The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

The back of my ear must have hurt.

Suddenly, fierce pressure fell on my back.

We jumped outdoors so that we could be pushed up by the strong wind that broke out.

He landed brilliantly and ran about ten meters and Brad stopped.

"Ah, no! Strictly Safe!!"

Lower your mother and Mary and breathe.

My body was sweaty. No, it was bloody.

It's because of the bloody smoke that was erupting all the time.

It subsided apart and sprayed around Blood.

When the effect of "blood redemption" is exhausted, the color of the eyes returns from red to the original black.

"No, no, I can't move a step. Maybe my allies will come already, and I'll faint a little..."

"Redemption of Blood" drains health to its limit.

In exchange for an explosive improvement in physical abilities, they are forced to become immobile for a while.

So even adult Blood only used it as the last trump card.

Not to mention that he shouldn't have borne half the burden at this young age.

Brad stretched out his arms and legs and fell asleep, unable to move.

I was exhausted and pale.

And yet, he fell with me in his arms until the end.

"... hey, you... me and..."

I talked to him about something, but Brad had a bad tooth cut.

"Well, we'll talk about you later..."

That's all, and Brad fainted.

Good work. Good work.

You were certainly a knight.

On behalf of the children and the mothers, you have done a fine job of clearing up the carelessness.

If I were an adult, I'd give you a lap pillow, but this is the best I can do with a newborn.

I climbed up the chest of fallen Brad and gently kissed her cheek with gratitude.

"Nh..."

Brad walked around and I rushed off my lips and quickly retracted.

Scarlet Fast Departure!!

Ahh!! He wiped my kiss unconsciously!

You'll punish me!

It was when I tried to shoot Brad with my vengeance.

The ground swayed like a giant hit a hammer from the ground, and our bodies rose for a moment.

The fallen "Romanian cheek" reacted to the water in the basement in earnest.

The burning "Romanian cheek" causes a secondary disaster when hit by water.

It explodes like a volcanic eruption, knocking down the surroundings.

The scale of the damage is greater than the initial high temperature combustion.

I've seen it so many times in my life.

Those who tried to extinguish the fire and sprinkled with water were blown away, and the explosion and scattered high heat flames caused further disaster. "Romanian cheeks" are the flames of hell that must never be raised.

The roof of the Duke's Mansion burst out.

With the inflated internal pressure, the window frame of the house collapses toward the outside, and with the roar, the walls raise the smoke and collapse.

White smoke of steam erupts from the gap in the Mansion, and the color of the high temperature flame is blinking several times (every time) like lightning.

Romanian-style columns fell one after the other.

"(stepfather and stepmother...) The mansion collapses...!!"

My mother squeezed her fist tightly.

Hey, didn't you say something messy with ()...?

That gat pose is the one your lady shouldn't do in public...

As the old man screams and the beast growls, the Duke's Mansion destroys itself like falling inside.

Burned by heat and steam, the mass of debris crushes them in agony.

The sharp sound of broken wood and the roaring sound of stones hitting each other and hitting the ground bother your ears.

It was as if all the connections and nails of the building materials had been removed.

The impact of the explosion of the "Romanian Cheek" destroyed the foundations and pillars and made it impossible to support the weight of the Mansion.

It was very similar to mooring the tunnel directly below and burning down the pillars and breaking down the castle wall.

The grounds of this mansion are full of underground cavities.

It's a remnant of the water pulse.

The space must have been crushed by the impact of the explosion.

I was staring at a building that was falling into smoke.

"Ma'am... ma'am... Brad... I'm sorry. It's my fault that I put you in danger...!"

"No, Mary. Rather the opposite. Your protrusion broke the dogs apart, so we were able to destroy each one. If all of us had been waiting, we would have been hit by three coordinated attacks from the beginning, and all of us would have been killed by now. Your actions have saved everyone."

Mother restrained Mary, who tried to apologize, and gently stroked her head.

I also agreed with my mother.

If we had been attacked simultaneously from the front with the unsinkable gum and from the side with the other two, we would have been finished.

Maybe that's how they fight.

It was a mistake to destroy two demon dogs early.

It's a tribute to the injury, but Mary's actions saved us as a result.

"I'm sure your son Joshua has led you to save your life. So take care of your life and live with us from now on."

"... yes... yes... ma'am...!"

Mary was crying.

I finally got rid of the long nightmare.

Mother holds her shoulders gently and comforts her.

I'm sure Mary's feelings are well understood by a mum who has had a hard time seeing her.

We stood there until the sound of the horse's heavy hooves approached.

Ah, of course, I'm not standing yet... and Brad's still breathing...

"What is this!! The Duchess is gone!!"

Around thirty knights came.

The gold embroidery on the back of the body (brigandine), color-coded on the red and blue exterior fabrics, combined with countless gorgeous rivets that also decorated, was a vibrant decoration at night. The cloth lined with sheet metal is also very fine. I had the impression that the royal furniture was moving, but it reminded me of sophisticated furniture rather than art.

Some have slits on either side to prevent the movement of their arms.

The skirt around the neck and waist uses a clasp, and the area touching the front of the armor is accommodated by lengthening the lower hem of the torso. Those with bows were not attached to the toenails and armpits, while others were fitted to the hands and legs with armor equivalent equipment.

All the horses riding were fine horses.

There is too much force in the back leg.

On his chest was a bright decorative cloth designed in red and blue like the knights' torso.

The same is true of the cloth under the saddle.

If I were alone, I would have mistaken it for the horse of a good horse contestant.

The horses did not collapse in density and slowed down like a single creature, switching from fast-feet to full-length. Just a little distance away from here, we'll stop in a straight line.

Excellent alchemy.

Horses are sensitive to sound and smell.

The sound of the Duke's residence collapse did not move, and the smell of the magic dogs would remain in order on the spot, so they are not knights and riders like you.

I saw at first glance who they were.

I have seen it many times in my previous "108 times" life.

I'm sure Brad was relieved to feel them approaching.

It was wonderful to sniff between enemies and allies without even seeing them.

Hydrangean Royal Guard.

It's the last fortress of the royal family and a thousand horses.

Even though they are below the stature of the noblemen's protégés, they are allowed the finest equipment because they are the most powerful troops in a few elite kingdoms.

When the former Hydrangean king was ready to die after a great defeat, he stemmed from a mixed army of junior nobles and civilians who broke through the middle of the enemy army, defended the king's life and achieved a miracle retreat, whose name is synonymous with strength and courage in this country.

This is the only path open in this country for a boy to lead his dream career and for a civilian to become a knight.

A knight finally slips out of the horse colony and advances his horse to us.

"In the event of a fire, the more I stand before you, the more rude I am now. We, the Royal Guard of Hydrangea!!, were appointed by royal decree to defend the Duchess. The Duchess is gone."

A giant man with a horse picked up a sallet helmet on the back edge and thanked him.

She also raised her eyebrows and big eyes.

He looks like a rock, but there is love.

The old man, who was strangely polite to the heat, was a familiar face to me.

Well, at this point you were captain of the Royal Guard.

"My name is Matsuo Jedi Noel Valentine. I am captain of the Royal Guard. Are you ladies not injured?"

I'm worried about you.

Mary is crying.

Mother in Butsubi costume.

Blood in the shape of a maid that is stretching.

I'm a newborn who's clinging to his chest.

Behind it is the semi-destructed and burning Duke's Mansion.

Even in this anomalous situation, it does not move at all, and the spirit of knighthood that gives priority to women's and girls' worries is unusual.

Mary, who was crying, seemed to be particularly concerned, and she looked at it twice.

It made sense for Brad to feel safe.

Because even if heaven and earth pull back, they're not men who harm women and children.

In the "108th", his iron fist relentlessly tried those who tried to work violently on women and children, whether they were enemy allies or noble civilians. His righteous iron fist had the power to pull his armor.

How many women exposed to the war were saved by him.

I know such a man well.

Because I was a close associate when I was queen in my "108th" life.

I lived a rough childhood, but I was a nobleman who tried to repay the favor by turning to a loving nurse and crying out for repentance for saving my life with selfless love and becoming a more honorable and gentle person than anyone else. Disappeared by the unrest, his proposed welfare policy, of which the weak are proud, was novel and attractive.

A man who cannot overlook a woman's tears, Lord Valentine.

A brave man who compressed and shredded the nobility.

Whether the children knew by instinct or wherever they went, they were always surrounded by children regardless of their status.

Even though he was a big man, he was as popular as a big, quiet dog.

"108 times" always kept me up and protected me.

And to let me escape, at the end of the day...

When I remember, my chest gets hot and painful.

I took a deep breath and relieved myself of the intensely swollen emotional pressure inside my nose.

Anyway, he's a trusted man.

Well, the difficulty is that it's so hot and painful...

"The Duchess is me. I'm dressed like this..."

My mother looks ashamed of me.

She keeps trying to pull the cloth down and hide the thighs.

I'm sorry to hear that. The Melville family costume, it's harmless and unprofitable.

A costume that mixes exposure and maiden hobbies with such a handsome head cape is bound to be suspicious to everyone. I'd like to complain to your ancestors.

"Oops!! That's exactly what the Melville family is wearing!! This is rude!!"

Captain Matteo of the Royal Guard quickly jumped off the horse and lowered his head to his mother.

The other SS knights follow suit.

"I hear that the attire, which imitates the appearance of the Goddess of War, is worn by only the master of the bow who has reached the temple, even within the Melville family. This is what makes you the Duchess herself."

Whoops!?

What a costume, it just helped!!

Thank the ancestors of the Melville family...!

The Royal Guard does not try to hide its respect, but looks at her mother.

Particularly striking are the archers.

"The Melville genius..."

"Raw Cornelius..."

"How dare you be so pathetic. It reminds me of the white lilies of the moon and night."

"I saw it. During the inauguration ceremony, it was really amazing..."

The excitement hasn't been hidden, even though we've met in a quiet voice.

"Madam... white lily... raw Cornelia...!?"

Suddenly exposed to a praiseworthy offensive, her mother was stunned and stunned.

"You guys are rude to the Duchess... this is rude. Many of us in the Royal Guard like bows. For these people, you are a special being when the hunter of the demon bow returns. Twelve years ago, when I saw your divinity as part of His Majesty's inauguration ceremony, I felt so moved that my soul numbered. I respectfully ask your forgiveness for their rudeness."

Captain Matsuo laughs bitterly and apologizes.

Oh, my God. Your mother was a former idol of the Bow World...

I'm sure the Magic Dog guy knew.

According to Captain Matsuo's explanation, at the King's inauguration ceremony, Melville showed off all his bowing skills and grabbed the hearts of the bow kittens. Hydrangea has little bias against bows because bows are a national feature of home art. Unlike other countries, where spears and swords are considered knights' honor, there are many knights who prefer bows.

"I don't want to... I can't believe someone came to remember such an old time. I was young back then, so I had an indecent ugliness..."

I see. Mother on a young day, without any effort, opened up the bow divinity and performed on a sunny stage.

Looking at her mother leaning red, the knights of the bows were poking at each other so that they could not see each other's sides.

Wow, if this is a ball, Mother, it's too late to apply for a dance.

That's it, Captain Matsuo's big eyeballs stare at it, and everyone shrinks and atrophies.

I finally understood how the "red nobles" tormented my mother with shade and moisture.

Mother had too much applause at the commemoration.

Back then... no, I'm still so cute for my age.

There were many men who were fascinated by their appearance and their brilliant bowing talents.

The evidence is that some of the SS here are blinking like boys.

Of course there were ladies and daughters who didn't find it interesting.

Then I added the success story of marrying the "Duke of Red", and the boxing would have been decisive.

Mother probably didn't understand at all, but those who stand out in the social world have to be good at shadowing people twice as well as their brilliance.

Just being pure, young and beautiful, unless you're in the queen's class, will crush you in no time.

It's a good village.

With a gorgeous interaction, the ladies rate each other with everything.

Because that rating is where we stand in the social world.

So, trying to show your value higher, trying to be rotten, trying to join a reassuring group.

This is the world of everyday tea and tea, such as footsteps and mouths.

The color of the shadow is deeper and more gloomy than the glowing, dazzling place.

My mother was struck by that negative emotion.

Not to mention, unlike the "blue nobility" in the "red nobility", there is little aesthetic consciousness of the responsibility of the noble.

Many outdated people only recognize their people as serfs.

Sometimes nobility mistakenly assumes the right to live and kill, and sometimes it is useless in the realm.

The pain of people is mixed with dull, clueless idiots.

I don't mind ignoring it, but unfortunately, my mom had a feeling she couldn't keep quiet.

As a result, the groomless stepfather and stepmother, Mr. and Mrs. Bigod, set off a dark fire of jealousy, which led to a terrible flame of bullying.

It was doubtful that the "Red Nobles" had moved bullied with the unsightly Baygods as their flag, but I was finally convinced. Only if there is a foundation for jealousy.

Which means there must have been someone else who was pulling the thread behind it.

... other than Mr. and Mrs. Bigod.

Probably the woman who was the social organizer of the "Red Nobles" at the time and who was concerned about the "Red Duke" to your father.

I don't know if he's married or single.

What do you want with such a difficult, sick father?

Rather than the Duke, I don't need the Duke.

Well, you seem to be squeezing a lot of people, and I'll let you beat back the mental distress that your mother has suffered. Don't lick me for "108 times" of your life, fighting through the social world.

Even if you don't have a nobility register, the faces and names of most nobility families are smacked in your head.