The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

[Talk, Alisa]

I'm Alisa.

Alisa Diamandi Noel Fontine.

... Fufu, yes, now it's Fontine.

Fontine family.

A weak aristocrat on the border, capable only of loyalty to the royal family.

The royal idiots who thought so pushed me into the Fontine house, away from me.

I am relieved that everything has settled round.

I didn't realize the Fontine family had long been turned over to the four oldest "Red Nobles".

I was sent to Fontine's house because the four families turned their hands like that.

Really stupid people.

The eagle chicks are scared, and the little sparrows are reassured just to get away from the nest.

Even you could have killed me now, the baby.

If you're in your pocket, you can easily kill them.

When I was sent to the Fontine house, I entered under the protection of the four houses without knowing that I would be unable to take care of them.

And then... yeah.

If you grow up safe until you're about five, no one will be able to kill me.

I wonder why the royal family missed me.

The love of the flesh? Mercy? Fufu, you idiot.

I don't want you to be with this stupid father wearing an iron mask.

To thank you, I will go and peck your precious princess Sama's life.

Enjoy the family reunion until I grow up and move freely.

Because the princess's funeral will be the beginning of royal ruin.

I'm thrilled to hear that bloody cry of the king and queen again.

"God, why didn't you kill me instead! I can't stand this misfortune!"

I wonder if it was.

I'm not unhappy. Of course.

It will be your first experience, but for me it will be your 109th simple task.

I could close my eyes.

It's harder to fail.

Poor poor toys who can't get away from me.

Yeah, I like to see people suffer.

It's fun to hear people cry with grief.

'Cause it's funny.

When I'm in a safe place and I'm visiting other people in distress, my mouth is melting. Feel superiority, make sure you're safe, and feel joy. Everyone must have memories, right? That's human business.

No matter how much I fix it, I know what people really mean.

I'm not ashamed of you. Human misfortune tastes like honey.

Humans flock with joy to their honey, like bees.

The audience of the ancient colloquium did not deny its desire. A big flame that moves the country.

And we created a wonderful entertainment of gladiators killing each other.

They're not crazy. I was completely sane. There were many wise men. They were good at philosophy and understood the human mind well. Masters and ladies say they drove their cheeks up and out of breath in the gladiator's death. Life was an expensive commodity there.

It was the right understanding of the value of life that fascinated me with the sparks that scattered.

I'll show you how to do the right thing.

A clear mask is not required. Just be human.

The weak are trampled down, and those who cry laugh and laugh, just to have fun.

From high ground, the pleasure of pitying others!

Your misfortunes are not meaningless.

This is how you entertain me.

The nature of a barren person reveals itself when life disappears.

A moment when everyone becomes a rare celebrity and shines.

Comedy, tragedy, sarcasm, everyone, stay alive with the vitality of my soul.

That's why I enjoy people's misfortunes to the fullest.

I won't waste a drop of your mourning.

Ahahah! Guys! Poor thing.

Yes, the death of a foolish little villain named Ambrosine was a pity.

The end of a small object that can't afford my share.

Best clown like a bug cherry.

The revenge of the Red Duke, who poisoned my beloved Lady, was quite remarkable.

I visited 108 times, but I enjoyed it without getting bored.

It's my favorite long-run comedy.

What, you want to hear what happened to Ambrosine?

The Duke. Ambrosine was trapped in the Sherlock residence.

Cut your ankle's tendon so you can't escape, and crush your throat with mercury so you can't ask for help.

On the outside, the Duke's mistress is a prisoner.

Relaxed retaliation?

Fufu, that's not how it ends.

This is where the fun starts.

The Duke. I replaced the villa's servants.

Give them all to the families of the victims killed by Ambrosine.

Then all the servants were allowed to possess the poison and blade.

The poison Ambrosine killed the Duchess.

Of course, I revealed everything to Ambrosine.

At their first meeting, they all held a presentation surrounding Ambrosine to see how they resented it. It would be lovely. Everyone sympathizes with each other, anger and grief are amplified, hearts are united, and vows of vengeance are stronger. It was exciting. After that, Ambrosine was completely interpersonal.

And I removed all the keys to Ambrosine's bedroom and private room.

An environment where anyone can kill themselves at any time.

You can't even ask for help, you just look around and resent yourself.

It's no wonder they killed me all the time.

Or maybe he's still taking a little poison.

Ambrosine couldn't rest even when she was asleep.

The meal was mixed with needles, and the water in the water tank was cloudy.

I was always trembling with the look of the dead.

I don't think I felt alive.

The Duke has advised his servants of his private language at work.

They keep talking in Ambrosine's ear all the time.

How brutally Ambrosine took away their precious people.

How much do you resent it?

Every day, even when you're asleep.

Your voice is crushed even as you beg for forgiveness.

Even if you try to escape with your ears blocked, other human hands stretching out of your surroundings won't allow it.

After a year, Ambrosine failed to chew her tongue to death.

She's a very weak woman.

If it's your favorite scarlet, I think I've endured it for 10 years.

Because he was prepared to be killed, and he gave me orders to kill people.

You're not in the same direction as me, but you're a stupid, mean, horrible person.

Fufu, I'm on my way to talking about a bug named Ambrosine.

She's been cut out of her tongue for "humane treatment" ever since.

Well, I can't talk anyway, so it's the same thing.

On frozen nights, nightwear is removed for laundry, and fireplaces loaded with mountains of coal are not lit.

The best dishes are kept in a locked neighborhood and only the smell is carried.

Of course, try to keep an eye on Ambrosine.

At the end of the day, Ambrosine wanted to die, so the ordinary poison threat didn't work.

Even though she is the mistress of the mansion, her life is inferior to that of a slave.

Every day he was cut with a tendon on his foot, but he couldn't even give him a wand, and nobody helped him, and he crawled on the floor like a worm.

But one day, that life lasted five years!

Ambrosine was finally forgiven!

Oh, nice!

May the blessings of God be upon poor Ambrosine!

That day, something was mounted in the Mansion with a curtain on it.

And the dressed Red Duke appeared in the Mansion for the first time in a while.

Crawling on the floor without strength, she glanced at Ambrosine with her dead eyes and laughed brightly.

"Come on, let's go to the ball!"

Understanding the meaning of the word, she grabbed Ambrosine's hair as she tried to escape with a silent scream and dragged her out.

"Congratulations!" "Congratulations!" "Welcome!"

The blessings and applause of the servants echo.

When the curtain was removed at once, countless mirrors appeared, relentlessly illuminating the ugly, old Ambrosine figure.

Five years of constant teasing of mind and body had dealt Ambrosine comparable damage to thirty years.

Ahahah! Poor thing about Ambrosine's face back then!

I wonder if that's the look you get when you stuff all the despair and sorrow in the world.

Just showing me that face meant that the worm Kera was alive in the world.

Really, really, really sorry!!

For this day, the Duke removed the mirror from the Mansion and prevented Ambrosine from seeing his face. Ambrosine knew that she would be thrown into a gorgeous dance venue with her unbearable feet and an ugly figure.

The dragged hallways were followed by black belts after incontinence.

When we got to the Mansion exit, Ambrosine, who was weak and resistant like a hiccup worm, was tight. The stimulus is too strong. The Duke looked down on the remains of Ambrosine, who had been dragged down with one hand.

"... dead."

And I threw it out of the box.

Poor Ambrosine, rolling down the stairs like rubbish.

The sun was shining brightly in my mouth, which opened like an idiot.

Below the stairs, a big man with a big scar on his right cheek stood with his hand in his pocket.

"My friend, Ethel Reed. Revenge is over. How valuable is this woman?"

In response to the Duke's inquiry, Esseleed nodded and threw a few small coins at the body of my ambrosine at his feet. Ri-chan made a sound, and one of them jumped into Ambrosine's mouth. Interesting! I was disqualified as a villain, but I'll praise you for being a clown until the end.

"... this much?"

Essel Lead whispers.

When Ambrosine killed his lover, he looked at the scattered coins and smiled at the way the poor died happily. Small copper coins are worth a tenth of medium copper coins. Ethel Reed hasn't forgotten his grudges.

"... stupid. My sister..."

Esseleed murmurs small and small.

But you haven't abandoned your loved ones yet.

I can't believe you can be a demon! My chest is pounding.

Gentle Avenger, Ethel Reed.

You didn't notice my Amprochine.

If you cared a little about the Duchess and Marie, you wouldn't have died.

Even if you were deported with your body, your life was saved.

But Amprosine didn't even remember the names of the two people she killed.

Of course, there's one other victim.

I know exactly what I love about jewelry and dress fabrics without leaking a minute.

For Amprochine, the lives of others were not even worth remembering.

That's why the Duke and Esseleed were executed.

Really stupid. People's lives are the best entertainment.

The glow of life concentrated at the moment of disappearance is as fading as any gem.

I can't believe I missed that.

Little villains with no aesthetic eyes can't do it.

Families of Ambrosian victims gather in their hands with forks of agricultural implements.

"You're so kind. I'll throw dirt at you."

The Duke laughs as the sound of piercing surrounds the remains.

Every time I was skewered, I danced like Ambrosine's body was alive.

Oh, that's quite a novel dance.

I'm sorry I couldn't show it at the ball.

But it's okay.

I'll keep your shameful figure and name in mind.

You didn't enjoy me so much.

It meant you were killed.

Nevertheless, the Duke's smile is good.

Sometimes I feel like a beautiful demon.

You smile behind your back with a skewer, like a beautiful painting.

More than any famous painting in the court, it appeals to me.

That's why you always kill yourself.

Something worth it.

Ethel Reed became a vengeful demon.

The Devil and the Devil... the two worthy of my prey.

Men who lost their way because of love.

When I hunt these two, I can't hold back my excitement.

My precious playmate. I miss you a little when you're gone.

I want to play all the time, but I can't. The real thing is scarlet.

Even if I look like this, I'm in a hurry.

With the end and the beginning of the fire as candles, me and Scarlet will dance forever.

To do that, I need you to leave, too.

Ah, there were five warriors besides you.

Five warriors... That's funny.

It's a nickname I used to play with, but it's perfect for those funny kids.

The scarlet they're trying to kill, they don't know what it is, and they're challenging the hate...!

Ahahaha! This is ridiculous! There's no other show like this!

Poor five warriors! More, more, poor scarlet!

What will you look like when you find out the truth!!

How refreshing!

?

... Hmm.

This 109th time, you seem to have a very different hobby.

The Duchess, Scarlet's mother survived... the first time.

A fallen genius Cornelia who was provoked by the reappearance of the Magic Bullet Archer.

Scarlett didn't seem familiar, but your mom was a celebrity in some places.

Though the harshness of the "Red Nobles" broke my heart and made me like a junkie.

Is she going to die?

Maybe we should be a little vigilant as soon as we roll.

What are you...?

Oh, yeah! Cute scarlet!

You remembered the looping memories, just like me.

Your disgust is conveyed. It feels good.

You haven't even met me yet, but you're already full of my head!

Fufu, and I hate myself a little bit. It looks like you.

I just remembered the "108 Histories."

Without memories of "true history", the truth cannot be seen.

Oh, Brad and Cerafi are going to be on the scarlet side this time.

Fine. Instead of celebrating, they'll give you a present.

I mean, I feel so good.

Isn't it wonderful that you remember me from the beginning of your life?

Now, five warriors, how will the remaining three move?

Rudy the Moon Shadow.

Like a pale crescent moon, a blurry person like a girl.

Which way do you choose, beast or man, following that big wolf?

Dark Hunter Arnold.

A man with endless anger, with the sharp eyes of a raptor, who tries to spot people's deception.

I wonder if the owl's eyes that see the darkness will now lead your arrows to the truth.

University student Solomon.

A man possessed by madness named academic, who loves poison as much as medicine.

You're closest to me. I wonder what kind of path the stars will show you.

And the monsters of the four houses. My little ones.

You guys didn't show up the last 108 times.

Lovely monsters that only I can get used to.

It's been a while since I've seen you guys.

Ufufu, this is fun.

Oh, Scarlet, I want to drag you.

Idiot. That's not what I forgive.

Even if I wrap Hydrangea in flames, I'll drag you to the playground.

I wonder if I can overlook you for being so popular.

I'm serious about you.

All the natural disasters that are going to happen are in your head.

Of course I am.

Throwing soldiers into the tsunami and feeding the enemy with a swarm of locusts.

Blocks the way with a massive earthquake, spreads a storm, and raids the enemy's main formation.

I'm sure the battle between us will be visible to others, like the battle of God.

If that's all you can do and you still think you can pull it off, do it.

Fufu, this time it looks like a lot of fun!

Magic Dog Gulm?

Ah, it's a big mistake to make it the best Magic Dog masterpiece in Juoda.

At this point, you are indeed a strong foe.

But even if you're just born, you're scarlet.

I will not allow you to die other than in my own way.

No matter how terrifying the enemy looks, Magic Dog Gulm has its drawbacks.

If you're going to be unconscious with someone like that, please die and come back.

Oh, I can't wait to see Scarlet again after the trials.

Come on, let's get this ball started!

It involves not only Hydrangea, but all the surrounding countries.

Glamorous, like the flames of those days!

Let's make everything a firewood that will lift us both.

Guys! Be the flames that illuminate us!!

◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

[Talk, Cornelia]

"Oh, ma'am. It's still too early to come here."

"We still have to have two or three more children."

"Let us finish the babysitting."

Grandpas with white beard, black beard and tea beard laughed.

A sturdy wooden jack hit him violently.

She is seated in a car and enjoys drinking alcohol.

"Finally, the time has come for me to wait and see."

A white-beared grandfather breaks his ties.

"It's not that, but it's not a big boy. Good luck, princess."

Yes, I know these three.

You fought for us with your lives, old warriors.

Brian, Bobby. Bill.

Oh, did I make a mistake again...!

"Hey. If you live, you can make as many mistakes as you want."

"Your wife got drugged to drive you crazy. I can't forgive Sherlock's idiots."

"Go back quickly. The nightmare is over. The boy knows how to poison."

The three grandpas slowly talk to me as if they were merciful.

"Unfortunately, we don't have the strength, but if your wife comes back, it's 100 manpower."

"Magic Bow Hunter, if you have such a brilliant skill, how can you take the elbow for a Magic Dog?"

"Please protect the princess. Your help is what we need now."

But I...

You tried to kill my child.

Worthless, weak-minded woman.

What kind of face should I look at him and see him again?

I'm ashamed. I want to die...

"... you're strong. Probably better than Young Master. You just didn't realize it yourself. It combines the strength of a woman with the strength of a warrior. And if you add the strength of your mother, it's a gold bar for demons. Rather than behaving like a nobleman, you must live in my heart."

"People who don't know the setback seem strong and fragile. A really strong person is one who crawled up from the bottom."

"Stand up rather than grieve. You can die at any time. Live first. We say it's not fashionable."

At all, the three laughed in a generous voice.

"... now, it's time to go. The princess, the young master, is waiting for you."

Brian with a white beard gently narrowed his eyes and melted his mouth.

"My wife's heart disease will take me to the afterlife. Say hello to the Princess and Young Master."

"Yes...! Thank you...!"

It conveys martial arts compassion.

My chest was tightened and I was stuck in the reply.

No matter how much I thank these people, I won't thank them.

"Don't just dress up, Brian. Then I will take your wife's wrinkles. My wife is also a corner of her skin after many years. My skin is damaged everywhere because of the birth. Wrinkles and scratches are men's medals. Don't be shy."

"Then I am as swollen and swollen as a woman after thirty, and a maiden's stretched skin contest. Young Master must have fallen in love again. Swelling and wounds are evidence of warriors. No worries."

Bobby with a black moustache and Bill with a tea moustache staggered each other and broke in.

"Ugh...! Thank you..."

I'm happy, but honestly I'm not happy.

I'm still in my 20s... barely...

Well, you looked so old...

It's a light shock...

And my wrinkles and swelling are treated like wounds...

"Wife. The princess has a monster named Alisa. More dangerous than a demon dog who killed us. It's a monster who burns down a country flatly to make a princess suffer alone. Never relax."

With tearful eyes, I nodded at Brian's words, biting my lips.

Yes, I remember. Alisa, that monster!

That demon who tortured Scarlett, just to kill tender Mary, and whose husband used my compassionate heart to push me into an avalanche!

Forgiveness at all? I will kill you with my own hands.

"Memories here cannot be brought into the world. Unfortunately."

Brian shook his head with regret.

"But perhaps there's only one thing I want to tell you that I hope will be remembered."

Brian murmured slowly and quietly, one word at a time.

"Do not fight Alisa on a full moon night. No matter what the situation. If you fight, your wife will surely die on the spot. Please forget about it."

He spinned the words while praying that they would remain in my body.

... his advice came back to me long after I confronted Alisa and heard a crazy laugh. At that time, in the night sky, there was a full moon of ominous color as blood.

◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

[Talk, Scarlet]

Mr. Cornelia, I'm coming in.

Brad called outside his mother's room, but he didn't answer.

Brad, Mary and I looked at each other.

Your mother feels sharp.

It is impossible to speak up and not respond.

"I'm coming in!"

"Ma'am!"

"Augh!"

Brad jumped into the room in a hurry, and Mary and I followed.

Brad's secret trick has suppressed her, but her mother is still in puerperium.

Just in case we imagined it, we rushed to our mother in haste.

Ah, I'm still being held by Mary, so from my back... because I'm a newborn.

While sitting on her favorite chair, her mother rested in peace.

We stroked our chest down relieved.

The spring breeze suits you well, as if the young lady who was reading had fallen asleep.

Ah, and yet, Mother is really beautiful.

I mean, I feel too young... and Mary and I don't seem to change our age.

The texture of this skin is irregular without makeup.

"Ma'am, you're young, right? After I gave birth to my daughter, I felt rather rejuvenated. I wonder what's going on."

Mary also leans her neck strangely.

Hmm, it doesn't seem to be an illusion in my eyes.

That means the killer is Brad! You're alone!

"Auaaaahh!"

Good at it, I poked my index finger at Brad.

It's been a long time since you called me a cure and gave my mother a beauty surgery!

Please put that beauty spell on me as well. Come on, come on!

"Au au au."

I beg in disdain.

Over the past few days, my muscles have come on and my neck has finally settled down.

Fufu, the fruits of turning back hell have returned unexpectedly.

Now you can make the women's special invisible!

Kufufu, stubborn Blood is also the best.

"No, you, what are you gonna do when you get younger..."

Stunning Brad.

Haahh!! That's right. I'm a twice-week-old newborn!

I almost went back to my mother's stomach.

"In the first place, I have prepared the blood flow and detoxification of my internal organs, but that's all I can explain. I don't know why the heart trouble I first felt disappeared..."

"Auah!!"

Flashing like a scripture, I sharply interrupted Brad's words.

Okay! I'm sure your mother is in love!

Love makes a woman shine, not a miracle!?

"Aw! Ooh! Aaaaaahh!?"

"Well, come on. Don't you think love is magic or something? That can't be happening..."

Brad sighed at me as if he was clean.

"Well, zero-year-olds don't know love properly."

"Auah!?"

What is it!?

What an insult to me said to be a gem of Hydrangea!!

The kings, princes, and princes of every country smiled at me...

Ah, I was slipping through...

I mean, the Queen was too busy to run! I was married to my country!

At the end, stones were chased from all over the country, but... uhh, tears came out.

Oh, my God, Brad! Fix it there! Neonatal kicks will beat you!

Oh, Mary, please relax and let out my beautiful legs.

"No, my lady, love is magic! I think so too! Because Brad and the lady are actually having a conversation! This is exactly what makes you fall in love!!"

Mary sparkles her eyes and talks hot. You hug me like a thrill.

"Ow!?"

"Why!?"

Me and Brad shout at the same time.

Mmm... unconscious. It's a hammer.

Hey, you. Be a little more careful, and shift the timing.

"Here, just breathe!"

Mary seems happy.

No, it's not...

Sure, someday Brad will have a normal conversation with my Aaru.

It's just that he's a cheat, it's not about love.

It seems that Mary's love switch has been on since Brad knelt down and swore an oath in my hand. It's not an oath of love, it's an oath of guardianship and pride.

Speaking of which, Mary, when I asked you about your relationship with your father, you became a romantic cavalry officer and you asked your mother a lot of questions. Even though she's a midwife, Mary is still a girl at her age. I can't help loving bananas...

"... Mr. Brian."

The awkward atmosphere between me and Brad froze with a murmur from her mother.

Mary, on the other hand, has a rough nose.

My mother is still asleep. Sleeping talk. Tears shine on my sleeping face.

Hey, hey, Mom...? That's not your father's name...

"Bobby, Bill..."

Say, tripod!?

"... I'm not too mid-30s... barely in my 20s..."

What kind of dream are you dreaming!? What kind of bedtime talk, Mother!

Maybe you're after my comedy frame!?

This is where the antitrust raging wave came in!?

Will my shova be ruined!?

This is the only place I can be active!

More than a love suspicion, I'm a big pinch!?