The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

Croucasian lullabies are songs that entrust the survivors with the thoughts of migratory birds.

In a pathetic investigation, Mary hated this song when she was young, hoping that her beloved soul would go back to heaven on the wings of the bird. My beloved father and mother felt as if they would leave themselves and go far away. They nodded with their ears shut and decided never to listen to the song. I have caused a lot of trouble to the mother who sleeps with me.

Such a person is now mumbling this song to put the child to bed.

"Joshua... it's about time you had a good time. Ouch!! I want to stay!! Look, my mom's hair is not a toy."

"Ah, Marmer."

Most ineffective, his son Joshua is still obsessed with playing with pulling his own hair...

Mary smiled bitterly.

It seems that I have no talent for lullabies.

When you sing a lullaby, you get energetic and laugh...

"Hey, if that's what you want, I'll tickle you too. The bad kid who doesn't have a penis... was here. It was here."

Mary gave up and went into a ticklish offensive.

Joshua leaned back and shouted brightly.

I don't even feel like I'm being played...

Still playing a lot, Joshua, the sleeping son, immediately took a healthy sleep and fell asleep with a happy face. Until now, even though she was laughing so much, Mary slowly stood up and fetched water into the well in the backyard, taking care not to wake her up.

Winters in the Croucasian region are harsh. It has been closed to snow for a long time, and it is rare to go out. The world is closed to snow and ice, white and cloudy gray, and blowing winds. Mary and Joshua passed the winter by each other.

During the snowmelt season that has finally arrived, the earth will be adored with new buds, and the green color will moisturize the earth. When I think that Joshua can finally show you all kinds of things, I feel uneasy.

My father and mother have passed away prematurely, but the memories and lessons they have taught me still support me.

Lullabies are one of them. No, it may not be very helpful...

My childhood husband also gave me a lot of things.

When I was young, I always followed. My mother often made fun of me like a brother or sister. His caretaker, selfish, always followed me without saying a word. You kept an eye on me. When I left my parents, he was the one who supported me in the shadows of despair.

The feeling of gratitude eventually turned into a pale love.

I tried to confess my feelings many times, but I couldn't hold on to the courage to mouth anymore, and I was very depressed every time. I still remember the excitement I felt when I unexpectedly received his affection. It was the first time that they knew each other had been thinking about each other. I fell in love as if I were going to make up for the anxiety of my days, and was bound and married, and eventually I was given a child.

He danced up to Mary's pregnancy, rejoiced, went to a dangerous job to earn a little... and died in an accident.

He was not prominent among the village's youth. He was such a silent husband who was excited a step away from his crowd at the festival. But he was more kind and caring for others than anyone else. Even though Mary was hiding her illness, she got up earlier than usual and prepared breakfast sometime. When Mary caught a cold, she took off her disgraceful clothes and tried to keep Mary warm.

When I think of it, I smile and cry.

Gentle people and the memories involved are very nostalgic and beautiful. When he had just died, all his sorrow had come first, but still his memory was irreplaceable. It helps me to live. I think so now.

I want to give my son a lot of such memories. I want to show you the sky, the flowers, the spirals of the river, the shaking golden wheat hoe. I want to pour a lot of love into you.

There is no father in this house. I'm not wealthy, because all I can give you is memories.

"I'll do my best. With Joshua... so don't worry."

Mary looked up at the sky and murmured the name of her late husband, saying so.

He who was kind, worried if he didn't say so, would surely not travel to heaven.

The man who had doubts about himself till the end.

Even though my body was fractured and full of wounds, I didn't finally leak any pain.

"I can't protect you anymore. I'm sorry I broke my promise. I'm sorry," he repeated.

Born as a man, I wanted to keep the smile of my favorite girl by my side for the rest of my life, which was what he said when he proposed to Mary. A strangely brave dialog that didn't suit him as usual came out unexpectedly. But honestly, he never broke the promise in his life.

... that's why it's not a fraud to go so fast.

I wanted you to live longer because you could break that promise.

If you go to the world one day, I won't forgive you unless you give me a real hug.

Mary complained in her heart to her late husband.

I remembered when I was about to die and began to cry.

I apologized many times for leaving Mary alone. I appreciated the happiness of the days we spent together. I forgot about myself and begged him to find a good man and remarry. And the three parents and children breathed out whispering what they wanted to do.

I'm sure he wanted to tell you more. The silent husband, holding Mary's hand, breathed bitterly, and did not stop talking until her life had vanished. There must have been a remnant. There were tears of remorse on his dead face.

With a sense of loneliness, Mary raised her face.

Great. I'm not alone.

Joshua is here. You are alive in Joshua.

I got you a lot of stuff.

It was me. I was happy to live with you.

So don't cry anymore. Don't apologize.

I'm not lonely. I want you to laugh in my memories.

With that smile, when you're about to lose your memory, gently push my heart.

So that I can work with Joshua...

"... naaan, I'm still a maiden!!"

Mary shouted out of the way.

"Come on!! We have to do our best today!!"

With her arms around her, Mary hung a toilet full of water and walked back to the house. I can't take a bath so that Joshua doesn't get a diaper rash. Even so, I could just fill a large barrel with water about the height of my index finger. Still, bathing like rinsing is important for soft baby skin. Mary was at least kind to me. I really wanted to give her hot water, but Mary couldn't afford to use firewood that boiled a lot of water even though there were no visitors.

But spring is coming. From now on, you don't have to feel cold.

I wanted you to experience the warmth of the sun as soon as possible.

Spring, come, come, come, and sing a nose song, and Mary stood still as she thought about going home all day.

A huge shadow finally appeared from the entrance to the house.

It was as if a blank darkness had overflowed me.

Mary thought her heart would stop at an unexpected sudden appearance.

I don't own it now, but it's a house with horse stables and living spaces, so the gates are wide enough for livestock to pass through. A giant beast crawled out through the gate. In this region without bears, you'll never see such a giant creature except cattle and horses. I thought my neighbor's livestock got lost by mistake.

But Mary realized her mistake when she saw Joshua, a giant fang lined up and a breath of love hanging in between. My son was sucked by an incredibly large dog. Joshua was tight. Healthy red cheeks had already lost their blood.

The toilet rolled to the ground. I heard the sound of water spreading somewhere far away.

"Joshua!?"

Until recently, my son, who was laughing happily, didn't move.

Sudden nightmares shake in front of you. I felt an ice pillar sticking up my chest. My head became swollen.

Calling out the name of her son, Mary rushed over to roll.

"Joshua!!"

I tried to reach out. I tried to jump from the front of a giant fang.

"Don't interrupt my cute child's meal. Innocence."

The one-eyed old man stepped in and hit Mary on the head with a cane.

"...!!"

Sparks scattered in front of my eyes. Still, Mary was kicked in the face as she grabbed her wand without fear and tried to push it. Mary, who did not try to let go of the staff, received the kick properly. My neck peeled. Blood comes out of your head and nose. Mary was still not afraid and tried to step forward.

Mary didn't know at this time, but the old man was a criminal called the "Magic Dog Man," and the monster was a Magic Dog specializing in child killing. While training and motivating Gulm the Magic Dog, he was looking for the victims. Joshua suffered from the poison tooth.

"Perseverance, for some reason. The kid's already dead. My neck broke just because I sucked a little gum. There's no point in rushing there now."

The old man ruthlessly threw up and kicked Mary again and again, trying not to give up and reach out to Joshua. It was a merciless way of making violence a daily routine. Mary didn't play. I didn't hear the words of the old man. I didn't even try to drain the blood. No matter how much they kicked me, it didn't matter. All I could think of was getting my child back and hugging him.

"Joshua... turn around...!! Turn around...!!"

The mother's obsession with the monk's magic dog is also a problem. Retreat and scream.

"Nah, what persistence! You can have as many children as you want later!! Gulm, finish your meal now!!"

Huge beast fangs rang. I smashed Joshua's body. The sound of chewing sounds.

"Ahhhhhhh...!?"

With a scream, Mary threw out the Magic Dog Man.

Surprised by a force that doesn't seem to be a woman's thin arm, the Magic Dog Master has a buttocks.

"Wow!! Gulm!! Throw a child's corpse at her and show her the reality!!"

The wizard dog man, exposed to the ugliness, shouted violently.

"Joshua!!"

At Mary's feet, the magic dog Gulm threw Joshua's wreckage away in a troublesome way. Mary hugged it to jump. I gathered it. It was terribly eaten up and almost lost my right half. It was a bloody mass. It was clear that he was no longer breathing.

"Joshua...! My mom's going to help you now... Great! I'm sure you'll be saved... because Joshua is a strong boy..."

Still, Mary believed that Joshua would open her eyes again.

I wiped Joshua's face with my clothes and kept talking.

"Ha, with barely half of my face left, is there anything I can do to help? I'd say he's long dead. Let me mess with you."

A magic dog user who was unconscious of unexpected resistance gets irritated and malicious.

Without realizing it, Mary kept calling out desperately.

"Joshua... wake up. Hey, wake up. You're asleep, right? So it's time to get up. Hey... look, I won't even play with my grandmother's hair...!"

I'm not not breathing. I just wanted to think that I was just sleeping.

"... pull and play like usual... laugh...!!"

And Joshua's little hand slipped through his trembling fingers as he tried to grip the bundle of hair, and drooped loosely without strength.

"... damn it, stay with me forever. A woman is very stubborn. Let's go, Gulm."

He threw up with astonishment, and the Magic Dog Man turned his back. There was sweat on my forehead due to pressure.

The sleigh and the magic dog Gulm also follow.

All that remained was Mary, who continued her unworthy embrace, and Joshua's little remains, who were left to shake.

"Just a little... wake up... please... Joshua!!... laugh at your mother like always... hey...!"

Mary's sad call continued unabated.

Joshua's funeral was arranged by the villagers.

When Mary, in a state of rest, tried to take Joshua's remains, she cried out madly and held her hands tightly without letting go. And whosoever came in unto the pity was compelled to weep.

When he was buried in the cemetery, he had recovered himself to some extent, but he remained on his knees in front of the cemetery and did not move from there overnight.

But even if you mourn, time will not stop.

A human being who is left behind cannot live just by crying. Only some blessings are allowed. I can't afford to be around forever. Everyone lives every day, so it's full of effort.

Mary eventually regained calm on the surface.

A month later, I lived the same daily life as before.

I began to make jokes with people.

I have not forgotten my sorrow.

Unforgettable is why people cannot live unless they behave brightly.

That day was a dazzling, warm day.

The frozen winter was long gone, and the spring light was spreading out in full view.

To avoid wasting the sunny weather, Mary dried the laundry with her eyes closed, and the cat lit her face in the garden. She has a curious personality and tries to pull her head closer to Mary.

"Oh, this is the first time I've seen you. You moved here? What about your mother?"

As he unexpectedly rolled his face and reached out, his cat, which jumped out in a hurry, suddenly picked up his neck. Being alert, Mary smiled bitterly.

"Great. I won't do anything. Hey, Joshua..."

Reflectively, she shouted at her feet and became stiff. I put a baby basket with Joshua at my feet, and the habit of doing chores while talking came out. Turning around, I felt like my son was still laughing when he came. The baby basket is deep in the barn so that it will never be seen now.

a glimpse of happiness The illusions of the past were bright enough to stop the fingers

The laundry fell off Mary's hands as she stood still.

"... I did... Joshua isn't here anymore..."

Murmuring.

If there is any fallen laundry, it spreads with rust.

The surprised cat sucked on the baby and jumped into the bushes and disappeared.

Mary picked up the laundry with her slender eyes and soiled it.

"I'm glad the weather is nice today...! There's so much I can do..."

I blurred my voice as I tried to lift it up energetically.

The feet that were about to walk out stopped.

Mary's shoulders trembled.

Winter is over, but there are no more families whose father, mother, husband and son wanted to share the joy. My chest ached sharply when I was alone in the warmth of spring.

"Hey, Joshua... you know what? Spring. It's so warm...

I remember the day I laughed so much at my son.

"When spring comes, let's go out for a walk with her. Because there are more beautiful buds and flowers growing than her hair. Come on, Nikki ~

And he looked upon his finger as a sprout from the earth, and moved it in front of Joshua's eyes.

Without knowing what the words meant, Joshua grabbed Mary's finger and smiled happily.

Joshua's warmth, voice, smile, and strong grip came back to her head, and Mary stood still.

"... ah..."

Mary spoke quietly.

Tears were spreading through the cheeks of the smile that I couldn't help but make.

Joshua passed away knowing nothing but the cold of winter.

My son, who was not happy in spring.

Mary subconsciously whispered a lullaby that Joshua had always been sleeping with.

Every time I sang, Joshua was cheerful and laughing.

Has Joshua's soul reached heaven upon the wings of the bird?

Would you have gone by your gentle husband's side?

Are you asleep in peace and quiet in heaven?

What was caught was destroyed.

"... fugu... uhh... ahhhhh...!!"

Mary burst into tears as she hugged the laundry.

It was a white cloth that put Joshua to bed.

I can now sit alone.

I was able to do a lot of things, and I was watching the speed of growth.

It was from now on. Everything was about to happen.

I was going to give you a lot of happiness.

And yet...!

"I... I couldn't do anything to Joshua...!!... I couldn't protect you...!!!... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...!"

The sorrow of regret echoes sadly. There's nothing here to comfort or laugh back at. With the smell of spring when life sprouts, the breeze flows. The beautiful green that Mary wanted Joshua to see, the spring sun that she wanted her to feel, spreading gently outdoors.