The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

[Lady of the leading faction of a certain red nobleman who fell in love with Cornelia]

... we Red Aristocrats are accustomed to various events.

The host has a reputation for honor, so she's desperate to use her best efforts to attract admiration from guests. Ironically, that repetition wears out our sensibilities. Otherwise, I won't be impressed. I often laugh among my peers at the troubled disease of luxury.

But the first dance at the ball tonight made our hearts flutter for the first time in a long time.

The thunderous polka of the Countess Rosenthal and the Duchess Wilhelm were truly magnificent. The string on the instrument broke, and I couldn't wait to get to the last four steps. I wanted to see it to the end. Still, it worked well enough to be passed on as a legend in the social world.

For the noblewomen, the [Thunder] series has a special meaning. Everyone once dreamed of receiving an applause for performing on the stage when they were girls. It's a dream tale like Cinderella's, and it demands a high degree of difficulty that will make you jump out of sight at the price. The magic of a fairy isn't real. How hard did the Duchess of Wilhelm, who was not good at dancing, try to wear it? All the women were struck hard in the chest.

Therefore, when Duchess Wilhelm finished Cornelia's [thunder polka] dance, the atmosphere that dismissed her as a mountainous countryman was wiped out by the women.

With only three songs, the Duchess took most of the pesky red noblewomen to his side. The Duchess made the only right choice. He was a wise man, unlike the rumors.

... she has made a name for herself as a master of bows without a line in this country. In fact, the Duchess's bow skill she showed in interacting with the Countess of Rosenthal was divine. However, even if they were shown in front of me, the skills of the bows would not be sincerely recognized by the women of the red nobility. If you can't show your presence in the sense of value shared by the women, even if you can become a rare lion, you will still be treated differently beyond the rules.

However, the Duchess won respect in the dance and in the rules. It shook our hearts.

You can foretell. No matter what happens from now on, the only one who won't admit the Duchess will be the paranoid Bygod Marquis and his wife.

For some reason, I can't see you tonight trying to slander the Duchess of Righteous Daughter. You were lucky for each other. From now on, whenever she heard a bad word to the duchess, the ladies would frown, cover their mouths with a fan, and leave the scene uncomfortably. We have recognized the Duchess as a proud companion. I don't want to have a conversation with someone who offends her.

The duchess, standing in the middle of the ballroom, looked radiant. As if the light of the moon were to descend as a helpless tribute. She proved that she could play a leading role in society, not by power or trickery.

"... amazing!! Cornelia-sama!!"

When I realized it, I rushed over and held the Duchess in one arm, repeating like an idiot. It's like a little girl acting emotionally.

I didn't mean it. I meant it. Later, I remembered and forgot about myself so much that I was blushing.

... I didn't mean to do this at first. When I saw the golden carriage with the insignia and the Royal Guard, I ruthlessly figured it was worth using for the Duchess.

Moreover, the Duchess has little to do with the social world. I thought it was our chance to get back to our faction. My companions agreed with me by all means.

Our red nobility is estranged from His Majesty the King. But if you pass the Duchess, whose royal favor is evident, you can also pass through the mausoleum. Not only that, but also approaching the famous Red Duke who hates that person... "I was horrified to think of a pathetic face in the social world that would never be rumored. If we can do that, we will be able to get a first and a second look from our surroundings.

The social world is a fierce place for women to compete.

If you don't always make an effort to identify your surroundings, you'll quickly become a defeated person.

However, the red nobles there still insulted the Duchess when they saw the power of the arriving Duchess. I bit my lip, what a bluntness. That's why I'm separated from the emerging blue nobility.

I can't help but think I'm one of them. That is why our faction decided once again to leave the scene and take the opportunity to contact the Duchess.

The Countess of Rosenthal was right in that regard. I went out to greet the duchess myself. There is a reason for reigning in society. When I ran into Countess Rosenthal smiling in the hallway, my spine became cold. With a smile that looked like our plot, I realized the height of the wall that was soaring before. But if we take the Duchess away, I'm sure we'll have a chance to surpass the Countess Rosenthal someday...

But the Duchess, Cornelia, took our hearts with the dance. I was so moved that I blew up the plot and took my heart in the opposite direction.

My chest is dancing. I wanted to get closer to him without counting. I'm a friend of mine, and I wanted to be proud with my heart open. The troubles of a forgotten girl make it difficult. I used to dream of dancing like this. I'm not the only one. Almost everyone in the faction. When I was an adult, I had to abandon my unsuitable dreams, but I didn't forget what I had in mind that day. The first common topic we came together on was dance.

Words of admiration flood through the weir. We repeated our dreams of being a girl to the Duchess. Surrounded by all of our factions, the troubled Duchess thought Cornelia was cute. You're not used to being praised.

... everyone's eyes are a hole. I can't believe I didn't realize the value of this man. No, me too. Something bitter spreads in my mouth. I also said something bad about Cornelia-sama together.

... I can't apologize to the bugs right now. It's not about apologizing and being forgiven. So let's at least protect Master Cornelia from now on. This person who is unfamiliar with the social world will surely be exposed to a lot of malice in the future. It is our atonement to be the jetty.

In silence, we were sworn to do so.

So when Viscount Brewer dismissed Cornelia as a mountain monkey, we stood behind Countess Rosenthal. No, not only that, our anger was real. Viscount Brewer tried to force her to listen to the woman. What a cowardly disobedience. It was a very unforgivable outrage compared to Cornelia who followed the rules of the social world, fought through the dance with dignity, and won the respect.

However, our anger was frozen by a girl with a thicker hair than that.

“This is the social world. Then it's my battlefield."

Scarlett, the girl who held the boys who tried to help, was small and lavish.

However, without bothering the angry Viscount Brewer, he said that he would take the place of Lady Cornelia and Countess Rosenthal in his dance.

Pale with recklessness. Indeed, the moves that Viscount Brewer had thrown through the gap were impressive. But once grasped, a woman cannot resist a man with her strength. Moreover, the Viscount was proud of his ferocity, and the dance was a close-knit Venice Waltz. There is no escape.

It was clear that Viscount Brewer was trying to crush the girl into a dance. I tried to break my fingers and even wiped my legs. Even so, Scarlett lightly took on all the onslaught.

The Viscount deliberately pushed her down at the moment of the instantaneous contra-check and even tried to hit her back against the pillar. It was a murderous momentum. Thinking that her head had been crushed like a tomato, I shrugged with fear. And the pillar was on the Viscount's back.

"Oh, are you sure you're in the wrong place to reach out? Are you trying to correct your dance posture? But please don't. I'm confident in the dance."

Scarlet teased herself with a tea-catching voice as she looked away from her upper body, but the coldness of her eyes was a shame. Just before that, I put a slightly reverse sway on the visitor's gaze and motion, driving him crazy about the timing of the song. We could barely recognize it from a distance, but Viscount Brewer, who had been arrested at close range, could not understand what had happened and was stunned.

"Then it's our turn." I'll correct it for you. The manners and the crooked mind. "

The Viscount was furious at Scarlett's provocation. I tried my best to crush her, but as a result, I was misled. The ratings were too different. Every time I smash the Viscount's plot, a shawl of Atlas Silk shines through his limbs, shining like a fiery flame. She had plenty of room, and she even had a pathetic smile on her face for Viscount Brewer.

I'm not avoiding an assault on the spot. She controlled the rotation of this Venice Waltz in centimeters and the timing in seconds. It was like being shown the steps of a puzzle assembled according to the blueprint. Even the violence of Viscount Brewer was just one of those parts. No matter how much he jumped, all his actions had been read a few minutes ago and he had a plan for how to deal with them.

We had a cold spine.

This isn't human skill. It's a demon who puts people's fate at bay.

With his flowing red hair, Scarlett seemed to be wearing a hell of a flame. Viscount Brewer was no match for me.

With an overwhelming dance of fire, Viscount Brewer's eyes froze with fear. It was the same for us who were touring. I'm scared. That girl named Scarlett is terrifying. I can't understand or empathize at all.

Unlike Master Cornelia, we had no courage to look away and could only shake ourselves in order to stand out from the crowd by fighting on the same stage as us.

But the real fear was waiting at the end of the dance.

[Scarlet's Perspective]

"... damn, what happened...!?"

Grumbling, Viscount Brewer, who was supposed to be slapped from the neck on the floor, woke himself up. She's twisting her neck.

I was relieved that I had not become a murderer, and at the same time I felt a great deal of discomfort.

The ladies backed down, screaming in the back of their throats. You must have felt the fear of a zombie.

I don't think the Viscount of Lesser Potatoes excels in body magic, no matter how much he looks at it. How can you fall without being passive and stay unharmed? Even though I really broke my neck, I just didn't realize it because of my anger... I don't know when I'm going to fall out of my head.

"... the little girl..."

The bloody eyeballs just popped out of hatred for me.

I went through the bad words I had heard during the Queen's days.

Apparently, instead of his mother and Countess Rosenthal, I managed to single out his hatred.

I can hear a rough nose. Unfortunately, he seems to be intact. A toast to the extremely sturdy neck bone. I'm sure that when you do something bad and go to death in the future, you'll make the decapitated officials' arms numb again and again. The annoying one is annoying until he dies.

The rattles and the sounds of teeth echoed in the hall, ruining the elegant orchestra investigation of the ball. There was too much dissonance, and the dance between your mother and the Countess of Rosenthal was a climax. Men who don't read the air are disliked.

I closed the iron fan tightly.

You are not fit for this position. So, dancing with the giant toad seems more fun, but I'll give you a special gentle pinch. Be prepared.

"... an undeveloped woman like you is the opponent of this woman"

Hey, where have you been staring?

I have a topic that I don't want people to touch on.

All right. Stop dancing and execute now.

"Stop it!! You're the Duchess's daughter!"

Yeah, let go!! Blood!!

There are times when women have to fight!!

Blood sneaked up on me while strangling me with his wings.

"... stop it. He seems to be paralyzed by pain, and his behavior is weird." I don't know what to do, so it's better to be careful. It's a change of players, and this kind of matching is my specialty. It shakes the brain and stops the movement. "

Seraphi, who was staring at what was going on, also agreed with Blood.

“Brad's right. That man is possessed by a bad wind. I've seen leapfrogged sailors like that before in cursed waters. We'll take care of this."

Arnold nodded harshly at the words.

"Oh, I remember. It's time for a haunted ghost ship scene." I couldn't hold back a few people from getting mad. You hit my heart with the removed arrow and put me in a suspended state. Scarlett, you better get behind us. "

Even though you're a kid, you've been through a lot of adventures.

Isn't it too violent?

Your son's seraphi is also surprisingly militant.

These were the men who overcame my queen to death in the 108th edition.

It's hard to turn against enemies, but I'm reliant on allies.

But I am also the evil queen. So it's not my character to be protected by a boy. Ah, but if a super perverted character like the faceless Addis comes over, I will gladly protect you and let you do the heroine.

"I just want to thank you for your feelings." I told you. This is the social world. It's a battlefield for women. "

I lifted my red hair to my ears and cheered suddenly.

With the help of Blood and the others, it's like admitting that a woman is powerless before a man's violence. It's a pity. Mother and Countess Rosenthal are blasphemous to the two wonderful dancers. That's right, there are some things that women are comfortable with.

"But, but I don't have any weapons against such a guy..."

Arnold's face clouded with fear, I laughed unstoppably and turned gorgeously.

"... I'm wearing a weapon." For a woman, this dress is her armor. And the sword..... "

"... I see!!"

All right, Arnold, you know what I mean. "I think I'll stop calling you an idiot..."

"That's an iron fan." "So I whistled in the spa..." The prey you aimed at definitely stops breathing. And you're going to steal my prey. As expected of the Master's daughter. it's a deserving Melville lineage.... "

After all, you're Ahonold!! You deserve to be in your head. Don't take the liberty of certifying people as killer machines.

Mother, please don't nod and stretch your chest proudly.

“That's my daughter. It's a Melville woman. We are hunters, not shepherds. It is the one who connects life in the death battle with the beast. Grandmother, Mother, rest assured. Melville's bloodline and lifeblood have definitely been passed on to this child....."

We are now in the reporting mode to our ancestors. Melville turned herself into a bloody freak. She's a pretty girl, but she's usually a pimp. Well, I'm not afraid to inherit Melville's housemaster and his shameless outfit.

...... Now, let's move on.

I flushed my cheeks and turned to my mother, who was praying to her ancestors.

"Mother, please borrow that Atlas silk. You can prove with dance that grace is always better than violence. I won't let that dance between your mother and the Countess of Rosenthal impress you.”

Balls are stronger than swords!! Atlas silk shawls are my weapons.

"Scarlett, I'm glad to hear that, but..."

"Mr. Cornelia, I've got a lot of reasons for this, but I've got scabies in my head." You don't have to convince me. And this scythe is selfish, but absolutely invincible. "

Brad took care of my reluctant mother.

Serafi and Arnold also laugh.

"That's right, Mr. Scarlett is the goddess of victory for me." You can't lose. It was a terrible thing to worry about. ”

I have cut my cheek. Seraphi, stop. The words "Goddess of Victory" to the girl are not shiny. Thanks, Seraphi doesn't like to beautify me too much. As a defeated queen who fell to the castle 108 times, I can't help but feel embarrassed.

"Hey, I haven't shown you the bottom of Scarlet yet." The reason that Serafi is so intoxicated is that I'll let him have plenty of fun. "

Compared to that, Arnold's bad mouth was relieved. "Look, I'll show you," I could have cut back.

"I'm sure Mr. Scarlett will show you a view that Arnold has never seen before."

So, Serafi, stop it. Don't waste your hurdles.

But it's strange. It's weird to think that we're messing with these three. It feels like you've been teaming up for years. When I fought against the invisible Addis earlier, I was able to work together quite well. If I had tried more conversations in the 108th attempt, I might have avoided killing each other.

I shook my head and shaken off my sentiments.

It's not when you're distracted by the past.

Let's tighten up.

In front of me, there's Viscount Bull, who's hating me and making my nose rough.

"I don't mean to leave you alone and talk. Enough, you guys...."

It was like a bullfight. My red hair must look like a crimson cloth. It's what you've been waiting for. A book of villains.

"...... Scarlett, don't push yourself."

My mother handed me the shawl of Atlas Silk because she was hesitant. I wore it like a coat of arms and hung it from my arms.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Sir Brewer, I will dance with you. ”

"Don't be ridiculous!! Why are you doing this to a little girl like this...!!"

Viscount Brewer screamed with his mouth full. You still haven't convinced me? I felt like I was getting reddened when I stuck in front of a big-open wolf. Somebody lend me an umbrella before I convince you. This person has bad spit and bad breath.

The Countess of Rosenthal, who had somehow regained her blood, broke in to figure out how to persuade her.

“Sir Brewer, if that child can't dance to everyone's satisfaction, you can let me go.”

……!!

Viscount Brewer's eyes blinked. Huh? The madness is overwhelmed by the pigmented light. My gaze is all over the face and chest of Countess Rosenthal.

"Later I was joking, so I don't want to turn back..."

It was like a prying eye. Is it possible that you've regained your sanity by eroticism? Porn is stronger than madness... "

The Countess of Rosenthal laughed provocatively.

"As the host tonight, I won't be so innocent as to break my promise." Besides, I'm good at gambling when I look like this. That's how I got up against the princess of the ancestor. "

After a while, Viscount Brewer nodded.

"...... Very well. I can't say two words."

"In the name of the hill of roses given to the ancestor."

Viscount Brewer was satisfied.

The Countess of Rosenthal gently leaned over me and whispered to me.

"He'll definitely use his dirty hands." I've been crushing a bunch of uninterested women into dancing. It's a habit. Be careful. "

It was a warning to worry about me, but instead it set my fighting spirit on fire. Just as battles are unavoidable for men, social dancing for women is so important that they can sometimes play with their lives. Everyone is trying desperately to blossom. I can't forgive myself for trampling on that feeling on my feet.

"... you're an enemy of a woman." Well then, we'll have to beat the mindlessness of the women who were crushed. There are more reasons why I can't lose. Don't worry, you won't regret betting on me. ”

My hair is so high that it stands upside down.

Trouble is, I can't help burning when I want to retaliate against someone. You're not a very good person. With that, the attack suppression begins to fly. Dangerous monsters roar deep in my heart, always waiting for a chance to be unleashed. I have remembered several times the throne battle that washed my blood with blood, and the time of the Queen, who was called a villain. You're drawing the blood of that crazy father. It's possible. Yeah, it looks a little sloppy.

Countess Rosenthal smiled at me dazzled and nostalgic.

"Fufu, don't worry about it." After all, your angry eyes are just like those of Vendel-sama. I'm sure it will turn any impossible into possible. ”

Girlish shame resounded in her voice. It's like nostalgia for a distant hometown.

Could this person be...? "

I asked a question aloud, but I stopped. If the Countess of Rosenthal has any thoughts, it's wild to try and force them out.

Unspoken flowers. With my actions, I will also blossom in the Great Ring.

I asked Countess Rosenthal for a Venice Waltz. She immediately raised her hand and instructed the orchestra to play the music gently.

The first dance is over, so we're all in. Mother and Countess Rosenthal are very drained, so they have to take a break.

Viscount Brewer and I also exchanged courtesies. You're about to kill me. Friendship must have been left behind in my mother's stomach. They hate cute, unaffordable men.

It was the iron virgin of the instrument of torture who was so self-centered as to recommend a step.

He pulled me violently, and Viscount Brewer whispered in his ear.

"Now I can't escape anymore. It's too late to regret it. You will be rewarded for your disgrace."

I deliberately pulled my teeth and smiled.

"I'll repay you the exact words." But don't get me wrong. What we're going to do now is a lie. to educate your bad-headed bulldog about what happens when you lick a woman. "

Now that they've declared war, I'm not going to change my appearance. From here on, the poisonous tongue of the Villain Daughter era of "108 times" is fully opened. Whispering and giggling like a good word, the blood vessels in Viscount Brewer's temple twitched and swelled. I'm sorry, Bulldog. Like this guy.

"... oh...!!"

I'm losing so much of my anger that I'm squeezing my mouth open. I wish I had a stroke and died.

Well, that's weird. Do you want to switch from bulldog to goldfish?

I suddenly laughed at the chase.

"Oh, you know Sir Humor." Not really. I'm downgrading myself from a dog to a fish. I would like to persist with Countess Rosenthal and let some idiot Viscount apprentice me. "

You can't beat a woman in an argument. Of course, the dance continues. I can't breathe because of this. It is a children's game compared to once defeating the powerful enemies who danced [thunder].

……!!

Viscount Brewer, who had become angry, tried to force me into the corner while reversing. It's not the first time I've met you. It's a breach of manners. We're moving to the center, and Fleckard is the usual, right? Maybe it's too puffy. Stay like this and I'll crash against the wall like a car that's turned there.

But it's useless. Compared to "thunder", dancing at this speed is a game. Viscount Brewer's face twisted uglyly as he slid through the impending wall and leaned against me.

……!!

The Countess of Rosenthal, who was watching, spoke with a small voice of vigilance. She was the only one who noticed the master of dance. Viscount Brewer cleverly changed his steps and stepped on me the other way. The high-speed rotation was a cloth stone for that. No one was able to follow me, so I made a trap to make me jerk off. Moreover, this direction and timing. As it was, I would have crashed my face into a Lomarian pillar. I see. It seems true that Viscount Brewer is good at crushing women in dance.

... but you're the wrong person to quarrel with.

I trampled on Viscount Brewer's instep at the counter. Viscount Brewer cries out in great pain.

"... I wonder if you have a gout. It's better if you pay attention to your eating habits."

I stepped on my left instep as well as my right. It is my modest concern to strike a balance.

It's not just your movement that's out of sight, it's my movement too. And this one was blindfolded in a long skirt. It's too advantageous to make me laugh. Know how stupid it is to put a trap on someone else. And thank you. If you wanted to, you could have smashed the bones with your heels, but you slowed down, and you slowed down.

"The night is still coming." ".... I don't know..."

Arnold blinked as he watched me flicker. His golden eyes seemed to burst out. Her brown skin was pale.

"... eek... I'll definitely quit fighting with him..."

Hey!! Don't be so frightened as to break my character!! This provocation is half intentional!!

And Arnold wasn't the only one. Most of the red nobles stopped dancing because of Viscount Brewer's loud voice, watching us dance. Well, I did it on purpose to try to make this happen.

"It's very attractive." I can't run anymore. I wonder if he will be publicly executed. "

When I instigated it, Viscount Brewer throbbed deep in his throat. There was not only anger in the groaning, but also fear. They finally realized that they were trying to catch up.

From there, Viscount Brewer was a mess.

I'm going to pull my hand down and try to break my posture, but I don't care if you do openly wash your legs. I don't have a dancing body anymore. On the other hand, I continued to dance leisurely without even breaking the central axis. He knocked out the joint of Viscount Brewer's wrist, controlled his spine with the flow of movement, counted the steps in his footsteps, and incorporated it into the dance. Now, let's break our hearts a little bit from here.

Viscount Brewer is getting chilly and sweaty.

You have no idea why. Instead of flipping through the holds, even the angle of the arm is quickly corrected and the dance is forced to continue. I felt like I had been attacked by a marionette by evil magic.

Is it over?

I let out a lazy smile like a villain's daughter in an attempt to quell my fear.

You idiot. Why do you think I chose a waltz to stick to?

The master of martial arts can predict the movement of the opponent by simply holding one hand.

I'm also extremely good at dancing.

Your palms, shoulder blades, upper arms, grips of each other's hands, and upper body in contact with it. With this much body contact, your next move will be out of sight. I can deal with it as much as I want.

Even as I tried to hit my back of my head against the pillar in the middle of the contra-check, I couldn't see my intentions for a few minutes. That's why when I continued to tame my eyes at the same speed, I deliberately reversed the movement, attracted my consciousness, and changed the rotation speed there. Of course, if you dance with the same tempo as before, you'll get off. But the Viscount didn't notice. The Viscount and I switched positions, losing sight of the pillar that was supposed to diagonally grate my back, and the Viscount was in awe.

I was about to sigh. Toothlessness is too much. My father would never get caught. It's like a skilled chess novice who can only read one hand like this. Let's have a little more fun. Impossible. I'm stunned and forget to breathe and wake up cyanosis. We have no choice. Let's close it.

"Ever since you made hold with me, no, ever since you tried to crush me with a dance, your defeat has already been decided."

Viscount Brewer's face twitched as I declared victory.

I've lost the energy to yell.

The Atlas silk shawl I borrowed from my mother shines red as I turn around. It's evidence of my favorite rpm. The red aristocrats groaned. As impossible as it was for your mother, this is the true reason why Atlas Silk was turned into a habit in the social world. It has the mysterious property of glowing certain colors at a certain speed. What Alisa was good at was blue, and I was red. It was a warrant to dance the best. The Hydrangea jewel and I were given the name Ruby, the appearance of red eyes and red hair, and this red glow when dancing.

... and of course, when I touch Viscount Brewer's joints, I sneak up on the glitter of Atlas Silk. Attract the attention of the audience to what stands out, and distract them from the movement of their true destiny. It is the basis of magic.

I was convinced of my victory, and I could barely afford it. The song is almost over. She smiled to reassure the mothers beyond the luxurious gold candlestick that lined up like Sword Mountain. I couldn't help loosening my mind for a moment.

"... on the candlestick... be a skewer!!"

The whole body was pulled up tight. Fleckar's centrifugal force peaked and my legs floated. Viscount Brewer threw me into the air. I realized that I couldn't win by reading, so I abandoned the dance, turned the board upside down, and went out into a forbidden hand. The tip of the candlestick gleamed like the tip of a spear.

Damn it...!! I can't believe you're committing murder in public surveillance. I was too scared to catch up with you. If I didn't kill him, I'd be in the mood to be killed. When I saw Viscount Brewer's face, which was frightened and twitching, I had to be more vigilant.

"Scarlett!!"

Mother and Countess Rosenthal screamed, and Blood, Seraphi, and Arnold, who were already aware of the crisis, rushed out.

However, it was slightly out of time. At this rate, I will fall and my back will be full of holes like cheese.... but my heart was quiet.

For some reason, I remembered Alisa's dance again.

Speaking of which, Alisa was a terrible bully in the "108th". I was fine when I was dressing up together, but one night I was taken out to a prom that had deceived my name. When I rushed to the venue, in the mean laughter of the Lady and the Lady, Alisa was in exactly the same predicament as I am now. The candlestick wasn't there, but Alysa was thrown into the cosmos with a momentum that didn't matter if she was injured on the floor.

Remember, what happened to Alisa...?!

I felt a flash of lightning. The sense of time is delayed. My body moves on its own. What to do, as if it had been decided in advance. I was tracing the movement of Alisa, who was burning brightly in her brain.

Yes. When I saw the sight, I was reminded that Alisa was no match for the dance of her life.

I pulled my hands and feet together. All the centrifugal forces turned to speed. And I controlled the direction of rotation. The Atlas Silk shawl became a red tornado. I did not dance in the distant universe. I spinned along with the dazed Viscount Brewer's body. Stagnantly, he jumped again directly in front of Viscount Brewer, drawing an arc through his back. It was as if it were a monologue. The Scarlet has returned safe and sound. From Viscount Brewer, it would have seemed like I had vanished and moved back in the blink of an eye.

Having just finished the song, I thanked elegantly as if nothing had happened.

It's complicated. I never thought Alysa would be able to help us.

Viscount Brewer opens his mouth. It was the resurrection of the acid-deficient goldfish.

"... what the hell... are you...!!"

The eyeballs of surprise seem to slip. The squeezed words were frayed and trembling.

I brushed my hair and smiled.

"You don't know courtesy." Even if you were a partner, you would look at such a spectacular creature instead of an endless greeting. I don't think I had enough of it yet. "

"If only there were monsters...!!"

The face of Viscount Brewer was a sight to behold. I tried to complain about my irrational existence with the look of a dead man, but I closed my eyes and wiped the bubble in the middle of my mind, and I fainted in a flash.

"Oh, even though it's going to be night, are you sleeping now?" Cheer up and have another song? "

I can't stand up. As I spun, I put my elbow behind his defenseless medulla oblongata.

I couldn't stop fighting. I was already able to calm down, but if I had bumped my emotions properly, I would have killed the Viscount...!!

"... my opponent is not strong enough." How does it feel to crawl at a woman's feet? Let the coldness of the floor cool your head and rethink your way of life. ”

I succeeded in making a deliberate bitter smile, but I couldn't walk because my knees were trembling. I had a momentary opposition to the beast that flinched inside me. He was incomparably more vicious and dangerous than Viscount Brewer.

It was quiet around here, as if I had poured water on it.

Whether or not you have shown something, you can make yourself aware.

Oh, I remember this feeling of loneliness. I tasted it during the Queen's 108th birthday. Only a handful of my closest friends, such as Matzo and Ethel Reed, showed me the same love that I felt when I knew my true nature.

It was an unexpected person who broke the silence.

"Awesome!! Scarlett!!"

While admiring Daewoo, Arnold grabbed my shoulders as he walked up with his big strands. However, it is not from the weather of a single cell. She murmured in a whisper so that no one else could hear her.

"You're nothing wrong." So don't tremble anymore. "

Arnold saw through the horror of my death.

"... so the guy with the power is frightened by that power because he's a good guy." I'll take all your tremors. I think we know a lot about you. We have a lot of allies. Remember when you get lost. You're not alone. There's nothing to be scared of. "

It was pleasant to hear, even though it was a theoretical rhetoric.

... because he's serious.

The eyes of a passionate golden eagle. I was not frightened anymore by the heat or by the reflection. I laughed when I lost my mind about myself, which was just as big as I was.

"That's it. Laughing like an invincible...... Scarlett......"

Yeah, I remember. When Arnold meant it, he said "I", not "I". And when I saw my name shining a little, I suddenly thought this idiot was a bit cute.

"... Arnold, there will be no unstoppable laughter toward the Lady." But I also agreed. I sincerely want to protect Mr. Scarlett's smile. Even as a merchant, your smile is my treasure. ”

Seraphi took one of my hands, broke his hips, and gently kissed the back of my hand. Polite, but behind Emerald's eyes is a flame that can't be beaten by Arnold. My chest was cut off by the gap. My face is burning. It's sloppy. Seraphi takes this very seriously.

By the way. My dreams are in retreat...

Serafi, are you going to join me as a home guard? I'm going to be your son-in-law. My father, who has a high reputation for seraphi, is going to be very happy. I'm sure you'll make a fool of yourself in the seraphi to give your beloved mother an exotic gift.

Next, I was gently slapped on the head.

It was always Blood, who laughed brightly at the bottom, unchanged.

"... well, that's it. So don't worry yourself." Scabies are smart, but there are many things you can't do. That's why we're here. If, in the unlikely event that you end up on the wrong path, we will stop you at your own peril. Buy it now with a three-person set of smiles. Would you like one, princess? "

Mischievous winks.

"That's why. Don't worry and do a lot of things." Be a scarecrow. Don't worry. We're always watching behind us. "

Serafi and Arnold nodded and smiled.

The core of the body warmed fluffily, and the tension became unbelievably relaxed, not only because Blood relieved me of the blood flow operation.

The compassion of the boys you can rely on stings in your chest when you're 28 years old.

Blood glanced at Viscount Brewer, who was fainting on the floor.

"... and then, the troubled old nobleman." We'll wake up in a while. First aid has been taken. You don't have to worry about that either. The after-effects don't matter. It was a stunning blow to the scabies. ”

It turns me around so much that I'm completely out of my mind.

You don't need a doctor. You can walk anywhere. One in the family, Mr. Blood.

Don't be too nice to me, all three of you. If you split up into enemy allies like you did in the 108th, I'll cry. I can't feel tears because I started from my baby at all.

"I've been shown something wonderful."

A big round of applause. The red nobles cleared the way. Countess Rosenthal walks up to me with a smile. Your mother is with you. The Countess glanced at Viscount Brewer, who was stretching out on the floor, and sneakily whispered to me.

"I'm almost done." This is what Viscount Brewer will be like fourteen years from now. I hope you will take a few moments to reflect on this matter. "

???

Well, what do you mean? I don't understand the meaning of the word, and while I was busy, Countess Rosenthal greeted one of the ladies and introduced her to us. She came as she had been waiting. The brilliance and triumph of my eyes showed me. The person who rushed to my mother just now.

"This is Lady York. He is a troubled person with a strong upward orientation and a love of plotting, but he can cut his head off and he will never betray an admitted opponent. I love dancing. I think I'll be a good friend to Master Cornelia."

The Lady Yorke stretched her chest proudly, as it might be said. It seems that the Countess of Rosenthal is very pleased. The blonde brown hair is shaken. The image of Yorkshire Terrier is small and cheeky. And indeed, she poured out a spirit of spare respect on her mother. But for some reason, you're surprised to see me sideways. It was like seeing a beast attacking. I'm surprised to see such a beautiful girl.

The Lady York praised her companions and her mother for deciding that she was safe. My mother's eyes are black and white because she looks like an idol. In particular, the Lady Yorke dares to say that conversation alone is not enough for her skinning. This guy, he's like Alisa... The load was too winning for the mother who was tied up, and the response was dull. It was moody to be disillusioned, but they were rather exuberant with merciful gestures. Oh, my God, you're in a mess.

Unless the Countess of Rosenthal ordered the dissolution, she could have abducted her mother and entered the next meeting. The Ladies of York walked away without a trace, but they didn't get excited, and it was a long way off. If I left it like this, I might listen to "Cornelia-sama's Legend" all over the place. A modest mother dies of shame.

But luckily for you, tonight's ball is a night of illusions.

If Countess Rosenthal's demonic eyes solved the problem, no one would remember anything.

However, the Count of Rosenthal denied that your mother's quiet routine would be respected.

"... it's true that tonight's ball was a reenactment of fourteen years ago with my magical eyes." But it's not just an illusion. What happens is overwritten by the participant's memory as true. Instead of the memory of bullying Cornelia. You're the only ones who remember both events. "

Eh!? I mean, that's...

To my surprise, Countess Rosenthal nodded. Then I turned to my mother.

"Even after I solved the demon's eyes, everyone remembers Cornelia dancing [thunder] at the ball and being admired. It's a small gift from me. No more red aristocrats to underestimate you. I don't think this kind of thing will make up for your suffering for a long time....."

This man put his life on the line for his mother's future and held this ball...!!

The Countess of Rosenthal folded herself and coughed in agony, hurrying her mother to support her. The complexion is cloudy. I quickly hid it with a fan, but the Countess of Rosenthal was vomiting blood. Sitting beside her mother, she managed to reach the bench and lowered her hips, but she barely supported herself thanks to her backrest and armrests.

"...... It looks like your time is running out." I don't think so. It's a reward for your bad deeds. I was prepared not to die like a son of a bitch. "

Mother clenched the bitterly smiling Countess Rosenthal's hand in tears.

"... no, Countess Rosenthal, you have done me well enough. I'm sure... even that night 14 years ago...!! If only I had noticed that kindness earlier..."

The countess wipes her mother's tears with her fingertips. The fingertips were trembling. The Countess was so debilitated that even that single action was a burden. Even so, I will not stop fighting evil. I'm trying to lighten the burden on my mother. The gentle strength strengthened our breasts.

"... people who don't have the ability to learn. You taught me to put your emotions on the map easily. You don't cry for a bad woman like me.... if you're shy, don't be shy. Hell's Woman is a mockery. Tears are tears. I'm going to split up with my friends....."

In response, the mother laid on her knees on the floor and held the hand of Countess Rosenthal in her chest, laughing and crying.

"... then I'm right to cry." I'm sure we've been friends since that day 14 years ago. We just didn't notice each other.... you are a gentle and proud... my... proud best friend. till now, till now..... "

The tearful mother's voice was uninterrupted at the end. The Countess of Rosenthal smiled like a sister watching her sister with a pale face.

"... you really don't read the air.... I can't believe you're giving me such a happy word when you're dying.... I'll always want to protect you... But already....."

And the Countess of Rosenthal saw not far here. That was the scene of her lost past. The moonlight from the window illuminates her lonely cheek.

"... I don't want to die.... more to your strength...... I'm sorry. I'm always halfway there... hey, Ronnie, Teddy, this isn't good, but let me see you in the world. I have so much to apologize for....."

The countess's consciousness began to cloud. The tone is back to the old Lona. Hazel's eyes faded into gray. It's a phenomenon just before people die.

"Countess Rosenthal!! Blood!! Do something!!"

Mother screamed and looked at Blood with a screaming eye. Blood touched the Countess's neck and quickly stood up and wore his hat quietly.

"... I can only relieve my anguish a little." I'll make you cum already. This man burned his life for Mr. Cornelia. It's no wonder he was dead long ago, but he had the energy to do it. unless a miracle happens..... "

Mother and Blood's voice had not reached Countess Rosenthal. She stretched out her fingertips and searched for an old rose corsage to adorn her hair. The countess gave a shameful smile.

"... my... rose..."

Her cheeks were faintly red when she lost bloodiness.

"... only once... you wanted to see that person... again..."

I finally grumbled in a voice that I could hear. My mother and I were intuitive when it came to my father. Tears like morning dew passed through the countess' cheeks. Your eyelids are slowly closing. The fire of life goes out...!!

We had no choice but to keep watch over the situation. The ruby I grabbed won't answer. I'm sorry. How helpless I am. After a long period of misunderstanding, I finally got to know your mother and the Countess. Our friendship has only just begun. I can only look at the parting that is too soon with my fingers in my hand.

"... please, open your eyes......!!... Countess Rosenthal......!! You can't cum without being rewarded......!! God......! Such a sad ending......!! Is this how you treat someone who has abandoned you and done everything for others......!?"

Only her mother could not give up, and she was weeping as she embraced the Countess.

"... Mother..."

It was when I curled my lips.

"...... Cornelia!! Are you safe!!"

Father jumped in the wind during the dance. The glow of the golden candlestick illuminates the face, bright red eyes, red hair, and red riding clothes. Time seemed to stand still. The scene reminiscent of the painting opened wide the eyes of the Countess of Rosenthal, who was closing her eyes.

His father found his mother and gave her a relaxed expression, but when he saw the embraced Countess Rosenthal, he couldn't understand what was happening and was puzzled. He looked around at us to ask for an explanation, and his eyes stopped at the countess's hair ornament. After tilting his head for a moment, he blinked, and a stunned expression of lightning struck him.

The red iris of your father's eyes clearly captured the eyes of Countess Rosenthal's hazel and Brunette's hair. His staggered body and moaning told the story of his father's shock. Your father realized who the Countess Rosenthal hated.

"... you... can't be... Rona...? That's right." I'm sure. The color of her eyes and hair is Rona's...!! Damn it, why didn't I notice until now...!! "

Cursing himself and running in amazement, Father's usual clear expression peeled off and he looked like a boy with a hard face.

"...... Vendel...... ma'am......"

The light returned to Countess Rosenthal's eyes and fresh tears spilled down her eyes. The extended fingertip touched my father's hand.

"... Rona, have you kept my hair ornaments?" For decades......!! I didn't realize I was you... but I hated my wife's revenge and you......!! I'm sorry......! "

The color of the faded rose corsage told the ages.

The Countess of Rosenthal was gentle.

"... that's fine. I'm so dirty."... it's only natural that you don't know. But Lord Vendel remembered me. You found me. So don't cry anymore... because I'm sure I'm more of a matchmaker than anyone else in the world right now... "

The Countess of Rosenthal gently strokes her father's weeping hair.

The embarrassed cheek was satisfied as if it would never be forgotten again. There was no faint dust on the face of the poisonous woman in the palace.

She has finally returned to her true self.

The long journey of wearing a bad girl's mask is over.

A miracle has happened.

At the end, God was right to reward Rona for her first love to the Countess Rosenthal.