The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!! I've never tasted such fear before!!"

The laughter of the Witch of Doom echoes in the Night Forest.

The assassins and horses whose faces were glued to her plants were three-dimensional.

Kick the trunks of the trees instead of the ground and move the space like a lightning bolt.

"Hey... that's it!?"

I caught my face.

I can't follow my eyes.

Naturally. Human eyes are basically designed to cope with what moves on the ground.

Because they don't normally compete with external enemies that spill around the air like superballs.

Because we can also predict the trajectory of thrown balls, even the speed of mosquitoes and flies is inherently only a poor eye that can't be caught if the direction is suddenly changed.

Seeing me in astonishment, the Witch of Doom shakes the green leaves of her face and wins.

"Those who have been parasitized by Yadrigi exert more than twice as much power!! There's nothing you can do when you stand up. Rest assured, it's just a moment of fear. I will soon destroy you and make you my family."

Oh, wonder.

I can see the look on your face, but it looks really mean.

Names don't stand for bodies, bodies stand for names, that's it.

That's too much of a villain witch for words and deeds.

"Hey, don't you have to run away? If you run away, I'll cut off your hands and feet from your back."

He shouted happily with a blurred voice, pointing his finger at me.

Yeah, I guess you like to beat the weak. I hate this type.

Looks like you often say that to me, a four-year-old girl. The roots are rotten.

My mother saw it through her instincts before me.

Brad seemed to have the same feelings as me, sighing and looking at me.

"Suddenly I know how Cornelia feels when she shoots her bow and arrow. So, Scarecrow, what do we do? Run? Fight?"

"... you know the answer, don't you?"

As I glanced lightly, Brad shrugged and pardoned.

When I do such tricks with a maid's clothes, I get a little angry just by being strangely cute.

"Well, but I still have to hear that from your mouth. Come on, hurry up. Everyone's already in the upgrade."

My servants, including the flexing movement, and the Royal Guard, who raised their spears horizontally while riding, looked at me with anticipation.

Yes, yes, I understand.

I turned the tip of the closed fan towards those who had already become the family of the witch of doom.

"... fight. The devil doesn't want to sacrifice humans. Still, I'm a little familiar with Nobless O'Bridge. God is too arrogant to turn his eyes and hands on all the wickedness on earth. So we ourselves judge evil.... in the name of Scarlet Ruby Noel Ringguard. Hit him!! We are not a blade that slashes and tears the darkness in the darkness of the realm."

... I wonder what this is all about.

Perhaps you should have said something a little more like a villain girl...

He shouted "Respond", and everyone entered a state of emergency.

Brad is struggling.

"A good declaration of war. Then we will be your swords and shields. Don't be scared, don't stand back, just look at the front. You will be protected by me."

Standing beside me to protect me, I put a white apron on a black dress.

A slightly large ribbon flashes on the dark hair.

Even though you're wearing a maid's clothes, you're such a handsome, reliable boy.

The appearance is quiet. And yet, the signs are deeper and better than the approaching alien warriors.

Unfortunately, the Witch of Doom seemed to open her eyes as soon as she saw her eyes.

"I have a kid I don't know. It turned into an indestructible will. There's nothing left to say anymore."

I deliberately sighed and opened my fan and glanced at the old woman from the gap.

"Oh, Grandma Leaf, I just want to say three things to you."

What do you mean?

The witch of doom, who had always assumed that I was afraid, was bewildered by a lost voice.

"One thing, I was surprised earlier, but I'm not afraid. Magic Dog Gulm was a hundred times scared. If you want to tear me apart, give me about a tenth of the fear."

Yes, as soon as I was born, I interacted with Gulm, the demonic dog of fear and destruction. Ten times I was prepared to die against a demonic beast with a combination of demonic wisdom and immortality. Compared to that nightmare battle, this is just an attraction.

"Two, you're not the one that's ravaging. We will."

I reached out to the line of the arc moon, which floated thinly in the night sky.

Beyond that, you can see the Outsiders and the Royal Guard intercepting.

I grabbed my hand. That was the cue.

The former men of the Countess Rosenthal were shot down in the air by the Outsiders.

The descended horses were attacked by the Royal Guard's three-horse assault, Trident.

The sound of a hoof runs at night. Dry and unique striking sounds overlap with heavy clashes of sparks.

All that was left was the sound of being hit on the ground.

It was overwhelming.

There was not even a curtain for Brad.

Everyone remained calm and ready, but in the first blow, the enemy was incapacitated.

Only Yadriki's face is already as stupid as Isogynchuk's, but he can no longer stand up. Too much shock caused an abnormality in the tertiary canal, and the neural transmission circuit was broken. It's like a boxer in my leg, and it's useless even if my brain is taken over by Yadrigi. For a while, my body won't listen.

"Ah, stupid... my invincible warriors who have doubled their power..."

I laughed at the witch of doom, who couldn't believe what had happened and was puffing her eyelids and mouth.

"You're invincible with that strength? Don't make me laugh. Our servants are assassination squads, and the Royal Guard is the mightiest Knights of Hydrangea. The power of the earth is different. If you are going against them, multiply their strength by about ten times. You're not here to ravage us, you're here to make us laugh? It's ridiculous to mistake a heavenly moon."

I opened my hand, which was gripping the moon of the scenery, and clasped my fingers.

"So, the last three. I'm sorry to invite you, but I refuse to be your family. Because the Lord is weaker than you are now."

Of course, I also have a common sense of respect for old age. Older people are a national treasure. But I didn't hesitate to act like a scoundrel when I thought the old woman might have spoken to the victim.

"Now, I wonder if you can see the difference in combat power. Now, if you will sit down and swear that you will never do evil again, I will allow you to turn your back and flee. I'll smack you in the back with a mockery."

The old woman trembled at the humiliation when she realized it was in return for the words she had just given me.

"... young, are you sitting on your feet?"

"Like this, like this."

Brad throws himself on the ground with his hands and feet stretched out to the strangled people.

Hey, maid of clothes. That's not the base, it's the five-body pitch. Where are you pilgrimaging to? Hey, don't start putting the wrong knowledge into practice.

"... there's a kid!! I'll kill you!!"

The Witch of Doom was furious that she thought she was gone.

No, I didn't order the five-piece launch.

The vine grass that spilled out of the hood of the Witch of Doom was banging like the tail of an angry tiger. Crawl down to the ground with a noise. That's not all. From the protruding sleeves and hems. It wasn't just the hood, it was the grass inside the robe. The vine grass was filled with miserable thorns.

"This vine grass has been transformed into a super powerful poison. The power of the priests of the people of the forest, obtained by offering their sacrifices, will be attacked from all directions at will!!!"

Apparently, this poisonous vine grass is the pride of the Witch of Doom. You can move like a muzzle, and all you have to do is scratch the thorns and get out.

The witch, who completely regained her confidence, mocked and laughed with plenty of room.

In return, I smiled at him with my nose.

"... cute? Why? I don't have to. I'll declare it. I won't move a step from here, I will defeat you."

I was really angry.

A sacrifice? A priest's power? Don't be ridiculous, don't brag about the evil that has been built on the sacrifice of human life.

He was upset at me staring.

I was a flying little girl, but the victory of the Outsiders and the Royal Guard just now frightened the witch. It stands at the top of the stairs, but the roots are uncomfortable. Anyone who believes in power is ridiculously disturbed when he is shown more power.

"Don't be ridiculous!! I can't do that...!!"

Still screaming to get lost and attacking, you mean you still had as much pride as the shards. Brad laughs in front of countless vine grass that flies endlessly vertically and horizontally.

"... I can do it. Scarecrow, let me borrow your fan."

He put his hand on my head.

"... nh, nice to meet you."

Yes, sir.

Brad, you didn't have to talk to me. You read my plan.

When I receive the fan I offered, I move forward without fear.

The poisonous vine grass attacked Brad and me at once. He roars and wraps it around like a wire saw, covering his sight.

"Hyaha!! What can you do!! The kid is blowing up!! If you eat this much poison properly, I won't be able to save the elephant!!"

The laughter of the Witch of Doom, convinced of victory, froze in the next moment.

Like blossoming cherry blossom petals, Blood's figure faded from his head to his feet and his roots vanished.

"... if you eat it. But I can't. Because I'm here."

Blood suddenly appeared in front of her, and the witch of doom jumped up in surprise. The vine grass that had arrived at me was followed by the Lord, and suddenly stopped.

"... stupid!! Until now, you've been by that little kid's side!!"

"... that's a fantasy. Doppelganger, bloody cherry blossom and cuckoo. When I remember a souvenir in the middle of the night. Only for maids."

No, the last line is snake feet.

"Damn it!! but go back!!"

The vine grass, which was about to attack me from all directions, was all wrapped up on the brink, and turned right. Because the witch cursed dirty and pulled back the vines for self-defense. However, the reaction to the void was extremely slow. The target suddenly changed from me to Brad and looked confused.

"Oh, my God!! You guys, hurry up... damn, useless people!!"

The assassins and horses who were attacked by Yadrigi tried to respond to the old woman's voice, but they couldn't stand up just because they were on the ground. And sometimes it stops moving. Stupid. Maybe he's out of control trying to manipulate the vine grass and his family at the same time?

In contrast, Brad's movements were as vivid as lightning.

I spread out the fan and turned around.

The wind blows around the witch who made vine grass out of her body.

Seems like an elegant dance, but there is a thin blade on the outer perimeter of my fan. I can scratch the pillars at best when I swing around, but when the user turns to Blood, the story is quite different. A branch about the size of a man's arm will be cut off. Not to mention how much it has been strengthened, the vine grass is unlikely to be able to resist its blade area.

The vine grass, dragged back from the forward by the bubble-eating witch, instantly created a blank time that could not be attacked or defended. It's like a stationary state at the top of a parabola. It was too long to destroy Brad at the speed of God. The fan flashed, and all the tentacles of the vine were cut off from the witch's body and danced into space.

"You're too amateur to fight. With your gaze and your indications, you can see the next target. Crushing it before it fires won't help any great weapon or technique."

Brad's friendly laughter seemed to have made the witch look ridiculous, screaming and pulling his hips out. The other person's heart broke. My heart is too weak for a foolish opponent. I've decided on a match. Had Serafi had half the power of this witch, we would have been defeated.

"... such an idiot... why should I be the priest of Viscum..."

I can't accept reality and still murmur, but the light of energy is lost from my eyes. In tandem, the blue diamond light on my chest is weak and disappearing.

Still, don't you realize this guy, Brad, is a boy? It's no big deal to name a witch. It's kind of pathetic... but it's not going to happen. All right, let's keep it spiritual.

"Our maid is the strongest in the world. As she walks, the sea dies, the earth is torn apart, and every living thing is extinct. At your level, I didn't have a winning chance from the beginning. I'll pay you back exactly as I said in the previous dialogue.... know where you're going."

I blew out the spine with a bad push. It's a legend at the end of the century, and I'm self-conscious. But the Witch of Doom seemed to have suffered.

"Goddamn it... I can't believe that monster..."

When the item drips, it becomes immobile. Ah, this grandma. Even if the "people outside the kingdom" tie them up with ropes, they will remain tied.

Confirming the completion of the work, I nodded barely and approached and looked down at the witch of doom rolled around the ground.

"This settled one case. Pick up the wins with just a slip. This is the ultimate in martial law."

When I took out the spare fan, I opened it and declared it high.

He was an easy opponent to whom I had only to deceive.

Brad's face peeled off.

"I don't know. If you can say clearly that you can flatten your life. Your stomach is shaking apart like a little biscuit. Are you scared or something?"

It was extraordinary.

What is he saying to such a delicate and sensitive little girl?

I immediately objected.

"Of course there is, don't treat people like monsters.... because I told you to protect me, Brad. You've never broken a promise. Where is there a reason to be scared?"

Just plain because I have a shield to prevent any attack, I'm a cowardly, pathetic, ordinary maiden who loves flowers and sweets.

When I was indignant, Brad somehow rounded his eyes, then scratched his cheeks and smiled bitterly.

"... I don't know, this kind of natural place. I respect you....."

No, what is it? Why do you look so gloomy not just at Blood, but at your mother and everyone!? Don't even look at your granddaughter like that!! I am an experienced person who has "108 times" the evil queen now!!

"... oh, no. It's not like that. I have to say it's cute. He's a nice guy, but he's still there, uhh."

The voice of a wild man in the wrong place echoed, and we were about to jump.

A nice rusty voice, but it's a woman's word.

When I realized it was coming from the devastating witch leaning over me, Brad jumped out with a voice saying, "... uhh!?" The blue diamond on the witch's chest was shining much stronger than before.

Regardless of our reaction, the thick male voice continues to talk as if impressed.

"But I'm surprised. Big deal, guys. It is stronger for both men and women to settle their stomachs when they are angry. That thought-provoking grandmother can't stand his teeth."

The twinkling of our gaze makes us feel illuminated.

"Oh, no. Don't stare at me like that... no, no."

The rope that was holding the Witch of Doom broke out, making a loud noise with a light shout. He sandwiched the vine grass between the robe and the rope, and cut them with force. It looked as if the balloon had burst under internal pressure. No, that's not all. Not only was the rope cut, but it was discolored and weakened.

"... this... corrosion... can't be the secretion of vine grass?"

"Oh, that ruby princess over there is sharp. You've noticed a lot."

The witch of doom, who became a male voice, stood up and looked at me, soaking up the dirt of the pumpkin and the robe. I felt the wisdom of being a teacher, even though it was a style where only the eyeballs were completely open on the same yardly face as before.

"... plants sometimes release their own ingredients to improve the soil. If you play with that ability a little, you can do this too. Looks like you're the sharpest one in the world."

Despite his tone of voice, he stood and behaved with dignity.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet. I'm one of the same doomed witches as my grandmother. There are three Witches of Doom."

"A witch... you... are a witch, right?"

Brad takes for granted a question.

"Oh, no. The heart is a woman. Call me Onejee at least. I, Dwayne, say hello."

The witch of doom was heartbroken, and Brad and I were stunned.

"You're not a witch, you're a wizard...."

"Oh, wolf witch, Doremi...?"

There was majesty, but there was peace of mind in the conversation.

These are the rare types of high ecclesiastical figures. When I glanced sideways, my mother was loosening her expression. A mother who has been bullied for ten years can discern her opponent's malice with animal sharpness. The mother's forgiveness means that this person is without exception a personality. The Royal Guard horse is also pointing his ear forward and waving his tail slowly.

The New Doom witch, favored by the animals, fell on her shoulders and knelt on both knees.

"Not Doremi, Dwayne!! What a wizard man!! Don't get me wrong!! Oka witches are so terrible!? You guys look so cute and poisonous. My maiden heart cracked.... it's our destiny to get hurt and hurt the most."

The Witch of Doom took a deep breath.

The atmosphere changed.

Blue diamond pendants add more light.

Pressured by the witch rising loosely with the light, the < Outsider People > and the Royal Guard retreated.

"I'm sorry, but let me crush you. I don't hate people like you. I can't resist the new Lord's poor princess. I mean, that girl is better than the darkness of the universe and better than the depths of the ocean. My third child is strangely nostalgic, but I don't like it. Even though the boy with the nose glasses is scared, I can still talk to him...."

The blue light of blue diamonds was no longer the perfect expression. Rotate slowly like a search light.

Mother holds a short bow and warns Brad.

"Brad, be careful. This guy is much stronger than before."

"I know. My back feels tingling with bad signs."

The witch of doom spoke to both of them face to face.

"Well... it looks like we're all hands-on, but I wonder if you two are the main players. The red-haired princess is incredibly powerful, but she still doesn't seem to be able to use her true ancestor's ruby... Before we start the match, let the grandmother control us and the horses go. I don't like this kind of thing."

When the Witch of Doom waved one hand to the side, Yadrigi, who covered the faces of the assassins of the Countess Rosenthal, who were finally getting up, and the horses who were towing our carriage, fell apart. He fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to be dead because his body was breathing up and down.

"... it's quite fair. But don't worry, reduce the number of pieces yourself. There's more than one of us, and you're gonna be alone."

When asked by Brad, the Witch of Doom shook her body and laughed.

"I don't need it. When you manipulate extra things, you become distracted and can still get a gap. That grandmother must have been hit with it. I'll tell you what, I'm strong even if I look like this. And I'd rather welcome a lot of powerless people."

Is that a turmoil specialization? This person wouldn't say such a dialogue if he wasn't as confident as he is.

Tension runs through us.

"Because I'm the only Nice Guys in Berthas!! Harlem!! Nothing but happiness."

No. We came to the Occasional Witch, who made us look happy. Serious doesn't last. What's the recoil? There's a comedy going on here, not running!?