The Villainess Will Crush Her Destruction End Through Modern Firepower

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- His name is Miss Villain.

The house is on fire. The city is on fire. The palace is on fire.

The city where the flames broke in and the black smoke seemed like a great city was once even called the center of culture. Culture ─ Literary works, music, opera. It was the cultural center where various things were created.

That is now in ruins.

I move on through the city of that collapsed culture.

On its right hand side, it was equipped with too large a cannon - a 120mm caliber rifle cannon, which was used to turn the city into a ruin, and I proceeded through the ruins. Ride away everything that stands in my way with that cannon, and proceed silently toward the palace without telling me whether or not to.

Even if the hard-surviving soldiers resist by releasing arrows from the crossbow, I dodge it in a human detached motion as if I could see the ballistics of the arrows.

─ ─ The Class 3 Combat Conformity measure is a huge success. The reflex nerves are greatly enhanced along with the physical boost. The enemy's arrows seem to stop and see. I don't have a hard time avoiding it, and I don't have a hard time thanking you.

And give the soldiers a thank you shell. Yes, go ahead!

"Now, Blau, Gerp, Roto. Any leftovers around?

As I inquire, three fairies - three flickering dresses cute - share the sight of my family.

Video flows into the optic nerve and that appears in windows like windows.I run my eyes at the same time to the three sights the three fairies are watching.

"There's a soldier standing in front of the palace, Master."

"No enemy shadow in the rear."

"Perimeter clear!

No. Fairies are great for reconnaissance drones because their presence can only be detected by fitters, really. Although they don't like it a bit, they'll fix their mood later when they get their treats up.

I go amongst the carcasses of soldiers who have already become irresistible and head to the palace in the mood to sing even in my nose, blowing up the broken carriage and hurried barricades economically with cannons.

There were close guards in front of the palace. Soldiers who fought in this war. I recognize that blue and white uniform.

"Ha ha...... You must be joking. I thought it was a common forklore on the battlefield, but it was real. There was such a monster."

The Kingsguard's uncle smiles a tight smile, and at the same time leaks a dry laugh.

"The Red Devil. Dragon killer witch. Prussian punishment. Why does such a monster exist? That's crazy. He said he would raid our empire on such a single horseback and turn it into a sea of fire. It can't be possible. Why are you..."

The Kingsguard's uncle looks at me with the face that he doesn't understand sincerely.

"Your narrow horizons are a failure. I only accomplished this with the magic I have now. I may have had some talent, but I stand before you guys like this because I didn't give up on creativity and I kept pursuing magic. Do you need more explanation than that?

I smiled and asked my Kingsguard uncle back.

"It's a monster…………………."

"You can't win..."

"You demon..."

The close guards are shivering in pity and terror, pointing a crossbow at me.

"Then let's ask, the Red Devil. Aren't you a child yet? Why are you okay with killing people and killing so many people? Some of the things you destroyed were women and children. When I left with the soldiers, I had a family. Why are you okay......!?

The words of the Kingsguard's uncle were boring.

"I don't know. Several brain modules are acting to hesitate to kill. Several brain modules also concern the conscience, which is the most obstructive in carrying out so-called killings. But what if we can force those modules to stop?

Well, this is my bragging story.

"No way, no way. Brad, did you rub your own brain with magic? That mo, to stop something called a mod? To take your conscience away from yourself?

"Exactly. No conscience, no mercy, no mercy exists for me right now. It's just a fighting machine to get rid of the enemy. If the opponent is an enemy soldier, he can pull the trigger relentlessly. I have no pity for anyone who got caught up in this attack."

I made it. To make the human brain a truly combat-oriented form.

"You're a monster. He is only a monster such as a killing machine with a missing conscience. Even ordinary soldiers sometimes hesitate to kill their enemies."

"That's what's flawed as a soldier, uncle. Soldiers don't need a conscience or anything. Soldiers who all advance on the signal of a whistle squad and fight until their opponents are wiped out, without fear of death, are the true soldiers. Isn't that right?

Okay, well. Is the Kingsguard's uncle the type to feel nostalgic about war? That doesn't suit my taste. I'm the type of person who wants thorough efficiency. I can't stand to see the old battlefield. It is lamentable that a killer would hesitate for a soldier of his profession to kill his enemies.

"You don't even have patriotism?

"Hmm. You don't. Now I am only interested in destroying my enemies. Of course, you'd be happy if the people of my country would be happy with it"

Patriotism, huh? I don't know where to feel patriotic in a country like banishing the Duke's family as mean as a little heroine.

"Well, it's time to finish talking, okay? I still have the job of making this lovely, luxurious and worthwhile palace even more beautiful. It's fun to chat, but it's not a good idea to give it to work."

That's what I told them, and I turn the gun opener to the Kingsguards.

Ammo species, grenades. Serial shooting.

"Devil! You're going to hell!

"Demons, what do you think demons and people are? I have a fine name my parents gave me."

The cannon erupted fire at the same time as the shouting of the Kingsguard's uncle.

When the shells land, the explosion flames and blows up every barricade of Kingsguards. Uncle of the Kingsguard, who talked to me until just now, was also blown up and joined by an unspeakable corpse that was all over the city.

A revolver-type auto-loading device automatically loads the next bullet, and I slam the shells in as they roar loudly toward the surviving Kingsguards.

"Blau. No more enemies?

I'm not here, Master.

That's how the fairy Blau returns when I ask the heated cannon toward heaven.

'But, okay, Master? I've never been this far...'

"We need it, Blau. The enemy sees us sweetly. They need to indulge in something called fear. And I want to get data in action."

Well, most of the reason I want actual data, right? Heh. ♪

And I point the gun at the palace.

"Oh. I forgot to tell you. My name is Astrid Zophy von Oldenburg. Make it a tireless explorer of sorcery, human ammunition depot. Finally, I'm doing villain warrants and so on. Nice to meet you, gentlemen. And goodbye."

I told him so and began the task of rubbling the ni laughter and splendid palace.

I thought it would be coolest to destroy a splendid palace at the tip of a tree. Beautiful things are the best moments to break. I can indulge from the bottom of my heart when I am practicing exactly the act of sabotage. I rarely get this chance.

Well, why don't we look back at the past and see how this is happening?

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That was me when Astrid Zophy von Oldenburg was 4 years old.

A girl with a long name, like an idiot named Astrid Zophy von Oldenburg, has a charm point with bright red hair like a flame. I always proudly showed off this bright red hair and stretched it to my waist.

So, I remembered everything the day I was rushing down the stairs in a big hurry when I heard my cousin, Iris, had come to see me, face-diving from the fifth step of the stairs to the floor.

... I have memories of my previous life!

I want you to listen quietly because this is not a yellow ambulance case. Please.

My previous life was my first year of college when I finally reached adulthood. By the way, the department is literary.

I was a bit of a military girl and enjoyed a fun nerdy life. My favorite warships, tanks and fighters... or something like that derail the conversation, so let's put it back together.

I should have enjoyed living alone & enjoying a fun nerdy life since my first year in college, but when I realized I was a 4 year old girl. The whole thing, I don't know what it is. I really don't know why.

But it is this name Astrid Zophy von Oldenburg that I can clearly tell. This matched exactly the name of the character that would appear in the maiden gay "Wish for a Shooting Star” that I played in my previous life so that I could be pushed halfway to Ota friends.

Then it didn't take long for me to remember everything.

The name of this country, the Prussian Empire. The name of His Majesty the Emperor who governs this Prussian Empire, Wilhelm III. The name of the school I plan to enroll in, St. Satanakia School of Magic. And the name of His Royal Highness the First Prince, Friedrich.

Everything is the setting of that world of "wish for a shooting star”.

I only borrowed it once and cleared all the routes. I can see everything.

The first thing is that I'm not the protagonist of this game.

That I am a commonly called villain's warrant lady and a position in the way of the protagonist.

And the fact that the heroine and the target of the attack are in the midst of a glorious happy ending, that this is the only route that will take me to the end: home demolition & deportation.

Ordinary people would've stuffed their lives here! You'd think so, but I'm not. I am always motivated to live positively.

From what I remember, I should have had the qualities of witchcraft just to be the main character's rival. Yes, magic exists in this world. People live in abundance by witchcraft. The so-called sword and magic fantasy world.

Well, then, then.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could hone all my witchcraft qualities to pay back the fate of the Bad End!

Knowledge from previous life is useful for this purpose.

I am a military woman in full view. I have some knowledge of the mechanism of artillery shells that shoot through the armor of the enemy's robust tanks, the mechanism of fighters that fly freely in the sky, and the mechanism of guided bombs that do not remove the target.

To the best of my knowledge, such sorcery and weapons have not yet been developed in this world. Because it's a fantasy world of swords and magic.

Then, then, it is.

All you have to do is blossom my witchcraft talent early, reconcile it with my adoration for this still developing world of witchcraft - modern weapon technology that won't burn, and punch through the waiting bad-end!

Yeah! It feels like the best plan ever!

"If you agree with this, raise your hand."

"I agree!

"Agree!"

"Agree!"

Future policies were unanimously passed at the Astrid Brain Conference.

Thus, the purpose of my life was set at the age of 4.

One thing, don't fail to train to blossom your witchcraft talent.

One is the successful fusion of magic and modern weapon technology in this world.

One thing, avoid what is likely to be a bad end if possible.

One thing is to acquire the ability and save as much as it would be okay to have your home torn down.

If you just do this, you must be fine no matter what happens!

From the day I thought about it, I had a wisdom fever and I had the feather to fall asleep for seven days. Though my parents rushed to call a therapist to treat them, my little brain did not fail to receive my suddenly remembered memory, and the fever lasted seven days.

But when I woke up from the fever, I renewed my resolve!

Whatever it is, we don't welcome a fateful bad-end! If the Bad End is waiting, he'll crush it with the firepower I can hold! I'm not like the miserable Astrid in the story!

Come on, you can't stay asleep, Garderman! Special training in magic from today!

Huh? Ever since I got into school for my sorcery training?

It's too late, Father!

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