The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

This is about your mother's perspective from the last 108 times in her life. Vendell is your fa

My name is Cornelia Malakite Noel Ringard Melville.

He is the wife of the Duke of Wilhelm, known by the name of the hero of this country, the Duke of Red.

I'm shaking my hair barefoot and walking down the hallway like a ghost.

I go down the long corridor of the rugged Duke's Mansion, scratching my feet.

I wandered to take my child by the horrible intentions of killing.

I can't stop myself.

I don't want to do that!

My heart screams with all its strength.

And yet I can't help myself.

The body is moved by hatred and murder.

It's as if the evil spirits were on board.

"It's all her fault... if she doesn't give birth..."

I was horrified by my cursed voice.

There is no sin in a newborn child.

And yet you're trying to hold me responsible for my misfortune and kill me hungrily.

The son of Vendell and I have been waiting for ten years.

Our bond at last.

I'm trying to break it with my own hands.

This will never be allowed.

I really don't want this!

But the voice of your heart trying to stay with you is too small.

The fog of hate drives the mind mad.

My head gets in the way of my mind.

Somebody stop me.

I drowned in a whirlpool of murder, desperately trying to get my face out, screaming in my heart many times.

Somebody stop me! Come on, come on.

... you can kill me!!

The hasty cry that looks back and forth at me is far away and sounds nasty.

No one can predict that a mother who has just given birth has escaped to kill her child.

It is not easy to look for people in this wastefully spacious mansion.

Sudden rain pours through the roof of the mansion, making a loud noise and running through it.

You broke my weak heart, like you did that day.

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I can't forget that day.

How many times have you remembered and shed tears?

It was soon after my husband Vendell left the house by royal decree.

His father and mother, the Marquises of Baigod, visited me unexpectedly and boarded me in a carriage.

It happened when I was about to enter my eighth month of pregnancy.

Surprised by the sound of violent hoofs and flashy wheels, looking out the window, I blushed with the emblem of the carriage to find out who the visitor was. I tried to get up from the chair by the window, but the balance broke down and I sat down again. My knees were trembling.

By the way, why is that father-in-law and mother-in-law in her husband's absence?

I caught my stomach reflectively.

My stomach was sharp and tingling with an ominous hunch.

I had a bad feeling about it.

It was a malicious visit.

The Marquises of Baygod retreated the gatekeepers with a horse whip and suddenly rode in a carriage in front of the door.

desperately kept pushing them,

"This is my original territory. Against the lord? By the people."

And yelled, and ran over the horse. He looked at them and laughed at them as they ran away.

There was a red spot on the back of the gatekeepers who told me later.

It's not a decent human thing to do.

I want to run. I don't want to see you.

But I have to go. I am the mistress of this mansion now that he is away.

Holding a heavy stomach, I went out to pick them up.

My feet are heavy.

There can be no substitute among the poor.

I have to deal with it myself.

The sound of my stepfather's stepmother's staff stepping out of the carriage rang, and I was relieved.

My hands were sweating.

I trusted this stepfather and stepmother.

A gentle husband, Vendell's father and mother.

It was tough, but I was sure he was guiding me with a demonic mind so that I could grow into a fine Duchess.

Until that nightmare night.

That day, my father-in-law and mother invited me to a night club with a gentle voice.

Vendell was absent from the Mansion on official business.

I was invited to the evening party as a reward for the efforts of the aristocratic society to be recognized. I stood as if I had been caught in cold water.

A lot of nobles were waiting for me before I could take pleasure.

It was all the old blood of this country, the old nobles, the "red nobles".

These were the rulers of Hydrangea before our new aristocracy, the Blue Nobles, entered the region.

Heavy doors plunged and closed behind me.

The historic old mansion still retained the character of the castle.

Thick stone walls to prevent enemy infiltration also block calls for help from the inside.

It was a big hall that lured enemies in a long time ago, trapped them and killed them all.

A sneering giggle broke out everywhere.

I was fitted.

Your father's warning came back.

"The Red Nobles" are ancient crazy values. The aristocrats of the old bloodline believe that whatever they do will be forgiven. Some are like the Duke of Red, but don't forget to be careful. "

My husband, Vendell,

"Don't trust my father and mother. Especially when those two come to visit me when I'm away. Never forgive the surroundings. If you're invited by the Red Nobles, give me my name and never say no. Your virtues of trusting people don't apply to you. It's going to be a lot of trouble if you follow me alone."

She taught me so many times as to persevere.

The bad feeling between the two of us went away.

I caught myself in a trap in a trap.

I wanted to run away now.

The smiles of the "Red Nobles" were terrible.

Even though there are no shards in the friendly atmosphere, it is a good idea to have a smile.

I felt surrounded by a pack of creepy masks.

But there's no way I can go home now.

A heavy iron door was fitted with two adults moving around.

The exit was denied.

And I am even the Duchess.

So brave and inspiring myself.

I can't discredit my husband, Vendell.

I tried to catch up with fear, laugh with love, squeeze away scarce knowledge, and talk to them.

I continued to follow the pathetic Azumi.

They would have looked ridiculous.

The animal being cooked must have looked charming.

The Red Nobles invited me here just to make fun of me and sacrifice me.

I was sweet.

The "blue nobles" treated me as the Duchess, whatever my heart might be.

The "Red Nobles" were asking me not to do anything so bad.

My fantasy was crushed in no time.

My insidious attitude instead propelled the "red nobles" to their abusive minds.

It was judged to be a toy that could be treated any way.

And worse yet, they were accustomed to such a person.

Absolutely obedient slaves and irresistible low-status people.

The "red aristocracy" treated me harshly so that whimsical children could break and play with the doll.

Every time I spoke, a burst of laughter burst out everywhere.

Each one of the movements was criticized loudly.

Whatever I did, I was made to laugh.

Something to eat and wine came flying towards me.

Everyone did it flat as a matter of course.

The dress Vendell gave me for her birthday was soiled.

I wore it in haste to make a better impression.

An expensive gift that he was forced to buy.

A memorable item that fits well and praises me for being beautiful.

I put it on and kissed him for the first time.

Such precious memories of me are played with malice.

Hate and murder were not enough.

My memories were tainted solely for the purpose of discrediting others.

The colour of the original fabric becomes so contaminated that it becomes unknown.

If this were to happen, you should at least have worn a different dress.

My uncle, who is supposed to cover me, takes the initiative to incite everyone.

My gaze for salvation is colder than anyone else's.

Contempt and ridicule that may end forever.

I've never been so surrounded by malice.

Rather than being a member of the nobility, they treated me as a spectacular animal.

I smiled hard.

Her cheeks were crying before she knew it.

Even with tears, I kept laughing.

Because I couldn't think of anything else I could do.

I was helpless. The smile was as stiff as a mask.

I shrunk at least to cover my dress.

How can I apologize to Vendell?

They sniffed what I wanted to protect and focused on the dress laughing.

That's all I've made fun of, so they'll feel better already.

That's why I want you to let go.

That was all I could hope for.

My wish was not fulfilled.

How long has it taken?

Someone hung my foot from behind with some pattern, and I fell unusually on the floor.

The voice grows louder and louder.

In despair, I realized.

They are not tired of torturing others.

When I try to play a new game, something comes to the edge of my vision.

Blood and organs full of pigs' heads and buckets are transported.

Gather candlesticks with fire.

You're an interesting hobbyist, Jibier, and I hear you laugh.

I screamed like a toddler in my heart.

I was at my limit. Both boastfulness and pride were ruthlessly shattered.

Help me!! Scary! I'm scared!

Help me!

Vendell!

To ask for help, his mouth was pounding, but he did not speak.

My vocal cords were numb due to fear.

I knew how the hunted animals felt.

They must have died secretly in such despair and loneliness.

The head of the pig was covered by me.

Your eyes are drooling and mucus is pouring in, causing severe pain.

I was exposed to blood and organs.

The smell is too strong to breathe.

It was repeated persistently over and over again.

The "red aristocrats" kept teasing me with joy after I was stuck in shock.

They dance around me in blood. Laugh roughly.

Cruelty as a child, they strike at adult malice.

The dancing shadowsman is in turmoil. The nightmare lasted forever.

I finally understood what Vendell and your father were so worried about.

I should have listened more seriously.

I was too ignorant of the malice of the "Red Nobles".

"You guys!! What are you doing!!"

When my husband Vendell jumped in shouting, I couldn't even stand up and shrunk in circles. I'm sure you'll see worse if you stand up. He bit his thumbnail as if the toddler had retreated and just trembled.

If he had arrived a little later, I would have lost my mind.

To his long-awaited voice, I sought help and tried to scream.

I just had a faint breath like hyu hyu.

Vendell rushes over the people around him.

"Cornelia!!"

His voice, which found me, was close to screaming.

Can be lifted.

Tears filled my eyes for the salvation that finally came.

My throat was clogged and I couldn't even answer.

"... I tried my best... to be recognized as your wife... but..."

That's all I was told.

"I know! You're better than anyone, my wife! You haven't done anything wrong. [M] That...!"

Vendell hugs me with one hand. The sheath of the sword rang.

He put his other hand, trembling with anger, on the handle of the sword.

I was going to slash everyone here.

Her eyes were dark and she was dyed with red intent to kill.

"How dare you defile my treasure...! How dare you...!"

I was losing a lot of words that went on.

Killing overwhelmed the hustle and bustle in the hall.

The previous vortex of mockery seemed like a lie, and the area was quiet.

The nobles were backing down against the wall. Everyone's faces were tight.

Looking at my frightened stepfather and mother, I realized that Vendell meant it.

"Stop it! Vendell!! Please, don't!"

I jumped to the handle of the sword with both hands and stopped.

No matter how many red dukes, no matter how many heroes in this country, you can't just do that.

I wasted this man's advice on my sweetness.

How can I close this man's future for me like that?

I cried and complained so many times.

The handle of the sword was held by the whole body, so that it could not be removed from the sheath.

With angry eyes, he set foot on the "red nobles" several times, and finally gave up.

I must have looked like a dead man.

Vendell chose to take me home as soon as possible, rather than cutting them off. I couldn't decide to shake off my stubborn pallor.

Vendell embraced me and walked away with his back to them. The servants hurriedly removed the iron door and opened it. Vendell turned around only once and stared at the nobles behind him. I never looked back at it, and I left the scene behind.

He was so scared at the time that the "Red Nobles" never came forward again.

Don't look at your stepfather or stepmother.

That was the only achievement I had at this evening party.

On the way home from the carriage, Vendell embraced me and kept apologizing.

It was the same when I got home.

I wiped my face and hair desperately.

Nobody touched me but myself.

His clothes and face were all messed up by the dirt I received.

"Sorry...! Cornelia! I'm sorry...!"

No matter how much he apologized, he cried proudly.

I've never seen him like that. My chest hurt like a slit.

My roughness drove the hero into it.

I'm sorry. You have no fault.

Please don't apologize.

All this was due to my carelessness.

Great. I'm fine. But, um...

"I'm sorry, I've soiled the dress you gave me. I cherished it. It was just a couple of memories. But I'll make sure it's beautiful! I'll get it back...!"

My voice was clogged. I can't stop crying.

It was my treasure...!

"Cornelia...! It wasn't the dress that got dirty. Believing in people, they've cleansed your heart of irreplaceable treasures. How can I make amends...!"

We held each other and cried together.

Then the time came for us to regain calm on the surface.

However, I have lost the courage to attend the gathering of nobles.

My feet trembled just to hear from the nobles, and I couldn't move a step.

Many times, I jumped up in the middle of the night.

I broke my heart. I vomited many times a day.

Worried Vendell wouldn't leave me.

It was superfluous.

I didn't want to be a burden to him.

Vendell realized that he didn't have to.

That said, my chest hurt.

I tried to prove to him that I was fine.

I tried to behave like a noble wife.

I changed my language and paid more attention to manners than ever before.

Vendell looked down pitifully.

I also threw away my bow.

My family, the ancestors of the Melville family, have demons.

A monster named the Archer of Magic Bullets and the Hunter of Magic Bows, who was carrying out a sniper assassination as a royal soldier.

The Melville family has the poison arrow technique inherited from her.

There is a secret bow. Easily shoot through people's lives.

The wounds of my heart were not healed by the "Red Nobles".

I found out that one day the wound would turn into a grudge.

I have no qualities as a nobleman, but I have the talent of a bow.

The monster sleeping in me woke up and was afraid of revenge.

Vendell laid his neck pitifully on me as he tried to recline within the boundaries of the nobility.

You can stay put. It's hard to see you like that.

I said that many times in a few words.

It was only then that a groove formed between the two of them.

Vendell and I loved each other no different.

But something like an invisible film happened between us.

Even though it's nearby, it feels like it's separated by a thin skin.

The stain on the dress didn't come off after all. It didn't go back to normal.

If you have a child one day, it will not settle into the original sheath.

I expected that, but time passed.

Repeating several fresh green and deciduous seasons, the baby was not given.

Sometimes my stepfather and stepmother, Mr. and Mrs. Bigod, came and whispered uselessly about me and advised me to greet my concubine.

Each time Vendell changed his blood phase and drove them away.

I cried. There's one thing I can't help myself with.

All I can do is annoy him.

I just need you to be by my side.

His kindness, which comforts him, pierces his chest.

The days of disappointment and frustration suddenly ended.

I got pregnant.

Vendell was glad to let go.

We held hands and laughed for the first time in a long time.

Happy days have returned. The world has become brighter.

I finally helped him.

He was serious about listening to my stomach and hearing the sounds of the fetus.

Immediately after the pregnancy was discovered.

I shouted and laughed at him too soon.

The trouble was resolved like a lie.

As before, we returned to that... relationship with Mizuki.

Of course, after the stabilization period...

I was initially resistant to exposing my body during pregnancy, but Vindel's arm didn't let me escape.

Without putting a strain on my body, he hugged me cherished the thin silk.

How peaceful it was to wake up in the morning surrounded by his smell and body temperature.

By the time my stomach stood out from my clothes, Vendell was able to vacate the house frequently at work, but I didn't doubt him even with fine dust. Until two months after the moon approached, I couldn't go home on a distant mission by royal decree, even when they told me so.

"I'm sorry. I can't talk about the content of the King's decree. I just want you to believe this. I will definitely go home on the scheduled date of delivery. And then I'll dedicate the rest of my life to you and your children."

I'm sorry, Vendell said.

Unfortunately, he kissed again and again, and he left.

Five days went on in peace.

There's about a new man in the kitchen.

I'm not feeling too well, but I'm afraid Vendell is worried about his absence.

It's not long before he leaves.

If you don't hold on tight.

When I was renewing my determination, my stepfather and stepmother visited me on my way out.

It brings back memories of nightmare nightclubs.

Cold sweat erupted from my forehead.

"... that's an unfortunate, bad greeting."

My stepmother threw that up at me the most.

"It's horrible for a woman like you to conceive a Ringguard child."

My stepmother's staff curled up and bent over my lower abdomen as I greeted him.

I was stunned. The next two shots covered his stomach and took him in the back.

The power of an old lady. No big deal.

But I couldn't understand why I had to face such irrational eyes.

"I didn't expect you to greet my husband's father with your ass up. There's a rude man growing up in the country. Are the children of the lower house still the lower house?"

A strong shock ran into my back.

The Marquis de Baigod beat me in the back with a cane.

Speaking of the elderly, it's a man of strength.

It was painful and I almost stopped breathing.

I couldn't believe it.

I have a Vendell child in my stomach.

And my father is not a crowded man.

After my mother died, I was a proud and kind father who raised me by myself.

"Such a rude woman. I wonder if you really conceived Vendell's baby. Didn't you drag the right guy in while you were away?"

My stepmother snorts.

Too much rhetoric made me dizzy.

I am not the only one to use the word. Why didn't you realize that Vendell, who loved me, was insulting too?

I waited for my stepfather and stepmother.

"I am Vendell's wife! We can't betray each other!"

"Hmm. I'm Vendell's Duchess mistress. Your love is a one-way street."

Following the Marquises of Baygod, a flashy woman stepped out of the carriage shouted arrogantly.

A garment with a large chest that is troublesome to see. I realized I wanted to brag about my body.

It's a very luxurious dress, but it's not something you wear when you travel during the day. I didn't care about the aristocrats, and I understood.

The precious metals and jewels worn were vulgar.

A loud poisonous moth. That was her impression.

"Eh? mistress...?"

She's Vendell's worst type of woman.

I was stunned. Whatever he and this woman do, they're not connected in their heads.

My eyes were strangely disturbed to inquire about my condition.

"I am Ambrosine Sherlock. Nice to meet you."

I greeted the red edge of my mouth twisted.

It was a colour as if it had been painted with blood.

I know the Sherlock family.

The infamous millionaire. It is said that its financial power far outweighs that of the royal family.

I recognized Ambrosine's bruises.

Same eyes as the Red Nobles back then...

I looked down on others.

A broken bow and arrow glittered across my head, and I became pale.

It was the temptation of the devil.

Even after I sealed the bow and arrow, I realized Vendell was secretly taking care of it.

With strings, you should be able to use them right away.

"Your beloved husband is in my mansion now. Business trips are a big lie."

"What Ambrosine said is true. I mean, there's no way we can keep Vendell in such a shabby house forever. She's a hero in this country."

"Does it make sense not to keep a garden or a mansion in a lowly wife? When I lived here, this place was glorious. It's sad."

What are these people talking about?

Was it none but you who vandalized this mansion?

And Vendell can't betray me.

"Really? It's rude to say that there are limits to simplicity... That's the Duchess. It's a sight of chastity. I'll give you as much as you want with my spare clothes."

Looking at my outfit from top to bottom, Ambrosine laughed.

I had blood on my head.

Vendell was far better than his stepmother, who had tortured his people with heavy taxes.

I am proud of his noble way of life.

What does this person know?

"Please don't call such a woman a lady. Insect spit runs. You don't know the value of a dress to an ignorant beast. You only have the wisdom to tease your son."

"With only beasts, the trouble is that only people are twice as strong. I wish you had miscarried."

"Fufu, don't worry. I will soon have the Duke's child, too. That way, there's more reason to get along with both of you. I will accommodate you a lot."

According to Ambrosine, the Marquis de Baigod and his wife are falling apart.

What an ugly smile.

Turns out he's expecting financial assistance from Sherlock.

"I'm looking forward to it. The Sherlock family will soon be awarded a title."

"Then we'll have to think of a successor. Well, this girl's belly is insured just in case."

My eyes flutter with anger in the conversation between the three of them.

Did these three stop here just to insult me and make fun of me?

Insulting my life when I'm born...!

I'll shoot you.

I really thought so.

It's a tough thing.

Just three arrows.

If you are a dull person without fur protection, my arrows can cause fatal wounds with a single blow.

These people don't treat me like human beings.

Then I won't treat them like humans either.

They are vermin. Perverts must be exterminated to protect themselves.

Let's do it!!

You despise me as a beast without claws or fangs, so know what I can do with myself!

It was the moment I tried to rush into the Mansion to get a bow.

A sudden and sudden rain poured down the area.

I was stunned by the bloated intention to kill and returned to sanity.

What was I trying to do...!?

"This won't hold!! Look! If you're a man who can succeed a child, or a woman, you'll get a divorce soon! You got it!"

Leaving behind the dialogue, the Marquis de Baigod escapes into the carriage.

"Even if a man were born, I wouldn't recognize such a savage son as a grandson."

A snort followed by the Marquis.

"Oh, my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...), my (...).

I whispered in my ear when I left so that Ambrosine could only hear me.

I don't know what the word meant, but I was full of horrible malice.

He disappears into the carriage laughing high.

Put the three of them on, and the carriage starts moving.

In the sound of rain, I stood still, even though it was wet.

I couldn't move a step because I didn't resent them, or because I was afraid.

I tried to kill them all in earnest.

There was still a frightening demon in me.

Until the doorman's grandfathers finally rushed me indoors, I was caught in the rain in vain.

It was because I kept exposing myself to the rain, and then I fell ill.

My head hurts. My chest hurts.

I can't forget the cold eyes of my stepmother, who broke through my stomach.

"Must have dragged the right guy."

My stepfather's voice keeps coming out of my head.

"Is the lower child a lower child?"

"If you have a baby girl, you can leave right away."

It's all over your head again and again.

I can't stop being frustrated.

That's funny.

Watch what Ambrosine says. Think about it.

The alarm sounded in my mind, but my head refused to think.

I'm so drunk, I can't feel my feet falling back.

Believe it or not, Vendell's suspicions swell like creepy dark clouds.

Why didn't you nail the Baygods before they left?

Aren't they the real parents and children?

What should I do?

Was I of that degree to him?

Then it may be true that he surrounded his mistress.

No, I'm sure it is. That kindness was meant to deceive it.

There are only my enemies here.

No one will help me. Why am I the only one with such a hard eye?

It seemed as if all the human beings in the world were silencing me and laughing at me.

Things can only be thought of the worse and the worse.

I was going crazy.

I thought that only giving birth to a boy who could succeed me was the only way to be saved.

And after a long struggle of childbirth, the baby was told that it was a girl, and the last thread of reason in me was cut.

My anger and murder were directed at my daughter.

My daughter assumed that she was responsible for all the suffering.

"I'll kill a girl like this..."

As I roared like a beast, I entered the children's room and approached my son in the cradle.

My bent finger looked like a raptor's nail.

The rain is pouring through the roof.

"No! Ma'am! Aren't you a child born with a stomach ache!! Are you going to do something irrevocable with your temporal confusion!!"

Mary made me jump and stopped me.

It was a bloody scream. Me and Mary met fiercely.

Mary is a nanny who came to our house a few days ago, asking for her husband's letter of recommendation.

She had just tasted the pity of losing my child.

As a teenager, I wonder how much pain it was to break up with my husband and children.

Yet she was always smiling. This has been the case since we first met.

It's not dull. Gentle.

The greetings were there, and they cared for me and my hungry child first.

As if it had been a matter of old knowledge, I could talk to her.

Ever since that night club, I was afraid of myself and could talk to her without fear.

For me, who was lonely at home, Mary's kindness and generosity were salvation.

Vendell must have anticipated it and recommended her.

I was grateful.

I thought this person could leave the child alone with peace of mind.

"In the maid's minute!"

Mary, who had even felt such friendship, was nasty to me.

It was as if my stepmother had made it.

What the hell has happened to me?

I want to disappear because I hate myself.

I was obsessed with the obsession that everything was my enemy.

Though desperately trying to suppress it, Mary was reluctant towards me.

By contrast, I was insane and didn't take it personally.

A little Mary was thrown at me and smashed against the wall.

Stunned by the impact, if you move without force, you rub the wall with your back and fall down.

The rain sounds even louder and fiercer.

I raised my child.

I tried to hit the floor.

You knew your life was in danger, but the baby cried like it was on fire.

The sound of rain resounds strongly.

Stop it!

God, please!

Kill me now, please!

A thunderbolt struck the area as if it had fulfilled my wish.

Lightning dyed the area white.

I felt like my heart was being caught by an eagle.

Your consciousness is as distant as it was when you had anemia.

My body spasmed when I blurred.

My hands and feet became sandy.

I learned that God fulfilled my wish.

I had a hunch that I would die.

"Ma'am!!"

"Stop it!"

The grandfathers who were coming to the mansion to help me, burst into the room.

Good. They'll be witnesses. Mary proves nothing to do with my death.

I glanced at the baby in my arm.

Red hair, red eyes.

It looks just like Vendell.

But the mouth and contours may resemble mine.

It was raining.

Soon after I died, the madness that possessed me finally set me free.

The baby stopped crying.

Love rose and I chewed on my daughter.

My daughter. How cute...

God, thank you for making my wish come true.

But just one last thing, please give me time.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being such a mother. Be happy."

I'm sorry. I just want to die feeling your warmth.

Please, let me hug you.

It's warm. It feels uncomfortable.

I'm sorry for the way I hugged you.

Because I'm still a beginner as a mother.

But if you hold me more, I'm sure I'll be better at it.

Tears filled my eyes. That wish can no longer be fulfilled.

Oh, God.

Please, bless this child and Vendell.

Feeling my daughter's warmth in my chest, my consciousness sank into darkness.

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I'm dead.

Grandpas with white beard, black beard and tea beard are crying.

He cries out in a man's tears that he killed me because they couldn't reach him.

I see.

They are the warriors to whom Vendell entrusted me.

And he fought against the invincible demons with his life to protect me, and scattered them unknown and brave.

I shamelessly resented everything, not knowing their dedication, not having anyone on my side.

I took their hand crying.

Thank you very much for your sincerity, not yours.

They've protected us from the crowd.

It was thanks to them that the Regents did not rebel.

However, the old warriors were silently shaking their clothes to the side, gripping their fists to the point of bleeding and weeping with remorse.

Vendell came back two days after my original birth date.

The storm prevented the boat from leaving, and he was sweating and dusty as he rode across the night by horse.

It was a long time after my death, but my body, which was placed in the ice chamber, remained completely unchanged.

Surrounded by crystal-clear columns of ice, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

The expensive clear ice evoked a fairy tale crystal palace.

Sherlock's second son, Ethel Reed, who knew I was dead, forced Sherlock's ice chamber free. The poison that caused my death also ironically helped stop the body from decay. I was secretly poisoned with an abortion pill. It weakened my heart and drove me to death. I was mad because of the drug ingredients.

I finally realized the sincerity of Ambrosine's mockery and malicious words.

Abortion pills are her instructions. And he was familiar with the psychotropic effects.

It was those women who killed the proud old warriors.

I can't forgive you, everything.

I tried to kill my daughter before she was born.

You tried to make me commit the crime of child murder.

Sometimes I tread on the pride of gentle warriors.

It was the new person who poisoned me who entered the kitchen.

He bent his creed for his sick daughter and took part in evil.

Her daughters were both killed by the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce for sealing their mouths.

There was no salvation anywhere.

"... Cornelia...!"

In front of my body, surrounded by poor golden plum blossoms, Vendell clipped and fell off his knees.

The dress was gripped in his hand.

A memorable dress that never came back to life at last.

He ordered exactly the same thing before he left.

Esseleed, the second son of the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce, apologized for rubbing his forehead on the ground.

It was his friend who poisoned me. And Esseleed was also unjustifiably deprived of his loved one's life by Sherlock. The wound on my cheeks, which is too stiff in pain, is painful.

He hasn't done anything wrong.

Why do all the gentle people have to shed tears?

"... thanks to you, I see my beautiful wife again. Thank you."

Vendell didn't blame Ethel Reed either.

Vendell dressed me gently and gently.

Gently repairs my frayed hair.

Like the day we first kissed each other.

"I won't say goodbye. Instead, I'll propose to you again. [M] I swear, you're the only partner I've ever had. [M] From now on, ever. My life is with you."

Then he sat beside me, lying down, and began to speak to me, as if I were naked and alive.

That's how you've been talking about memories all night.

When we met. It's about the trees in my hometown. When I proposed.

He remembered even surprisingly small everyday events.

I can sift my chest.

I was so loved by him.

It was not the case that the number of units was large.

To be honest, sometimes it was hard to understand what I was thinking at first.

Sometimes it seemed careless. I said it myself as a stranger.

But he had so many thoughts in his chest.

He was always thinking about me.

My destiny was to spend the rest of my life in O'Brien, my homeland.

I was ready to retire from the centre for me.

It was not until I learned about it.

He kept it a secret until he was careful.

Vendell always kept me in his heart.

The royal family didn't want to let go of his abilities, so it pushed the puzzle.

Ethnic conflicts that have been smoking for a long time. The royal family predicted that it would not be possible to solve the problem after ten years.

But Vendell did it with his life.

I will be home by my expected date of delivery. It's just that we're going to have to make a big time for that.

There's no way he could cheat.

I can't stop crying.

Vendell's back, speaking alone, looked very small.

"... after all, I could only make you unhappy...!"

Vendell was stuck in words. I was swallowing.

I wanted to hug your trembling shoulders from behind.

No, I was happy to meet you.

That's what I wanted to shout.

But I can't do anything anymore.

Not even to speak up.