The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

"My parents' Melville family has a secret that has been passed down from generation to generation. I'm sure it'll help us all."

When she removed a part of the slab wall, she pulled the ring at the tip of the built-in thick chain much harder.

There's a hidden room up ahead.

Every time you hear a loud sound, half of the walls that hit you slide.

Inside, you can hear a shrug like a water wheel.

Slowly the walls shifted and the hidden space appeared.

Ooh!

"Aooh!"

Brad and I all shouted.

If I thought there was no wallpaper on this side...

I didn't know such a scheme was in the Duke's Mansion.

Probably a gimmick with a hammer. There must be a hoist somewhere else.

For the 109th time in my life, I first realized the shocking facts.

Well, in the last 108 times in my life, by the time I was around, it seemed that this mansion had been renovated a lot, so the trick itself might have disappeared.

I'm sure your father knew...

What was there was a dark room with no windows.

Maybe it was because it was upstairs, but the air was dry even though it was in a private room.

The slightly dusty smell tickles the back of my nose.

When her mother lit the candle on the candlestick at the entrance, countless shadows swayed the ceiling.

"Hoooo!?"

I looked up and screamed.

Lots of little mummies hanging from the ceiling!

There was a string hanging from the neck constriction.

Chills ran through my spine and urinated through my crotch.

This size is a baby!?

Mother, if you want to be my friend, you need a child alive!

I hope you have more sparkling friends!

Brighten each other's eyes and request someone who can be passionate about love bananas.

Friends whose orbits are depressed after drying are heavily loaded...

Female friends want to sing birds on the hill to BGM and pick clovers of four happy leaves.

This is a stone-loading course behind the demon barking in Sainokawara! Not four leaves, but Jizo-san!

Love bananas, tea parties, it's like a dream...

50 Years of Human Life

"You've surprised me a lot. I was wondering if I could show it to everyone."

Looking closely, they were the roots of dried plants.

It's hanging to dry in the shade.

I'm so glad...

Oh, yeah, that's what I thought.

But why is this on the ceiling of a small room?

Ah, well... don't tell me I'm a little rough.

This is it! Sweat. Newborns have heavy metabolism!

Now, let's see what Detective Scarlett can do to solve the mystery in this room.

Watson... not Mary, let's go!

Hmm, once upon a time, the mistress of the inn had a custom of making homemade perfumes, but for that, there was no room, no distiller, and just a ring bowl, a pulverized wood, and a water bottle on the desk. And then there's a closet in the chair. In the first place, this roots seems to have nothing to do with aroma. But I remember seeing it somewhere...

"Nhhh, ahhh!"

If you smell the paste-like stuff accumulating in the ring, you might think of something.

That's what I thought when I tried to get Mary closer to the tip of my nose.

"Don't come near me! It crushed the Poisonous Woman's Head!"

My mother's sharp restraint made me and Brad freeze.

"Ow!?"

"Yikes!?"

Poison Woman's Head! Flower of the Goddess of Death!

The flower was originally called a "lady's turban" because it resembles a woman's turban.

It changed its name to "Poisonous Woman" because this plant has been used for poisoning many times in history. Leaves, stems, flowers, and all parts are highly poisonous, and even herbivores resistant to plant poison can die if eaten.

The poisonous arrow of this flower, which carries large animals, was feared on the battlefield without two arrows.

Especially the roots contain powerful poison. It has a strange shape, like a carrot with a rounded top and a branched tip below it. It doesn't even look like a dried baby in the distance.

I've been murdered the last 108 times in my life, but several of those deaths were caused by this "poison woman's headscarf."

Starting with burning sensation in the mouth, numbness in the lips and limbs, symptoms of convulsions and vomiting, confusion, and eventual paralysis of the respiratory center, it kills you.

There is no antidote, there is only a way to deal with it so that you vomit.

If you take a lethal dose, you can barely save your life.

Hence the flower of the goddess of death, alias.

The legendary flower that blooms around the throne of the goddess of the Underworld and dies instantly after eating is the origin of its synonym.

It is a very rare plant that cannot be grown, and its discovery is difficult without knowledge of vegetation.

Besides, only those harvested during the blooming crescent night are poisonous.

Something collected at other times is not poisonous. If it is dried a little, it will collapse and become useless.

A "merchandise" level substitute is an eye-catching market value, and I have never seen such a large assembly before in Queen's time.

This poison is actually the ingredient of medicine, right?

This diluted poison has great potency.

Hydrangea is still only aware of poison, but some medicines have been developed on the continent, and the price of the "poisonous woman's headscarf" necessary for medicine is soaring.

It adds even more value to something that is originally rare.

If it's all there is, it's not worth a fortune.

With my knowledge cheat, I can get more wealth from it.

I've come up with a way to draw the hearts and minds of the defiant Wilhelm people at once.

I started taking a quick check in my head.

First, wheat, whether rye or wheat, needs to be bought and isolated in a safe place.

Hydrangea has been prolific over the past few years, with stable wheat values.

It was used as a feed for livestock such as spring wheat. It should be cheap to buy.

There are no shards in this country, including signs of starvation, and the flour shed is full of wheat.

But this year, when I was born, Hydrangea has encountered locust infestations since the beginning of history.

The sudden onset of locust swarms consumes all kinds of plants, the price of wheat rises, and a tragic time comes when even nobles can only taste spring wheat.

The alley was full of starving people, and riots erupted everywhere in search of food.

The chaos lasts six months, the nation is exhausted and its prestige is lost.

With that in mind, the nobles and the people limit the present royalty of Hydrangea.

Natural phenomena, such as weather, do not change over time.

Storms, earthquakes, floods.

In light of the memory of the last 108 times in my life, I have confirmed it.

In this 109th life, the same natural phenomenon will always happen.

The locust infestation is inevitable.

At that time, wheat savings are of infinite value.

Whoever controls food also controls the country!

Welcome, Mother!

We're almost out of poverty!

Please repair the dilapidated house and get new clothes.

I'll give Mary a dress, and I'll buy Brad a maid's spare.

I think I got a fashionable walker because my enemy Brad's knees are crushing his temples.

In times of famine, we must prepare rations so that our people do not starve.!

Serve people for the world and make money!

I, the profit will be properly returned to society!

The happiness of others is your own happiness!

In the famine caused by locust infestation, I hear that many young children starved to death.

The rather tragic situation was easily imagined at a glance at the records of the time.

I had many similar experiences during the Queen's time.

A city devastated by turbidity. A village devastated by plague. People burned in riots.

Children standing with their dead eyes by their parents' remains.

I hid my identity and visited various places.

When I saw a milk drinker clinging to the breasts of her deceased mother and choking her throat, I chewed my fist and caught my swallow.

I wanted to embrace the children and apologize for crying.

But I can't.

I have no right to cry.

I am the queen of this country, the one most responsible for failing to prevent this tragedy.

And no matter what kind of words of consolation I give, I will never return to my lost life.

That's why I didn't apologize or cry, but I ran for aftercare.

That was the only way I could make amends.

That feeling... that helplessness... you'll never taste it again.

No matter how much you regret it, no matter how much you cry, everything will be in vain after you wake up.

I clasped my fist.

If I were you, I could save everyone.

Not only do you apologize in your heart, but you can save them all with your own hands.

So...! This time, I'm sure...!

"... nh"

Brad pulled out his handkerchief from the side and wiped my tears silently.

Oh, was I crying? Oh, thank you...

Hey!? No runny nose! Don't ask for it!

Come on, come on! We have to make a fortune and grab the future to enjoy the drawstrings!

But in that case, I want a capable partner in the Chamber of Commerce.

I'm so sorry about Sherlock, I don't know what to do...

"I'm doing a special job on House Melville's secret. To use on poison arrows. The toxin content of the root is nearly doubled. Be careful not to touch it."

My mother's attention brought me back to reality.

"Have all the flowers of the Goddess of Death hanging here been fortified? Nasty..."

"Auo..."

Brad and I twitched our faces.

This is the amount of savings that we can poison thousands of people.

Besides, it is twice as toxic as ours!!

Combined with the skill of your mother's bow, this is not fashionable.

Really. Sometimes I tried to kill myself with poison arrows, killing all the "red nobles" who tortured me. But the cowardly I couldn't cut through, and every year the poison roots grew... "

She turned her back on us, put her hands on the closet, and her mother murmured.

Hyah! I knew it!?

The humid harshness of the "red aristocracy", on which the Marquises of Baygod took the audio, which caused the mother's illness.

They probably knew that they were playing with helpless kittens, but they didn't realize that they were actually stepping on the tail of a tiger.

How crazy...!

I was grateful to my mother for her weight.

Nobody would have been able to protect them if they had killed that many "red nobles".

Even if she did not commit suicide, her mother did not escape the death penalty.

That way, I wouldn't even be born in this world.

Thank you, Mother.

Thanks to you, I'm here now.

I'll clear up your mother's carelessness soon.

I'll smash a special infant spin and crush their face.

Don't lick the experience you've penetrated the Queen of Evil 108 times.

They'll retaliate enough to pee.

Tie your hands and feet, take off your diapers, and let them drink plenty of tea with a diuretic effect. Even if I leak it, I won't replace it. Go to steamy hell without itching.

Oh, with all due respect, it's like a devil's idea...

I trembled at my immorality.

It's really painful to be left behind after incontinence.

My skin is about to burn with pee.

All the newborns will agree with me with all my opinions.

Shake and good night, thugs.

I will teach you true evil.

... ah, how do I put my hands and feet together first... how do I put on the diapers?

Well, well, okay. In the meantime, if you smile at the decision...

Whoa, whoa...

"Aroo..."

"Lady, you're in a good mood..."

"It's just another stupid evil, isn't it? I think I'm laughing and deceiving you by noticing a flaw along the way."

"Oaah!!"

Shut up, Blood! Don't be ridiculous!

I must tell you the truth of the joy and embarrassment of a maiden!

Look, next time I'm going to reverse spray the milk on your face!

Don't underestimate the infant's underdevelopment!

"Aooooo!! Aooo!!"

"Well, you're a suicide bomber."

"Ow!?"

Haahh!? That's right!

Spit milk on the sky!

"... I threw away my bow once. But Vendell was always taking care of me. Thanks to you, we can protect these children now. Thank you, Vendell."

Mother took an unusual shape of the bow out of the closet.

The bow, which resembled an M-shape, was already stringed.

Thank your father and gently kiss the bow.

"This is another secret of the Melville family."

... a composite bow!?

I took a breath.

I've seen it 108 times during the Queen's time.

It's an outrageous weapon used by far away horseback riders.

They shoot arrows at long range while riding.

The secret was this composite bow.

The single bow we use has to grow in order to increase its power and range.

That's the Longbow.

The Longbow troops are the natural enemies of the cavalry. Because there is a bow power that pulls out the armor.

Hydrangia's proud cavalry, which fought the border conflict a few years later, is forced into a great battle before its onslaught.

The Hydrangeians, who were made to lick their enemies with bitter acid, eventually created their own Longbow unit.

However, because of its size, Longbow's handicap is a weakness.

Big strings are also essential to unleash that power.

Riding and shooting is another dream.

In contrast, the composite bow uses special fibers that rapidly restore tendons that contract after extension on the front of the bow and after compression on the back of the bow. This tendon and fiber restoration helps the bow with the force of contraction and expansion, doubling the speed of the arrow. This allows for a penetration force comparable to that of a long bow, which remains conventional in size.

I knew the theory, but the manufacturing method was extremely difficult and impossible to reproduce during my Queen's time.

I can't believe you told your mother's Melville family how to make it...!

"I'm going to try. Follow me. I want you to understand what I can do, and help me."

Mother walked out with her bowman, tied her hair and wearing a arrow.

Um, Mother, breast compressions...

Oh, you don't need it, do you? We need to stay out of the way.

I know you will. Because I also had that micromilk inheritance.

When I wore the evening dress with my chest wide open, it was hard to be careful in many ways.

If my breast had been 3 cm in size, history might have changed.

It's fine, because it has the advantage of not being able to hang out when you get older.

Fine milk turns gorgeously into beautiful milk when you're old!

Well, it was pointless because I could only live until I was 28.

"Au... au... au... au... au..."

My mother wrinkles her neck as she hears me murmuring.

"I don't understand what she's talking about, but somehow I have a very painful chest."

Brad burst out, and I stared at him with a jito's eye.

I got Mary's breast milk with big tits, and in this 109 times, there might be. Don't deny the future dreams and possibilities of a maiden.

And even if heaven forgives you, I will not forgive you who laugh at you.

"... sorry, sorry. Like I said, I think you're going to be beautiful."

Brad slightly reworked my ribbon to calm me down with a swell face.

"Don't be so angry. My pretty face is ruined."

Squeeze the hopper.

Ehehe, I see.

Ugh, I can't help it. The psychology of a boy bullying a girl he cares about?

Well, gentlemen, I'll forgive you for this one time only.

Mufufu, Mary is somehow sighing at me as she sees me exhaling the swelling air.

"I'm so worried about my daughter's future because she's too chocolate."

Why!?

I'm a steadfast oneechan!

Mother chose the long gallery on the east side for the firing range.

There are no pictures, no furniture, nothing. It's a rough space...

Baygod's depressed grandpa and grandmother took away the roots and gold.

This is just a big hallway.

The dotted Romanian-style decorative columns are empty.

Besides, it flooded from the water veins of the garden pond, and this underground cellar is submerged. The moisture is rising up and tightening, so it can't be used as an indoor playground. The wood on the floor is rotting and shredding...

Because I don't have any money, I haven't been able to repair it.

Ugh, poor people are mean...

"The Melville family had ancestors known as" Magic Bullet Archers "and" Magic Bow Hunters. "This is the technique that she told me about."

Mother held her bow, then breathed several times, and concentrated.

"First of all, bowing skills," tortuosity "... let's go!"

There was a squeaking sound under my tongue. Four arrows were fired at once, so the sound was repeated. It was an unbelievable divinity, but it was from here that it was really amazing.

Continuing straight ahead, the trajectory of the arrow that was supposed to hit the pillar turned slightly.

Divide left and right to avoid pillars. In addition, the pillars beyond that are also avoided. There's another pillar ahead.

Four arrows swirl freely through the columns.

It was an incredible sight as if an arrow had turned into a flying snake.

Okay, so tortuosity...!

I was astonished by the fact of shock.

This technique will allow you to sew up crowds and capture targets.

Mother can stop the prey without being obstructed.

Putting your shield on the front won't stop your mother's arrows.

Because it spills around and pierces from the side.

A wind chirp sounds like competing with Hyun-hyun.

The sound of the four arrows landing was simultaneous.

She adjusted the speed of each arrow to simultaneously land.

Just once, the gallery's thump shook.

"Using Tortoise will reduce the power of the arrow a lot..."

It seems unfortunate that she didn't push through the target, and her mother chewed her lips with regret.

We forgot to applaud and stood still.

"... amazing! Ma'am!! Wonderful!!"

It was Mary who broke the calm air.

Her cheeks are flushed and she is innocent.

"That's how you shot through the Duke's heart!"

Ah, after all, you're going to take it with you in love.

"Oh, I don't know..."

Brad whispered so as not to hurt her mother.

"Au..."

I agreed. Isn't that amazing?

Rather than being lovely, I'm scared of my unbeatable talents.

He's a genius compared to Arnold the Dark Hunter, one of the five brave men who shot me so many times in his last 108 lives. Besides, her poison arrow is the most powerful class of poison.

Even if it's just a scratch, it's imperative.

If your mother's arrows hit you, your survival is almost hopeless.

"Auuuu..."

I trembled at home.

Brad was followed by another Cheetah.

My shadow is getting thinner and thinner.

What are you doing?

Now I'm not the most incompetent.

Encouraging your work!

"Next, bow moves," Kama-neck "and" belly of the snake "..."

Doheeh! You're still showing off your cheesy bows!

Mother, so much! Please soften your hands!

My heroin power is already at zero gauge!

As it stands, I, the specialized heroin descriptor, have fallen!?

"Wait a minute. Mr. Cornelia."

Brad interrupted her mother.

Oh!? Brad, are you thinking of me?

The next moment, my joy was crushed in the dust of the wood.

"Mr. Cornelia, you can also use the arrows. If so, may I burn down this Duke's Mansion?"

You!? What are you talking about!?

Officer! There's a made-up arsonist here!

"You can use an arrow. You can burn down the mansion."

What's your mom saying?

Ah! You mean, a (...) re!

"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh."

It occurred to me that I broke into the conversation.

Then I have a better idea.

It's a corner, so let's do it flashy with a double-step operation!

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Four ghosts looked up at the sky from the back of the hill on the grounds of the Duke's residence.

Sunset was about to change into a night. The sunset ridge that slightly clings to the ground does not depend as if it were a fading fire. Soon it will be swallowed by darkness. The wind was roaring creepily.

"The storm is coming. Before the Royal Guard, before the Duke."

A samurai ghost roars. "You miserable creatures. When the malice of man and the fangs of the beast touch each other, will an ugly monster be born? How many babies did I put on the fangs? Too uncomfortable to face" and throw up.

"I'm not kidding! Those monster dogs are wearing a terrible vest! The arrows, the blades! That's why the brave grandpa got killed! Otherwise, her bow arm won't slow down those dogs!"

A lost female ghost bites her teeth with regret.

She means Cornelia, Scarlet's mother.

"Ah! If I had a body, I could fight next door with a bow!"

Looking at the ghost of a woman lying down and mourning, the ghost of the blubber sighed for a while.

"Ah, well, Mr Sebastian, the Duchess' ancestor, the Archer of Magic Bullets..."

My nose is twitching, I feel sorry for you.

"The smell of iron, horses and oil is getting stronger. But it looks like the SS are gonna be here in an hour. Looks like you're desperately running a horse. Come on.... the horrible smell of monster dogs is already near the Mansion."

"The three old warriors killed by the Magic Dogs were the guide of the Royal Guard. They admired it a lot. Retributed by the Duke, all the SS swore revenge angrily. But you won't make it."

"I wonder how fate rolls. Let's divine it a bit."

When the ghost of the upper part depressed his hand, two wildfires appeared. Roll it in your hands and gently cover your hands and look inside with one eye out of the gap.

"Saa! Tell me! Waiting for the future is light or darkness!

When you release your face on the traffic surface,

"Ha, ha. The soul of the afterlife is about to come out!!"

The female ghost turned around changing her face.

"What the hell! Rotten fortune! Cornelia, she is! I came from the back of the mountain, relying on one of my husband's passions for the Duke! You're gonna make me cry! And yet, after ten years of such hard work! It's perverse to enjoy people's misfortunes. She doesn't get much reward."

On the sword screen of the female ghost, the ghost of the tail noses.

"It wasn't the Duchess who died anyway..."

"Of course! She's not experiencing any pleasure as a wife, no happiness as a mother! If you die unhappy, I won't forgive you!! I'll survive and be happy! You're still laughing so much that there's no practice in this world! !

The grieving voice of the female ghost calling on Cornelia is wiped out by the sound of the wind.

"Goddess of the Moon, please protect the daughter of the descendants of my good enemy..."

"Saa! Presence! Flames of vengeance, flames of delusion, flames for protection, various flames!! I wonder when the last remaining flames of life are!! We are ghosts! It's useless to think I put it in. Let's start with a tour of heights!!"

The ghost that jumped up was assimilated to the whirlwind and faded. A pale wildfire bursts out and becomes a dustpan, sucked in by the whirlwind that swirls with the ghosts.

"... young wolf. I wanted to be like you once."

The ghost of the last samurai narrowed his eyes.

"Our blood moves are not just blades that kill people. I believe you can prove yourself as a shield for protecting people. Protect your mother and child with your hands."

Turn your back on loneliness.

"Seeking power, falling into demons, not what I could say."

The samurai's ghost also disappeared into the whirlwind, sending inspiration that did not reach Brad.

And it's time for the finals.