The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

... but the Countess of Rosenthal had endured severe pain. The feeling of vomiting and dizziness is constant. If you're even a little distracted, you'll be stuck in the spot.

It was something I was prepared for when I activated my Demon Eye. I know. My life will burn out tonight.

An eerie chill is eroding from the bottom of your body. The vitality is rapidly spilling like sand. Temperature is being lost. However, the heart of Countess Rosenthal, who had found a light of hope in Cornelia, was warm, so she didn't care if a cold death was imminent. Compared to the 14 years of suffering that Vendel continued to hate, it's nothing like this.

"The Demon Eye is powerful, but it's a very dangerous ability." If you use it beyond its limits, it will suck your life away as a price. Once that happens, it won't stop until it dies. And it is accompanied by a severe pain that is frantic. It's more than a Mermaid getting her legs... "If you want to reconsider, now is the time."

and when he gave her the ability, Solomon advised so.

The Countess of Rosenthal did not hesitate. She was not a child to the extent that she could be innocently believed to be given great power at no cost.

"Mermaid? Fufu, I'm more of an evil witch." So, if your voice is the price, I'll stop. Villains must be able to throw up hateful lines.... but I'll give you my life. I just need a little bit of it. Even if you are a demon and want a soul rather than a life, I will gladly take this hand. "

Yes, she laughed frankly and accepted the demon's eyes. Because the power of her magical eyes was the only way she could make amends for the night of the ball fourteen years ago. I've always regretted that I didn't help Cornelia at the time, which led to ruin.

"There's no such thing as a cheap purchase where my life is just like that and my hopes are not fulfilled."

She thought so in earnest, not in strength.

... the true power of the Demon Eye is not a simple hallucination or hypnosis.

Everything that happened in the demonic eye barrier was remembered as real, even if I took out the demonic eye. Even if it is a reproduction of the past.... in other words, if Cornelia acts majestically at tonight's ball, the memory of the red nobles will be overwritten if it was a real past event fourteen years ago. Even after Countess Rosenthal, Lord of the Magic Eyes, died. It is tantamount to a redo of the past.

The Countess of Rosenthal was always concerned.

Fourteen years ago, the ball not only left a deep wound in Cornelia's heart, but also brought down Cornelia's memories to the red aristocrats who had participated in the bullying. They are insidious and jealous. The higher Cornelia's reputation, the more interesting it would be to hear that Cornelia was always shivering with dirt. Some of them have already circulated the rumor. In the social world, the more light, the deeper the darkness. It was a bone stuck in Cornelia's throat.

I won't let the boredom pull Cornelia's legs any further.

Cornelia rewrites the memories of the nobles of the source of the rumor, from contempt to surprise and praise, in order to continue her bright life with Vendel. That was the true aim of the Countess of Rosenthal, and it was a shame.

But if Cornelia herself was a woman who wanted revenge more than the restoration of her honor... "

That's why the Countess asked Cornelia in the carriage.

The answer was more than I wanted. Cornelia wanted to live for her loved ones more than revenge.

The chest of Countess Rosenthal was filled with joy and pride. The confusion has disappeared. Cornelia was still a suitable companion for Vendel. He deserved to risk his remaining life.

After 14 years, Cornelia was a respectable woman of her faith. The ugliness at the ball that night was nothing but a dirty trap for my parents-in-law, the Bygords. Maybe I could have been a friend. What a futile detour. When I look back, a sad and lonely wind blows in my heart. Vendel and Cornelia are not the only ones who have messed up their lives. The same was true of Countess Rosenthal.

... I can think of a past that has gone too far.

Countess Rosenthal lived half her life just to protect Vendel. I threw away my love, peace and pride. Without identity or money, she was the only one who used her blessed appearance, crossed among the men, and finally climbed to the Princess of the Emperor's throne, because if she didn't go that far, she couldn't get the power to protect Vendel from the shadows. In the process, several rivals were kicked down. Sometimes I was coldly abandoned by a man who had given me all his possessions, even though I was stuck on my feet, telling him not to go.

Rona's pure heart was completely lost. But sometimes, when I was alone at midnight, the kindness of a girl came to life. At that time, I was stunned by the gravity of my sins, and I vomited uncontrollably.

I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! Please forgive me!!

The Countess of Rosenthal covered her face with her hands, curled her hair and wept. No matter how much you scream your apologies, the eyes of the victims are full of resentment and sorrow. I stroked my head and threw a curse. The Countess of Rosenthal restrained her chest, covered in vomit, and laid her head on the floor.

When Rona was young, many men passed her. I wanted to die because I was bewitched. But it was forced by my father. I didn't even think about using my body to entangle someone. Even though I was well, my heart was beautiful. But now the Countess of Rosenthal is no longer a victim, but a perpetrator of myriad resentments.

It's been a long time. Even in a gorgeous social world, smiling was a mask. I hadn't laughed in my heart in years. The eyes of Vendel in her gentle memories were painted with the colors of her eyes of contempt and hatred. I can't remember the smile I had when I was a boy anymore. There is no one to rely on. It looked like a hole had been cut in his chest when he was alone. The Countess of Rosenthal cried alone like a girl, thinking of the lost past when she clasped the faded rose decorations that Vendel gave her to her chest with both hands.

Still, I survived the Shura hell because I was proud to be able to save Vendel's plight with many enemies by turning my back on him as a powerful man.

The little pride was the support of Countess Rosenthal. And yet, on that ball night, I crushed it with my own hands.

"When I was proud of my power, I didn't have to save Cornelia from the bullying of the red nobles. But I... couldn't forgive her. I was wondering if the person that Lord Vendel chose as his companion would succumb to these people. And I thought it would be good if I felt a little bit painful. That led to an irreversible situation......

I didn't hesitate to help Cornelia when I was Rona. At that time, I couldn't take a step forward, and I turned my back on Cornelia once because my heart was dirty. In the meantime, things were running into irreversible ruin.

Grievance burns my heart.

Vendel suffered for decades because his wife Cornelia's heart was broken and she couldn't come forward.

"I... secretly fell in love with my benefactor, Vendel, who was eager to help... and I pushed him to hell with my own hands."

At that time, I felt a little more discouraged about Cornelia, and if I had the kindness to confirm my feelings, this would not have happened. I'm sure he was jealous of Cornelia, who had everything he wanted. Such a boring thing messed up Vendel's supposedly happy honeymoon and drove his life mad. Cornelia and Vendel misunderstood and continue to hate her.

"I'm sure this is a heavenly punishment that ruthlessly trampled a lot of people for a purpose..." I was an idiot. But it's too late. I'm not forgiven for just regretting it, and I don't have time. And it was too sloppy. I can't be your friend...?

Cornelia is different from herself, who can't crawl out of the darkness. A woman who can live the path of light. When the Devil Dog Gulm came, the fallen genius rose again to protect her daughter, Scarlet.

I was glad when Cornelia told me she wasn't thinking of revenge on the Red Nobles. It is not easy for something powerful to break the temptation of retaliation. The Countess of Rosenthal, who was otherwise unknown, superseded her rivals with power and finally framed herself at her feet, and remembered the dark pleasure. Humans do not forget the humiliation and resentment they have suffered. Bloodthirsty eyes will always impress beasts who seek opportunities for vengeance.

The beast growls with resentment.

How dare you!! How dare you!! You denied me!! You made a fool of me!! You saw me!! You looked great!! You wanted to know!! From above!! You were miserable!! You hurt me!! You can't forgive me!! Why only you have to suffer so much. Do you have to be irrationally treated!!

I want revenge!! I want to laugh back like I was hit!! I want to look down from the top!!

The beast barks at anger.

Ahhhh, I want to make you suffer the same way, and I want to refresh you!! I want to thrust my fingers into my mouth and cough!! I want to deny you everything!! I want to!! I want to let you know that I was right!! That's why I want to suffer a postcard!! I want to cry and apologize!! I want to be pissed off!! I want more!! I want to make me feel superior!! I wish he could be shot by all the humans around him!! I wish he would be made a fool from all over the world!!

It is an ugly urge that more or less everyone has. It is the sadness of a man to be sprinkled by the beast.

".........!!"

The Countess of Rosenthal groaned in agony.

"Um... aren't you sick?"

The countess bitterly smiled at Cornelia, worried.

Like this pain that constantly burns itself for the price of the demon's eyes, resentment makes people nervous and insane. It was a familiar sight for the Countess, who had risen up in the social world.

But the Countess knows very well those who weren't, even if they were ridiculed as beautiful. Lorna's beloved mother and brother did not resent the unfortunate circumstances, but lived for their beloved family, not for themselves.

And Cornelia made the same choice as them.

Countess Rosenthal looked beyond Cornelia at the nostalgic smiles of the warm people. I couldn't repay them anything. I've always regretted it. But now the lights of hope are hanging over my chest. The Countess of Rosenthal speaks to the bereaved family in her heart.

"Mom, Ronnie, Teddy... I wanted to live like everyone else. But I couldn't. I couldn't do it..." I don't even have the right to tell anyone about it. If you come out of the mouth of a bad girl like me, it will be dirty to the life of everyone who has been wonderful. But I found someone who chose the same way of life as everyone else. That's why I'm going to die in the end on my own. "

The Countess of Rosenthal entrusted their souls, so to speak, to Cornelia.

"Everyone's way of life was the right thing to do, and I'll prove with my life through Cornelia that I can't beat the irrational darkness and shine so brightly." That's the only selfish way I can give back to my mothers. For that, I can be any nasty opponent. I won't beat anyone with a dirty role...? "

It was the sadness of a woman until now.

The Countess of Rosenthal chose to be a stomping ground and make Cornelia shine. The opponent who always wanted to settle was determined to end his life as if he were a very bad person. I responded to Cornelia's noble choice in a way that didn't matter what sludge she was covered in.

She knows that she knows what hell tastes like. I'm not a genius like Cornelia or Scarlet. If we don't cut ourselves, we won't get anything.

"I... couldn't be the princess I longed for when I was a girl, or the heroine of a story. Dirty, corrupted, she was the worst. But at least... let's stand on stage as villains. This is the finale of my life.

It's a dark place out of the spotlight. The audience's applause and applause are irrelevant. Even if a bad girl comes to an end, she will only be laughed at for falling apart, and no one will spill tears. However, the Countess of Rosenthal decided to make this a place of death for herself.

The red aristocrats could see through it. They are sensitive to malice. I had no choice but to take a serious stand against Cornelia.

You don't have to forgive me. But if you lose to a scoundrel like me, I won't let you. Cornelia...

After speaking with Cornelia and the others for a while, the Countess of Rosenthal encouraged them in her heart and disembarked from the luxurious golden carriage.

"... it was a very good carriage. In return, this Countess Rosenthal will entertain you in person." In the style of the red aristocrats... "It's a long night. I'm looking forward to it."

The red nobles were impressed by the countess of Rosenthal, who declared unstoppable, stretched her spine and laughed majestically at Cornelia and the others.

The red aristocrats were frightened by the barrage of scarletts, the royal SS, the eight-headed carriage with the royal pattern, and the phantom atlas silk. Cornelia should have underestimated herself as a wildling far from wealth and power, but she showed that her back was powerful enough to move the royal family. Moreover, the Countess, who was the rope of my request, rode into the carriage of Cornelia and the others on her own. The red nobles trembled at the fear of the Countess taking Cornelia's side and throwing their fangs at them. However, I was energized by the fact that Countess Rosenthal was clearly hostile and not timid.

The Countess of Rosenthal blew a fan.

"... what is the glorious red aristocrats doing resting like a funeral?" It was an impressive carriage indeed. But what if any fine tableware had raw and baked country meat dishes in it? Can you describe it as a wonderful dish? Fufu, even if the dishes are luxurious carriages or phantom Atlas silk, it's not a dish. It's rather chilly out of proportion to the plate. Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think so. "

Suddenly the Countess of Rosenthal's eyes, the red aristocrats blinked. I noticed that he was pounding on Cornelia, who grew up in the mountains.

I see, you're just a furry wild dog with a golden collar.

"No, if you say that, you're a pig, a pearl."

"No, no, I hear he's good at hunting." I'm sure we can kill a lot of rats. After all, a wild dog is appropriate. "

“Oh, maybe you can become a champion dog in a bar that's a funny way of betting on how many rats a dog can kill.”

Get in shape and stand up with your mouth shut. However, it was a reproduction of the night 14 years ago.

"... you guys, what the hell...!!"

Cornelia tried to swallow the insult just a little pale, but Arnold ran out. I stared at Countess Rosenthal.

"You're the enemy after all, pretending to talk to your master friendly!! I can't forgive anyone who betrays you with a good face...!!"

"... no!! Arnold!! Maybe this guy..."

I was avenged by the discreet restraint of the seraphi as inconspicuous as possible. With a stretched out hand, Arnold jumped out in front of the Countess of Rosenthal.

"Hah!! These villains!! If you pull them off, you can only pull them off!! It's the right thing to do!!"

Arnold, tall and murderous, was reminiscent of the Black Panther. Even the big man was looking for the force to pull his hips out. It was like a primitive encounter in the dark. Despite the distance, several red nobles straightened out and stepped back.

But the Countess of Rosenthal didn't freak out.

"Hmm, if you don't mind, I'll make you say something violent to a woman." If you think it's a warrior's man, no, if it's the teacher's Cornelia's teachings, you can hit him until you're done. "

Arnold was frightened when his jaw was pushed out.

Even if it looks rough, I'm not the kind of person who can beat a woman. A proud warrior. Not to mention the name of the venerable Cornelia, I couldn't get my hands or legs out anymore.

“What's the matter? Come on, hurry up. Is it just your mouth that seems so mighty?"

"...... ghh... wipe...!!"

Arnold, who was provoked and seemed to be steaming from his head, gave the Countess of Rosenthal a glimpse of the ice.

"Fufu, you took my life." You almost got Master Cornelia down. You can even act out of your own anger, kid. For the first time, you can be a real man by taking into account the feelings of the people around you. Single-celled little chick "

The countess turned her chest away and snorted as if to make a fool of herself, with four tall Arnolds on her head.

…… hey, Brian, Bill, Bobby. You guys must have laughed a lot.

Arnold had no way of knowing that the late Three Old Warriors were now in her mind.

Arnold glanced at Cornelia with regret.

"Arnold, I'm glad you're feeling this way..." Cornelia shook her head slightly apologetically. Whatever the reason, it was out of the question to flicker and threaten a noble woman with her whole waist. Even though the villains, the nobles are here. It's not the same as the tavern at the end of the field. If you don't do it within the rules approved by the nobility, you will be one-sidedly misled by the bad guys.

Arnold had no choice but to cut his teeth and shut up after being touched by the seraphi for a short time.

"A man can't beat a woman with his mouth." A fool like you who can only think of violence, if you can take it away, it would suit you to have your teeth clenched. At the very least, prepare two or three more alternatives. It's impossible, though.

Arnold's mouth turned blue and white as he was thrown away by the countess. I could barely hold my voice, but the woman would want to step on the ground.

Countess Rosenthal laughed bitterly and apologized to Arnold in her heart.

With her magical eyes, she knows that Arnold is not really an adult, but just a child. I think I put up well with what I was told. It was preferable to be a boy to be insulted by a teacher and to try to cum.

My heart is aching. My brother Teddy was such a hot boy with such a strong sense of justice before my father made him unable to walk. One day, Teddy joined the Royal Guard and dreamed of saving her sisters, Lona, from an unfortunate situation. I wanted to be a hero against anyone to protect my family. And yet, because of her unity, she cried and lived that Rona and the others could not get out of Hell. In the end, she believed the lies of the Inquisitors, and she was cut off to protect Rona and the others, and died in an uninhabited state. The countess couldn't even see the end of it. Teddy took his breath alone, in the shocking darkness, in a state of intense pain and despair.

"...... Arnold." I'm sure you'll grow up to be a good warrior. Teddy wanted to be a boy like you. It's a shame I can't see you......

The nostalgia, regret and pain that cling to my chest are the same.

……!!

It was at that time that Countess Rosenthal was attacked by great pain.

It was precisely the destruction of the dam of pain. Breathing stopped due to the impact. Thousands of knives stood in the spinal cord, and I felt like I was being gnawed at at once. It looked like all my nerves had been burned with chopsticks. The pain was just a precursor. This was what Solomon warned him about. The trauma of being abused at a young age and tearing that body from the inside is coming back to life, and I'm going to scream. At that time, I asked my late mother for help. But I don't deserve that anymore. I had no choice but to fight alone. The cold sweat blew across her body, but the Countess was desperate not to put it on her face.

When I noticed it, my body was wobbly and I was falling. Too much pain caused a madness of equilibrium. Even if I try to get back on my feet, my knees won't be strong enough. The demonic eye had robbed her of her health.

The countess bit her throat. To make Cornelia shine, it's important to play the fierce villain you are. This will ruin the stage.

Maybe... once you fall, you'll never get up again.

My life is not enough!? You won't even forgive me for being a bad girl!?

His heart screamed like a broken chest, and his body, which fell like a rotting tree, gently hugged him. Brad supported me so subtly that I didn't know it from around me.

"...... Are you okay?" So you really don't regret it? Now I'm still..... "

The warmth was transmitted from the hands that touched it, and the pain subsided like a lie, and my body became relaxed all at once. The Countess of Rosenthal was about to cry.

... Marielle...!!!

I can't forget. It was Marielle's bloodstream manipulation that once healed her dying self.

Rona is a really nice girl.

Bright, gentle, well noticed.

I'm sure your mother's workmanship was good.

Like yesterday, Mariel's lucid voice comes to life.

With a magical hand gesture, I washed Lorna's face, which was dirty with blood and mud, without losing any of her face, dressed her hair, and made her look stylish. "Hey, Lorna, you are so beautiful that you can't beat anyone." I proudly revealed to Vendel and the Three Old Warriors as I did. Later, with Mariel's accompaniment, I danced with Vendel and Menouette. The three old warriors watched it gently.

"... ah...!... ah...!"

It felt like Mariel had borrowed Blood to help herself, and Countess Rosenthal's vision clouded with tears. A small, uncontrollable sob poured out of my throat. If I could go back to that place again, no matter how...!!

"... no, Brad, we can't talk."

The seraphi in the back called out.

"Let's find out, and don't forget." That's all we can do. "

Brad bit his lips at the words of the seraphi and left the countess.

Just listening, it sounds like Blood tried to avoid an unnecessary struggle with the barbaric Countess, and Seraphi tried not to do anything extra. But the Countess of Rosenthal knew otherwise.

Blood tried to save the Countess, and Seraphi told him not to waste his mind. Serafi is a seafaring sailor. We know many brave captains who have fallen together to carry out their responsibilities without escaping the sinking ship to the end. I saw the same readiness and will of Steel to the Countess.

The boys knew that the Countess was dying to martyr the villain.

My heart trembled at what kind of children I had. And if the countess was prepared to go that far, she would shut her mouth so that no one would know, that sympathy would only be shameful. It was the kindness of an adult man.

Therefore the countess also received his kindness with great curiosity, and walked forward without saying a word of thanks, as though nothing had happened. Hide it with a feather fan to wipe away the tears. If she were a child of the future, there would be a different path. But it's already too late. No matter how much you want, you can't take back your lost past. I think that getting older means that there are fewer paths to choose from.

"I'm sure a lot of girls will freak out when you're older. Boys and girls like you can't help but fall in love with it.

And, "If it was Ronnie, I'd get along with you guys." He was a very kind brother, "he added softly. My younger brother laughed and disappeared into the flames, covering himself. The Countess of Rosenthal was about to die, but when I saw a boy like them, I couldn't help but remember that sad night of flames.

More red than the memories of the flames at that time, her eyes were blocked in front of Countess Rosenthal's eyes. Windy, reddish, brilliant, long hair glowed, and the light of the moon twitched. It was so vivid.

It was the same colour of my eyes and hair as Vendel's memories of coming to my aid when I was about to be put to fire for witch hunting.

Scarlett spread her hands and the Countess of Rosenthal was on her way.

"Countess, let me ask you something. Are you really an enemy of your mother......! or are you......!? Your expression is the face of a man who martyrs to his beliefs. It's not the face of someone who can enjoy bullying. I... I know very well. If anything happens, please, talk to me...!!"

The wind that clouds the night, like a barrage, pushes the two conversations away from the red nobles. Scarlett's red hair and the brunette tip of Countess Rosenthal's hair snore in the wind and touch each other softly.

I don't know the Countess of Rosenthal, but Scarlett has experienced Hydrangea many times in the 108th. Whether the people despised him with violence, or all his allies were scattered, he did not escape from his duty till the end. So, it resonated with the Countess, who decided to do the same. Compared to Blood and Serafi, the slightest delay in realizing it was because the Countess of Rosenthal and the brutal "108 times" known to Scarlet were too different and confused.

The Countess of Rosenthal stopped. I feel a little nervous to keep my feelings down. Scarlett's words were words that Vendel himself had been eager to hear for many years. If Vendel's misunderstanding had been cleared up and he could have laughed like a boy once, he would have even died. That reminds me more than anyone else of Vendel that day.

"... thank you. This is for me..." Looks like you've had your dreams for years. But I can't accept your compassion. Because if you take it, your heart will surely break. As a wicked woman, I will not be able to distract you. That's why I'm... sorry. I'm so glad I didn't have to try to kill a sweet child like you like that......

How happy I would be if I could rush over to Cornelia and Scarlett and tell them everything and burst into tears. It will be easier. I'm sure this mother and daughter will be happy to forgive themselves. We should be able to spend a little time together, surrounded by kindness. You may die without thinking, and the two of you may cry for yourself.

Countess Rosenthal was desperate for the dizzy, sweet temptation.

But we can't do that. If we don't get rid of the villains, we won't be able to leave anything for Cornelia. Even in the end as a villain, whoever is dead or grieves, and whoever is alone, this is the last stage of his choice. The Countess looked up at Scarlett with a ghost in her heart.

"...... I don't want to be depressed enough to be pitied by a little girl like you." Rather than worrying about misunderstandings, you worry about the future of your poor breasts. ”

"... is it...!?"

Scarlett's eyes turned black and white to the arrogant, sharp-breasted Countess Rosenthal.

"... uuuu...!!"

Cornelia, who was fluttering and watching, fluttered back. I was hit by a stray bullet.

The countess of Rosenthal laughed at her pale mother and daughter.

...... You're a horrible woman, I am. It's like the sexy Countess Rosenthal in that horrible dream.

It was a nightmare that countess Rosenthal had screamed and jumped up again and again since she got the magic eye.

... in that dream, Cornelia died after giving birth to Scarlett after ten years of hikikomori. Afterwards, Vendel continued to grieve at the loss of his wife and visited the tomb beneath the thriving tree before finally dying in an out-of-season avalanche. The heart of Countess Rosenthal, who had lost her life purpose and passion, was broken with a sound, and she drowned in colour and desire for power, trying to forget everything. And he became a fierce abomination of Cornelia as the culprit in Vendel's murder.

She was the cause of most of Lord Vendel's misery, and she wasn't tired of dying in mourning, so she finally took Lord Vendel's life...!!

The mad grudge was to be struck by one man, Scarlett, who drained Cornelia's blood. And finally, after my father's death, I saw Scarlett, who was also Vendel's oblivion, who lived on his own...

I hear myself laughing in hatred.

"...... what is the candidate for the queen?" Drawing that woman's blood... "It's a twist for me.

Rona, the girl who remained deep in her heart, cried.

"Stop it!! Don't destroy one of Vendel's last treasures!! I... I didn't want to do this...!!"

However, the scream did not reach Countess Rosenthal. And......

……!!

Countess Rosenthal, who had fallen asleep, stared at her hands in a daze and breathed a heartfelt relief at what was now a dream.

"The worst dreams... impossible." I didn't know I was going to kill Lord Vendel's child...?

The Countess was proud of her genius and the work of her prestigious Vendel child. Every time I moved the royal family and fought the red nobles, I was cheerful and proud. It's impossible to hate them, let alone kill them.

However, to laugh, my dreams were too vivid, or even deeply unconscious, and I thought that my resentment towards Vendel and Cornelia might have appeared, and my spine became cold. She knew better than anyone that resentment was going to demonize people.

It could not have been seen that this was the actual event that happened at the "108th", and that the countess' death was approaching and the influence of the demon's eyes could not have glimpsed the sight.

The Countess was not surprised by Scarlett's real name and gender, as she was dreaming of it.

Once again, I'm glad I didn't have to put such a gentle Scarlett on my hand.

"Cornelia... the fact that you've given me such a wonderful daughter means that God didn't leave you in hell." You were thin. Maybe you shouldn't be happy anymore. Instead of apologizing, I'll turn you into a demon and clear a path for you.

The intuition of Countess Rosenthal, who was activating the Magic Eye at its maximum power, was as refined as Blood or Serafi. I know how to spread the ripple of my words in my hands. That's why I dared to... make a statement that would touch my heart. It was the last glow before the candle burned out.

"... you idiot!! Some lady tribe cut off her left chest to draw a bow." But Master Cornelia, the great genius of the bow, doesn't need such a miniature. The body is adapted for bows by nature. This milk is the testimony of evolution. This is the bloodline of Melville, the bow carved into her soul. How's it going, I'm so sorry. "

And when he saw his mother and his daughter, which had a peculiar breast, Arnold came in, and proudly puffed his breasts round about.

”... you chased me down... the devil...”

Blood sighed at the unconscious blow.

Seraphi covered his face with one hand like that...... and Cornelia and Scarlet, who had rediscovered the cursed bloodline, fell even deeper, but it was almost as the Countess Rosenthal had intended.

"How about that!! I've spoken to them about my master's feelings!! Please praise me!! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

"...... Fufu, thank you, Arnold. This grip is also from Melville. Just carve it into your soul."

"I thank you, too." "This is just a greeting..." Don't forget to go to hell. "

Cornelia from the front, Scarlett from the back, and Arnold, who had been screaming at her mother and daughter's ironclaw and her temples, weren't expecting to scream.

The Countess of Rosenthal cut out a sigh.

"You look very confident in the legendary Amazoness." We'd like to see the Duchess's bow arm, which sounded like a sound.... oh, I've got a good idea. There was an ancient bow from the ancestor in my mansion. That's why I want you to use it. "

I'll say it as disgustingly as possible.

"Don't tell me you don't like it." The Duchess, in the reign of His Majesty the King, had the arrows twisted horizontally and vertically, dodged obstacles, and hit the ground running.... those tricks must be your own bows and arrows after all. "

The red nobles mumbled as they understood the sighing Countess Rosenthal's aim.

Bows and arrows have more or less habits. It's a good place for a bow you get for the first time, but also a dress that demands your usual performance. Not to mention Melville's subtlety in bowing. The error in millimetres at hand can be several metres before it reaches far away.

However, if you refuse this story, you may be told that you admitted that the bow technique you showed at the Reign Ceremony was actually a trick. Either way, Cornelia clogged up.

"I'm so fucked...!!"

Arnold is indignant, but Cornelia quietly accepts the sudden game against the backdrop of the towering Mansion.

Scarlett, Brad, and Seraphi watched in silence.

"Are you guys okay?"

It contrasted with Arnold's worried expression.

These three experienced Cornelia's tremendous archery skills in the Battle of Gulm, a demon dog.

"Arnold, see with your eyes the skill of the bow of the man you have ordained as a mentor."

Cornelia dispelled Arnold's anxiety with a single word. There was no longer any danger or confusion in those eyes. The slightest narrowing of his eyes is because he is already watching the wind. Arnold loses his words as he falls in love with his beautiful face.

Scarlet and the others knew each other. Cornelia was invincible. The mockery of the red nobles who once frightened Cornelia was now pushed farther away. I don't care about that anymore. Cornelia was now in the sanctuary where only the most powerful warriors rarely arrived.

"It's a lot bigger than that." I hope that nose pole isn't broken and you're not crying.... are you ready to risk your lives for the duchess? "

The Countess of Rosenthal called out to Scarlett and the others with a fuzzy smile.

"I'll have the Duchess shoot an apple with a bow and arrow." In other words, we need a partner with an apple. It might be a skewer if you shoot there. "

In the words of Countess Rosenthal, the red nobles giggled.

"I'll hold the apple."

Arnold seized control of the planes, and without hesitation, Scarlet moved forward. The Countess's words came sooner than they ended. Rather than reading the flow of the conversation, this was due to the rule of thumb of the aristocrats who were similarly harassed at the "108th".

The Countess of Rosenthal turned from the ah to the plump nobleman.

"I'm sorry, Sir Brewer, but could you bring me a bow in the living room?" And I'll ask for a few arrows next to it. "

The strings have already been tensioned in the hope of this development.

Viscount Brewer, who was ordered to run in front of the crowd, unpleasantly warped his burnt face.

He is famous for his drunkenness and bad character, and his dislikes line up with those of the Bygord Marquis. However, when I tried to complain violently with a spit, "If my family is like a friend, I will know what is in my house." The Countess of Rosenthal advised me and went to pick up the bow and arrow. He was repeatedly persuaded by the Countess.

Viscount Brewer, who was filled with anticipation that he had a pulse tonight, gripped the bow and arrow in a hurry that did not suit his usual appearance and came back with a smile.

Compared to that early foot, the late return and other mischievous smiles, the Countess of Rosenthal knew the situation and frowned for a moment, but she received the bow and arrow with an unknown face and handed it to Cornelia.

"... go ahead. I wonder if there's a problem." It was a bow passed down to the royal family by the ancestor. "

It was brought by the Countess to help Cornelia, who was once stuck in a conversation, but encountered a scene of bullying that prompted her to kill the misunderstood Vendel. It is a long bow with splendid decorations on the corners attached to the ends.

... it's been a long time. We finally made it here. Now, show me what I wanted to see.

The countess was desperate to see her fingertips tremble in her mind.

Cornelia grabbed the bow, which was about her height, and shook it gently, reacting. It's heavy. Twenty kilos is long gone. This assumes full plate piercing. The tension will need more than seventy kilometers. It is not a substitute that can be changed by the power of women.

"... there's no problem"

But Cornelia agreed.

Arnold's complexion changed as he looked at the bow and arrow as if it were a dish.

The arrow wings had been plainly removed.

"Master!! That arrow is no good!!"

Seeing Arnold in a hurry, the red aristocrats burped. The Viscount Brewer, who had returned earlier at the center of the circle, was spinning back. Needless to say, I left it despicable on my way to bring it.

But Cornelia didn't move.

"Arnold, I told you there would be no problem. Not to be bragged about, but the origin of Melville's archery is murder. We also intend to take the bows and arrows from the enemy and continue the battle. If the arrowheads and strings are all right, I'll cover the rest with my arms.”

Blood and Seraphi were pale, but Scarlett didn't change her complexion at all, as if to corroborate the words. I stepped forward to receive an apple for the target. I trusted Cornelia's arm.

The red aristocrats floated a beak that made a uniform fool of themselves. Only Countess Rosenthal, who had been given an apple by her servant, was not there.

In their common sense, it was a stupid attempt at recklessness. Not to mention that the arrows with their damaged blades were figurative and lacked stability. Love to see blood, they were thrilled to expect a beautiful girl (Scarlett, who had grown up) to be shot dead by mistake. However, the salivary appearance immediately became frozen.

The Countess of Rosenthal didn't hand over the apple to Scarlett.

A few dozen steps away from the scene, he held the apple in his hands on his chest like a ritual crown and turned to Cornelia. Standing on the wide staircase up to the wide entrance, the countess reminded her of the stunning statue of a nymph.

”I would definitely like to enjoy myself with that much skill”

With tremendous courage, even Arnold, who was critical of her, took a breath. Piercing the apple in your chest requires several times more difficulty than the one on your head. Because just hitting an arrow normally pierces an apple and stabs it into the opponent's chest. It was nothing but suicide from the eyes of Arnold, the master of the bow.

"Lo, Countess Rosenthal... that's...!!"

The Countess of Rosenthal glanced coldly at the Viscount of Brewer, who had gone straight.

"Is there a problem? I wonder if you have any idea." If you do this to me, I will never forgive you. "

Sprinkled with excuses, Viscount Brewer silenced himself with a mouthful of excuses.

As if out of sight, Countess Rosenthal stared at Cornelia.

"... you kept me waiting." Duchess. Where's the bowkeeper? "

“I don't need it. This shouldn't be a problem."

Cornelia wrapped her worn Atlas silk shawl around her opposite left arm. A group of red noblewomen who knew the value of the silk were surprised. It's like leaving a golden stretchboard on a picnic sheet. It fell on their eyes as a fitting demonstration. You don't even need to look at it like this... "Scarlett and Seraphi, who had become straightforward, were out of their sight.

In fact, Cornelia, neglected by the fashion of the noblewoman, just didn't understand the value of astronomical atlas silk at all...

"... I'm going to..."

Briefly, Cornelia leaned her bow and grabbed the arrow.

The faces of the red aristocrats, especially the men, were stunned. With that slender skill, Cornelia drew a strong bow with ease. They didn't know about the springs in the slender Cornelia's body. Even if it can't be sustained, it can instantly squeeze the power to far outdo the normal man.

Especially now, there is no need for a tough drainage battle that seals the onslaught with unstable scaffolding, as in the case of the Battle of Gulm, while paying attention to the number of arrows left. You can only focus on shooting. It seemed impossible for others, but for Cornelia it was like a game of entertainment.

The clouds hide the moon, and the darkness of the night shrouds the sky.

The red aristocrats screamed as they watched her clench.

When the moonlight turned her face away again, the sound of the string rang, and two arrows penetrated the Countess Rosenthal. The apple didn't fall. Cornelia shot Countess Rosenthal with each apple...!! It was no surprise that they mistook it for a distance. Cornelia's divine moves so far surpassed their imagination.

"...... That's right"

However, the Countess of Rosenthal murmured smallly and gave a faint smile. Only she and Scarlett were aware of what had happened.

The countess didn't have any injuries. And the apple was on the countess's chest just like before. The only difference was that the two arrows pierced the apple opposite each other.

Cornelia fired two arrows in a row with a long bow, as soon as she could hear the string grunting only once. The arrows curved sharply to the left and right, simultaneously piercing the apple held by the Countess of Rosenthal directly from the side. The impact of the impact offset the fact that the apple barely rocked and did not even roll out of the Countess's hand. Moreover, the arrow's center of gravity was adjusted to the piercing condition so that it could be balanced like a beetle. If only a few arrowheads came into contact with each other, the apples would blow apart from each other. The width of the arrow is calculated, and the fingertips of the Countess who supports the apple are not scratched at all, the apple is not crushed or dropped, and the second blow is made with a broken arrow blade.

While showing such skill, Cornelia gently lowered her bow without any complacency. It is only natural for her to be able to do this. Atlas silk shawls on the arms unfurl and the moonlight shimmers in rainbow color. It was the return of the goddess of war wearing the banner of victory.

"... amazing!! This is the master I chose...!! How bottomless...!!"

Arnold leaks a trembling moan.

I'll do it.

Blood cheeked proudly, and the sober seraphi whistled praise unexpectedly.

"Mother, amazing...!!"

Forgetting to pay attention to the eyes of the red nobles, Scarlett raised her cheeks and hugged Cornelia.

The red aristocrats stood dumbfounded as they rushed to Cornelia, in contrast to the cheerful Scarletts. Too much miraculousness, I was concerned about death as if my soul had been beaten through me. The Countess of Rosenthal looked down the stairs like an actress at Viscount Brewer, who was sitting among them.

If you do this, don't be a weird little craftsman.

Abandoned, he spoke to the red aristocrats with his hands wide open.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry for dirtying my eyes with a barbaric show. That mountain duchess is so far from human. But did you know that the Atlas Silk method requires a lot of [poisonous woman's headscarf]? Maybe the Duchess has enough poison to kill us all tens of thousands of times. And as you can see, her bow and arrow skills...."

While I was listening, I was filled with blood when I heard a noise coming from the faces of the red nobles.

I realized how dangerous they were.

The poisoned woman's headscarf is characterized by a lethal dose, lack of antidote, and a tragic end. It is only by painting the arrowheads and scratching them, that the purpose of the assassination can be fulfilled. And they were so uncomfortable that they could do it with their eyes closed, for Cornelia, the famous devilish bowmaker. I couldn't escape such a carbon-like arrow. Cornelia can easily kill them with just that concern.

It wasn't our red nobility who had the upper hand. Cornelia's blindfold only kept us alive. In front of the broken cage of the lock, the red aristocrats were reminded that they were playing with the odd cannibal tiger, and their skin was frightened.

"... oh, I'm so close. Take care, everyone." If you make fun of it, it might mean that the poisonous toxins are flying out of nowhere... "

The Countess of Rosenthal gave a stern smile.

It was pale and more beautiful than the crescent moon in the night sky.