listened and looked around.

"What are we going to miss? This old man. Busy."

Bill with a brown beard peeled his teeth and laughed, and Bobby with a black beard changed his complexion.

"Old man, busy," he said. See if I'm old! "

The black beard was stuck with a momentum that just couldn't grasp.

"Oops! I told you! Try it if you can! Let's get back to you!"

The blackbeard and tea beard that rivaled each other in an instant atmosphere sighed in silence.

"Would you stop? Young Master was entrusted with an important wife because he anticipated the three of us. Young Master's trust cannot be betrayed. Together, we will protect your wife. Don't make mistakes. The Hydrangean Three Warriors will be named after you."

Blackbeard and tea beard fell in line with the words of leader-rated white beard Brian.

"Exactly. In the name of the three warriors."

"As long as we work together, we will not be late for any enemy."

I banged on each other's shoulders with my babies, but I laughed.

Together we survived the battlefield for a long time.

The strengths of the three are side-by-side, so they can understand each other's words and actions as if they were ours.

You don't have to fight because you're a friend of the bamboo horse.

It was somehow a pleasant moment.

The Duke of Wilhelm admires the Three Warriors as the Young Hall.

He is the father of Scarlet, known as the Red Duke.

And they were ancient warriors, synonymous with the three warriors of Hydrangea.

Bobby with a black beard, Bill with a tea beard, Brian with a white beard.

The three men who served in the Royal Guard for many years were from Wilhelm territory.

He was originally under Sir Wilhelm of the "Ancestral Age", known as the Personality.

At that edge, the three warriors often carried out military operations with the Duke of Red, the grandson of their lord.

Loved by the Duke, they were at the heart of the Royal Guard, but at some point they settled into a standing position like the Duke's direct reports. Ten years ago, it was called the demon dog crusade, so the royal family laughed bitterly and had to silence in order to achieve outstanding results.

The three warriors are now retired and live a leisurely life.

Nevertheless, the reason I offered to retire was because I was "defeated by the captain of the Royal Guard", so the strength was still alive. The Royal Guard is the most powerful force in Hydrangea.

Among them, the SS captain's strength is outstanding, and he can't stand his teeth under the deputy captain.

The royal family, which heard of the retirement of the three old men, hastened to take one of the three from the captain. The three warriors who crossed the mightiest of the royal tokens did not run under the Duke. I pulled them down, but stubborn they don't wipe their necks vertically.

After all, the royal family reluctantly accepted to retire, but continued to categorically refuse to allow the three to become the Duke of Wilhelm's subordinates. He was also banned from entering the grounds of the Duke's residence.

Bobby, Bill, and Brian followed the royal decision in anger.

The Duke of Red tends to leave the territory by royal decree.

The claws of the Duke's father, Marquis Baygod, remain in the Duke's territory of Wilhelm, with deep resentment among the people.

It is not once or twice that an unsuccessful rebel has emerged while he is away.

The Duke, the hero of Hydrangea, stands out irrevocably.

There are many enemies inside and outside in proportion.

The three warriors, the face of the Wilhelm realm, circled outside the Mansion to hold grievances and chose a path to help the Duke.

Even the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce could not intervene in Wilhelm territory while they were watching.

In court, they were warriors of no jazz, but they were hidden protagonists of the land.

The Duke of Red relied on them from the bottom of his heart and on the full width of his trust.

That's why I relieved them of my beloved wife who had given birth.

"Yep. I wonder if you'll be able to use horse fighting like a young lady."

Bobby with a black beard woke up and asked.

Horse fighting is the martial arts of the Hippocampus, which has been passed down from generation to generation by the lords of Wilhelm.

Horses are huge chunks of muscle. The muscles produced are not human ratios.

It is horse fighting that transmits the kinetic energy to the rider with special physical manipulation and uses it as martial arts with long sticks.

The long bar is wrapped with iron bars and the tip is covered with iron. Even if it touches the blade, it will not be cut off.

The horse's power is added, and its destructive power is out of order.

With a single blow, he shrugs his armor, breaks his sword, and blows his soldiers like sawdust.

The Red Duke was invincible on the battlefield because of his horse fighting skills.

The power of a single hit is comparable to the Lance Charge of the Cavalry's most powerful Assault move.

Flips local disadvantages on a single horse, terrorizes enemies, and energizes near-death allies.

The hero's name is not Date.

"Hmm, how about that? I couldn't use Baygod's kid..."

Bill with a tea beard wrinkles his neck anxiously.

For the three old men, the grand Marquis of Baygod was also a monk.

What's so nice about him is that he left Young Master behind.

Damn it, it was a good place to treat it.

Horse fighting is the first divine skill that can be done with talent, guts, and famous horses.

It is imperative that you release your hands on the uplifting horse, unite your horse, mind and breath, and perform precise physical manipulation flat on the battlefield where bows and arrows fly.

Not everyone can do it.

In fact, in the time of the Marquis de Baygod, the inheritance was about to end.

Luckily, the ancestral generations were alive, and the Duke of Red revealed his talent from a young age, so it was only miraculously possible to inherit one flying.

The three old men were despising the Marquis of Baygod, who was about to crush Lord Wilhelm's entertainment.

There was also resentment that their homeland had been ruined.

"... such an idiot will never again be born into the proud blood of the Lingers."

Brian's assessment of the white beard was also spicy.

"Well, since the pus came out, the Lingers won't be safe for another 300 years."

I threw up on the traffic.

"I'm sure your child will become a master of horse fighting, just like Young Hall! And at the dawn when he groweth up, I will offer him for the first time. I'll teach you how to fight."

Don't be ridiculous! This whitebeard!

"Both black and white beards are chipped! That's not my job!

Three old warriors smash their foreheads and claim their rights against each other.

He was yelling at each other, but his eyes were laughing.

It was a blessed sight to see how eager they were for the Duke's son to be born.

"... hihi, unfortunately, I can't do what you want."

A convulsive auricular laugh interrupted the pleasant quarrel between the three.

The three warriors stood up in an instant alert position.

From the darkness in front of him, a gentle old man appeared.

"'Cause you're going to fuck around here."

And mock in evil looks.

Old soldiers roar as they gaze at one eye until the other is crushed.

"... the Magic Dog Master of Juouda...!"

"It's an honor to remember. But I was still busy."

And scorn the Devil Dog Man.

"I don't know..."

Unlike usual, they are not old warriors who ride Taunt in battle.

However, there was malice in the words of Juoda's magic dog that could not be seen.

"Busy is not busy. My cute little Gulm won't realize until he takes my back."

"Ha...!"

"Bill!! Later!!"

Bill with the beard turned around breathed and Brian with the beard shouted at the same time.

A magic dog with a body like a bull looked down with hard balls.

The three fought against the fact that they did not feel the signs of battle and that such a huge creature was behind them. The Duke and I chased down the Magic Dog Master, but I don't remember seeing a Magic Dog like this monster.

The fangs of the Magic Dog sparkled.

A giant pigeon comes down like a coma.

The smell of the beast that made my chest sick was steady.

"My employer said you were in the way of the Duke's mansion."

The Magic Dog Man laughs.

The head of the tea beard building is swallowed by the sound of meshing teeth.

"Ha!! I'm not alone first. My masterpiece, Gulm, has no other love."

Smiling Magic Dog Man. But that smile stretches along the way.

"... one way or the other. Don't underestimate the three warriors of Hydrangea."

The tea beard building smiles invincibly.

Gulm's fangs stopped before they could be closed.

Bill with the Brown Beard clasped his arms in front of his face and caught the Magic Dog's fangs.

Besides... Do you think I'm going to let you die in silence? "

"A broker swordsmanship...!!"

The Magic Dog Man roars.

Intermediary swordsmanship is a battlefield style that deliberately blocks opponents' movements and stabs enemies at close range by taking on defensive equipment without avoiding a blade strike. Rough and simple, but still powerful. The three warriors' handkerchiefs are specially made, with small steel plates stitched inside. The sharp blade does not peel.

"I can't learn. Even though our eyes were scattered and painful with these hands"

"Great! Bill!"

We're not swordsmanship, we're just one-handed scythe.

Tea beard laughs, white beard and black beard put their hands inside the jacket and pull out one hand sickle.

The blade has an unusual thickness. Even if you hit a sword or armor with both hands, it won't break.

The three warriors went wild on the battlefield with their portable grindstones in their pockets, while maintaining the sharpness of the sickle.

The two of them shook the sickle at the magic dog gum that Bill the Tea Beard was stopping.

"... shit."

A dog with a tongue stops.

The throwing knife is released from his hand.

Silver bars continue to flash.

Hmm...

Without trying to avoid it, Brian, who was running away, shook his jacket as he stormed.

The metal sounded and the knife was blown away.

The jacket is sewn with a clasp inside the fabric.

Tattoo Arrows are defensive enough to penetrate.

And then...

"Don't get in the way! Retreat!"

"... shit!?"

Whitebeard Brian quickly took off his coat and grabbed it and hit the Magic Dog Man.

A heavily defensive jacket can also be a blade-proof weapon.

The sight of the Magic Dog who tried to take out the knife and attack was blocked.

I was punched in the face with my jacket and blown away.

"Got it!!"

"Fuck you!"

Two old warriors flashed the sickle from the left and right sides of Magic Dog Gulm.

It was a fast-paced lightning strike.

The target is the Magic Dog's carotid artery.

"Uh-oh!!"

"Ha!?"

The two sickles cut through the sky. The magic dog Gulm disappeared like a phantom.

I heard a strange noise.

Without knowing what happened, the two of them paused and stunned as they stepped on the hiccups.

"Bye bye!! Don't be foolish!!"

The voice of Bill with the tea beard fell from above his head.

Slowly bumps into the ground.

I looked up in a hurry. Brian with a white beard and Bobby with a black beard froze.

I understood what happened at the moment.

Gulm, the Magic Dog, threw out the building that had been sucked into his mouth like a doll and jumped to dodge the sickle.

With that incredible speed and altitude, the old warriors fought.

Does it grow with wings?

Rather than a beast, it's a monster.

"These fucking grandpas!! Kill them seriously! Gulm!!"

The waking Magic Dog Man's face was distorted by anger.

He bleeds blood from his forehead and yells.

Still in the air, Gulm's body twisted and swollen several times.

Bill the Beard whispered to his two allies as he jumped.

"My left arm was hit. Check it out. I can't use it anymore. It's not a monster."

The hand that had caught the blade again was hanging like a rag.

From the elbow to the tip of the exposed left arm, the prototype was no longer fastened.

The strange sound was of Bill's arm being bitten.

"One bite. Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

At a sharp glance, Brian with a white beard sighs deliberately.

"Do I have to throw my life away? I should have left another barrel empty."

"Young lady and I are going to die trying to save your child's life. There is no alcohol, but flowers bloom. I didn't throw it away."

Black beard Bobby stroked his beard.

"It must be. It's not a bad death. It's not a flower."

The three warriors laughed.

"I have to show my baby what's good about it."

"For the first time, as a business, I'm not the one with the shortage."

"Let the dogs bloom instead of wine dishes."

The sharp ones clearly recognized the difference in strength with the Magic Dog Gulm.

I can't go home alive anymore.

"Stop him with me and Bobby. I don't need one arm, but I can have some meat. Brian's not gonna stop you."

Without moving a single eyebrow, Bill the Brown Beard suggested, and the three nodded and raised their fists high against each other.

Farewell, my corrupt friend.

"Let's drink again in the afterlife."

Well, let's die and bloom.

The great shadow of Gulm, the demon dog that had fallen, attacked the three warriors with a full smile.

The wind whirls.

There was a series of violent clashes.

Three men and one became one mass, and turned into a wind, and rolled around the ground.

The Magic Dog was an overwhelming storm. The three warriors were like a powerless child.

It was a desperate battle.

It didn't take much time for the silence to return to the area.

Blackbeard Bobby was holding one of the dog's legs with his right hand and stabbing the sickle into the ground with his left hand.

The sickle was wedged into the ground, sealing the movement of the magic dog. Blackbeard's eyes were lying. My neck was bitten and torn. But he died calmly, not doubting his friend's victory until the end. And even though I lost my will, I continued to martyr in the role I was given.

The right shoulder of the tea beard building had been brutally bitten. Both arms were rough enough to expose the bones.

When he lost his scythe, he used the body itself to stop the teeth of Gulm the Magic Dog. Until the moment he took a breath, he did not try to stop his courageous self-sacrifice. Everything leads to a blow from a friend. His face was also calm.

Then Brian, the whitebeard, gripped the scythe with both hands, stepped on both feet, and roared.

In order to respond to the opportunity my comrades made with their lives, I struck a blow in the shape of a demon into the heart of Gulm the Magic Dog.

The aim is next to the base of the forefoot, called the three bellows. It's an emergency for four-legged mammals.

Even the fur of the bear was a powerful slash that penetrated lightly. There was a momentum to cut into the bone.

An unusual shock bounced back.

Every unexpected occurrence opens Brian's eyes.

"Stupid..."

Murmur with daze.

The tip of the sickle blade was chipped.

I barely let go of the sickle, but my hands were paralyzed by a single blow.

It was not the skin feeling of the organism.

If you look closely, there is a slight difference in the color of the fur.

"Torso...!!"

The noticed Brian bites his teeth at my roughness.

I realized that my comrades' abandonment was the death of a dog.

The fur was pasted and disguised, but the Magic Dog was wearing armor.

Maybe that's brigandine with the sheet metal on it.

If you knew, you could at least crush your eyes!

"There are monsters in the world that use cardiac arrest. That's not a countermeasure. Did you realize it was a total waste of time? Your people are funny too. He smiled and died."

Witnessing the face distorted by Brian's whitebeard remorse, the Magic Dog Manipulator was in a good mood.

Gulm, the demon dog, shook the sucked body of Bill at Brian as he stood up.

Bryan staggered when he was hit by Bill's body, which had become a blunt weapon.

For a moment, I was unconscious.

It was already too late when I calmed down.

Gulm's fangs were sucking Brian's head from the side.

I guarded it with a twist and a sickle pattern, but the extraordinarily biting force stuck together, causing it to twitch and crush.

"Gulm. You don't have to eat anything. We'll play from here. Slowly chew it down and taste the fear."

When a dog seriously fights, he shakes his neck hard and tries to rip off the meat.

He said he didn't even have to do it, and the Magic Dog Man fooled the old warrior.

Kick Bill's body at his feet.

"Hihi, the three warriors of Hydrangea. Makes me laugh. I can't even sit in the front seat."

"Meiii...! Desecrate the death of a warrior!"

Mocking Brian even more.

"Warrior, where are you? The wreckage of the wretched old man would have rolled. Oh, yeah. I'll tell you something good before I die. It was the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce that asked me to kill you. I'm afraid you're disturbing the Duchess from having an abortion."

Brian's eyes burn in anger.

Strike a killer who can kill people with his own eyes.

The Magic Dog Man didn't curl.

Hihihi, he shouted an evil voice and glanced at his back.

"Leave it to us, and you will eat and kill the Duchess with all her bellies right now. Gulm loves the soft meat of his children. I want to feed the baby in my belly for once. Let's be happy."

"This outer road...!"

Brian's angry eyes opened to fear.

From the darkness behind the Magic Dog Master, two new Magic Dogs appeared.

Not as big as Gulm, but still as big as a veal.

Do you understand the difference in combat power? Then die in despair. Soon, the Duke's son will be there, too. You'll have to babysit in the afterlife. "

The biting force was added at once.

I can no longer tell if wetting my shoulders is the salivation of a demon dog or my own blood.

Brian continued to climb up in abnormal noises and intense pain.

You can't die without them! Face Bill and Bobby! For the wife of the young lady and the child to be born! At least one dagger...! Great Hall! Give me strength...!

The wish was empty and the sturdy sickle pattern broke first.

Fangs swallowed up in both hands.

The tip of my teeth was pressed against my neck.

Gulm's eyes glower with creepy joy.

He enjoyed the resistance of his dying prey.

Not only does it follow only the promise of the Magic Dog, but this Magic Dog has an evil will.

Brian was at war.

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"... uncle. Uncle! Wake up."

I woke up at the call of Princess Scarlet.

I don't think so. The princess fell asleep on her lap.

I've been through countless battlefields for years.

"I'm sorry. Princess."

As she scratched her head, the princess on her lap smiled gently at me to apologize.

"If you want, I'll kneel down."

"What a waste. But if you get a little bigger, please."

Unconsciously, my eyes became hot.

Waking red hair and red eyes.

I can see thanks to the Grand Hall, even though I'm still young.

"Are you crying? Uncle, did something happen?"

He looks up at me carefreely, stretches out and wipes his tears with his fingers.

"If that's the case, I can't help crying. Until I stop crying, I'll squeeze you."

He put his hands around his neck and hugged me.

The close princess's cheeks are buried in my beard.

It may hurt, but don't try to relax your little hands.

Your nose feels tight.

A cute, generous flower of our hope.

"This is tears of joy. The princess's offer of a lap pillow was too happy. I had a reason to live a long time."

"Yeah! I promise. Until I grow up, you'll live forever. Relax!"

And what a sweethearted princess.

A good thing about the Lingers, but everything is inherited by this princess.

I'm glad I couldn't protect you.

I sincerely agree.

I promise. Until such time as the honorable princess appears, we can rest assured and leave the princess alone.

We've always been by our side, keeping the princess safe.

Until that day, it will be beautiful to die.

I swear by the cross of my chest.

I broke up with the young princess with my promised little finger.

The other two little fingers are stretching from the side.

Oh, Bobby. Bill, corrupt comrades.

You guys were there. Join the promise.

Why are you both smiling like that?

Do you like princesses so much?

I'm sure I'll look the same.

I like you so much that you're angry.

Oh, the princess is laughing.

Cute. Cute.

Like our three grandchildren.

Though the young lady's wish to offer her first-time gift was not fulfilled, we had a new dream.

I want to see it. Princess's bride figure.

I'm sure it's breathtaking.

I want to live. Until that day.

But the Princess won't give it to the stranger.

Our princess.

Unless we are convinced men.

Our glasses are a little harsh.

Anyway, the princess is our hope.

I'll give you the greatest treasure.

Until then, the three of us have been protecting the Princess...

"... I will always... protect you... princess... promise..."

There was a cracking sound on the neck and the bones.

Brian, who had already lost consciousness due to lack of acid, heard the sound from afar.

"Hihi, what are you promised? I'm busy. Have you ever seen an acid deficiency?"

The Magic Dog Man laughed.

The three warriors scattered.

The battle on the street ended without the eyes of anyone but the parties.

The sound of the bodies being dragged by the magic dogs sounded nasty.

But the old warriors' deaths were not in vain.

In an unexpected way, it will save Scarlett and the others from distress.

But it's not until now that it's clear.

Now, just beyond the path, the darkness of ignorance was spreading.