The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

After passing through the sea of storms, there was a reasonable amount of pleasure spreading.

It's a blue sky that I want to thank God for my luck surviving.

The Orange Chamber of Commerce-owned ship, the Bronche, kicks off the white waves and rushes through the sea like an arrow.

The sea breeze blesses you and the white sails ring with joy

Reliable three-pillar foremast, main mast and mison mast do not loosen in any way. They were chosen 300 years ago to be sail columns and cut from trees that were raised. The large bar yard that was attached to it was pulled by the place and turned, and the recoil was never wobbled, whether it was to be filled with wind on the trapezoidal sail beneath it.

It's the best chase. The ship's sails were mobilized and enjoyed the power of nature.

The split thrust of the bow also covered the side with sailing wind, as if it were a shield of the brave. It's a heartbreaking sight to strike at every obstacle and attack.

The power of the wind moving the ship was indeed the protection of the sea gods.

The enormous natural forces that accelerate sailing are overwhelming when viewed from the perspective of man.

"To the east, almost... change course, rudder right rotation two!!"

The pilot shouted downward from the rear deck. It's a big voice that can't beat the sea breeze.

Along with Serafi, he was the man who called out to the stranded Duke.

Its light black and muscular appearance seemed more or less appropriate to perform the light trade of ascending and descending shrouds like athletic playthings on a mast at a monkey's speed and flying lightly from yard to yard. But he was the captain of the ship.

"Aye! Route change, right rotation guide!! It's a lot more cautious ah"

The steerer echoes with a clattering voice. Turn the steering wheel.

The steerer's steering wheel is inside the ship, not on the deck, so it can be heard.

"When the lady is dressing up with a smooth sail, be elegant and elegant. Besides, the Duke Sama is in trouble too. I can handle the rudder!!"

Compare the Bronche with a woman with a full sail, and the captain lightly slapped her mouth.

"Leave it to me!! I can't worship the outside with my pins under the deck, eh?"

The pilot complained, but the tone included laughter. Helmed with intuition and experience, he responds well to the demands of the captain of the voyage.

Originally, the navigator went down to the small transmission port and asked for instructions, but both the captain and the pilot had huge voices that they both recognized, and they were aware of their feelings, so this was done when they sailed safely.

"... rudder wheel? I was shown something interesting. Excellent ships and sailors."

Appreciatively, Scarlet's father, the Duke, rose up on deck.

He has been watching the steerer turn the wheel.

"Well, you've hardly seen Hydrangea."

To the red-haired Duke, the captain of the voyage smiles with his teeth.

"We've been doing a lot to make sure this ship has the lowest number of people on board. Thanks to you, there's a lot of rope everywhere, so please say Princess Marionette to the people with bad mouth."

The captain speaks with a sense of reassurance toward known humans.

He was totally impressed by the Duke, who didn't show a single drunk in the stormy sea.

The men of the sea open their hearts to the people they admit.

The sea of storms is hell. The sound of the waves roars like thunder. Any giant ship is swarmed vertically and horizontally like a leaf. The wind screams in my ears. Unstoppable waves, waves and winds continue unabated.

Shaking is not just ship shaking. The closer the sea level is to the thought that the ship might sink. The more the ship is thrown into space, the farther away the sea. The continuum.

If you're on deck, you won't feel comfortable just clinging to the mast, and you'll want to fix yourself on a rope. Still, you will pray to God with tremors without peace of mind.

After that, the waves pass through the deck to the point where they don't like it many times. It's as if I don't feel sorry if I don't wash everything away. If you get caught up, you'll definitely end up with seaweed.

Wave sprays cloud and cover the entire ship like fog. But unlike fog, it has the destructive power to easily blow humans away. The smell of the tide and the pain in the sea water that enters your eyes. The sea rolls in front of a ship as if it were blowing white smoke. Like a giant creature groaning over its prey.

The Duke, who was flat in such a stormy voyage and didn't show a single shipsickness, was a very strange place for sailors who were familiar with strange things. Incidentally, his son Bernard is still unable to move due to seasickness. Unless you're a sailor, that's normal. The Duke is too unusual. Amid the appearance of their red hair and eyes and the fact that they were heroes, superstitious, they regarded the Duke as some sort of transcendent.

The captain wasn't so superstitious, but he didn't change it at first glance. Moreover, the Duke understood the value of the ship and its sailors and praised them for their hospitality. A high-ranking man named Duke. There is no doubt that this captain, who loves the sea and this ship more than anyone, feels bad about it.

So he was always in a good mood when talking to the Duke.

Answer the Duke's questions in person.

"I'm sure I've never seen it before. In Hydrangea, the steerer is changing the direction of the ship by leaning over a long stick. What was that name again? Whip..."

"Whip staff, come on. Well, even with the rudder wheel, just using a rope and pulley doesn't change the principle of moving the rudder plate."

After inspecting the various pieces of rigging, the navigator said as he watched the sailors scattering sand on the deck.

"That's the legendary Bronche of the Orange Chamber of Commerce. It surprises me a lot. It's an honor to have you on board. Thanks to you, I'm going to be in time for my wife's birth."

In the Duke's words, the captain murmured and narrowed his eyes.

"... did you still know? About this ship."

From the last deck, which is even higher than the rear deck, Serafi, the president of the Orange Chamber of Commerce, stepped forward and entered our conversation.

"The ship at the beginning of the Orange Chamber of Commerce. It's a lucky ship that built its fortune by transporting oranges in bad weather in ancient times. It is the only ship that holds the head of the Orange Chamber of Commerce. While all the other ships gave up, only the ship stuck to the storm and proudly sailed white. Therefore, the sailors say, with all due respect, that the ship is called Bronche... by the name of a white woman."

"You seem to be familiar with this situation. The only reason we took the invitation lightly was because we had a chance."

Serafi smiles bitterly.

"I'm not so drunk as to entrust fate to a ship I don't even know. It depends on whether or not you can see your wife at the moment of delivery. Cornelia is a newborn."

In an underdeveloped world of medicine, childbirth can be quite dangerous. That is why the Duke tried to cross the sea of storms by changing his blood phase.

In fact, Scarlet was already born at this point because it was two weeks premature than planned due to the effect of an abortion medication arranged by the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce. And Brad, the eldest son of the "extra-territorial people", dressed up as a maid, protected her from the hands of Sherlock's devil, and treated the Duchess postpartum, but no one here noticed such a situation.

Serafi nodded at the Duke's words.

That's what I'm going to murmur about and keep talking.

"This ship is almost the only property left in the Orange Chamber of Commerce. There are only a few port facilities left. We lost competition with the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce and most of our property was seized."

"I'm afraid you lost your ancestors at the Orange Chamber of Commerce."

Serafi chewed his lips with remorse.

"When my father died, I was still a child. My father... No, we'll talk about this later. My mother died in the shock of losing her father, trying to follow him. My father was originally lonely and had no other relatives. When the chaos subsided, the Orange Chamber of Commerce was largely deprived of people and property by the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce."

Cerafi is still a child, but this toddler is an indication of how old it was.

A strange genius, he always regretted that if he had been born a little earlier, he would have been able to help Orange.

The captain nodded bitterly.

"All that remained were sailors who had walked their fate with their father since their inception. And it was only this Bronche at the beginning of the Orange Chamber of Commerce."

"Did you invite me to this ship in anticipation of my support? Or revenge on Sherlock."

Serafi nodded without fear to the Duke, who asked quietly.

The sea breeze lifts the hair and brings out the eyes.

"The name of the Red Duke is big. Even without financial assistance, the name is just behind it, making it a huge weapon for merchants. But that's not all. Duke, we can fight you with the Orange Chamber of Commerce. Because I was convinced."

The Duke's eyes became sharp in Serafi's words.

"What do you mean?"

"I'd like to ask you one question before that. Is there any rumor that you have made a deal with the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce?"

"No... Father, Lord Baygod is welcoming Sherlock...?"

Serafi looks seriously at the confused Duke.

"We, the Orange Chamber of Commerce, have lost our rights, but we still have our past. We can get information from all over the world.... as soon as you travel in secret. Ambrosine, the eldest daughter of the Sherlock family, stepped into the Duke's Mansion. She said she came to say hello to her real wife as a mistress. From now on, the Duke will stay at Sherlock Mansion, so I have announced to the Duchess that I will contact you at Sherlock Mansion."

The Duke changes shape as he listens.

"Sir Baygod was there. The Duchess would have had no choice but to believe Ambrosine's words."

The eyes of the Duke of Wilhelm are stained with dark red.

The color of his eyes when he decided to crush his enemies relentlessly.

His eyes tremble at what he sees, under the synonym of the Red Duke.

He was wise enough to understand all the events and conspiracies in his current talk.

"Did you tell Cornelia that you weighed..."

His voice was as quiet as his eyes.

There was a melancholy of earthquake signals.

"... you did it. Sherlock Chamber of Commerce. And Father, Marquis Baygod. How dare you do what you want while I'm gone."

The Duke called his father Marquis, not Sir. His anger rose to the brink.

"I have another bad news. Your former subordinate. The three Hydrangean warriors who are now in hiding are silent. She hasn't shown her face in a familiar tavern for a long time. Probably not in the world anymore."

The Duke's eyes were opened. The color of the shock runs through.

As he left Hydrangea, the Duke entrusted his men, Bobby, Bill and Brian, with the task of providing a shady escort to the Duchess. Even though they are old, they are the best of the best. Above all, these three were reasonably careful and understood everything. You can't beat any enemies and cope with unforeseen situations. So I was relieved.

It is an easy opponent to deal with secretly.

"Throughout the last two months or so, there have been successive sightings of three giant beasts along the border with Hydrangea. Then an old man with one eye came into contact with the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce."

"... the Magic Dog of Juouda...!!"

There was a name that came out of the bottom of my memory.

The Duke made his teeth crouch.

My hair was upside down.

"... Cornelia...!"

The Duke crushed his wife's name and clasped his sweaty hand with fear.

The face of the man who looked at us with the rest of his eyes burning with hatred, even with one crushed eye, rises up behind the Duke's head. More than a decade ago, with the three warriors, we were able to hunt down even the hardest of battles, but only a few more managed to escape.

If the opponent had accumulated more power at that time, the defeat of the three warriors would be enough.

And that meant the Duchess had zero bodyguards.

On the contrary...

"... I've been attacked by magic dogs."

Serafi raised her forehair herself.

The forehead that is always hidden is revealed.

There was, of course, a huge imperfection.

"My father was a ruthless merchant. After the success, even the Bronch's people turned into distant cold-blooded men. But my father..."

Serafi's face was distorted.

It's not the usual clear face, but the expression of the right age.

"My father died protecting me from a magic dog. She laughed and said she wanted to live. And I want you to trust Bronsch's people... and my father... and my father..."

The navigator gently watches the trembling serafi.

"The Orange generals returned to their former generals at the end. Not a merchant, but a sailor who laughed and died. I threw my life to protect my wife and child. Then we on the Bronch have to protect the General's oblivion. I have to respond to that spirit."

The captain laughed at Serafi as he nodded.

The sailors also held their hands and turned their hot masks towards the serafi.

Pushed by the gaze, Serafi raised his face.

"It was the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce that played the Magic Dog. I hate them! That's really why I'm here to help you. I..."

Serafi's eyes were feverish.

Usually, there was a lot of passion and expression hidden in the forehair.

"... I want to avenge my father!!"

The sea breeze shook up Serafi's determination.