The Returnee Noble Lady Attacks His Majesty the Dragon Emperor

Strong winds all around the powdered snow slap their cheeks.

It was a freezing night when the blood and hair on my cheeks blew up.

Jill, who managed to climb the stairs and reach the top of the castle wall, kneels down. The only other side of the walls I saw was the unseen darkness at the bottom.

The bleeding that keeps spreading from his pressed right shoulder is unlikely to stop. Trying to heal with magic doesn't work. Someone is in the way. But we don't have time to find out what caused it.

And the magic, only one of them, is poking at the bottom to escape this far.

I don't think it would be very helpful to jump off here.

"There he is, it's Jill Servell!

Still, if you listen to the enemy, your body moves like a reflex. I've been running the battlefield for one of my first loves for six years since I was ten, it would be a habit.

Jill, who kicked the cobblestone with a thin sword on his waist, flickers the soldiers of the castle who came after him.

He stomped heavily and shook, spinning and slashing him like a dance, and lost temper to Jill, who tried to open his bloodpath. The soldiers tried to lie, but the numbers were too different.

Gradually Jill is surrounded and cornered.

Above all, until yesterday, Jill was a companion, a people to protect. Why, the thought also helps the blood loss and buzzes the sword judgment.

At last Jill wore a buttcake, surrounded by the soldiers' spears and swordtips.

"That's it, Jill"

Above all, the voice shivers Jill's body.

From behind the soldiers emerged a standing young man unsuitable to stand on the walls. The colour of the cloak that hits snowstorms and strong winds is herd blue. Forgiven only to the royalty of the kingdom of Kreitos, the colour of the goddess is forbidden.

"…… Dear Gerald."

Prince Wang of this country, called by name, gently lifted the nose of his glasses that he was wearing to control his magic.

"Shame on the woman who was supposed to be my queen and fled without pleading guilty.... It's hard for me to think how much Faelice is hurting her chest."

"- As always, you're a sister."

I don't slap wasted mouths on the battlefield.

But Gerald calmly looked back at Jill, who had no idea what he hated.

"Naturally. Nothing like my sister in this world."

(Shut up you rotten ciscon!!)

The reason I didn't scream like that wasn't because I was afraid of the crime of disrespect, but because it was just vague.

Even with a few extra charges, the execution has been decided. And with all the wrongs - no, I have a guilty plea that I remember.

Yes, the sin of not understanding my friendship with the cutest sister in the world.

This blonde prince in front of me was Jill's fiancée. At the age of ten, he was proposed for marriage in person for the first time on the day he first left his hometown, the Survell Frontier Territory, and attended the fifteenth birthday party of first prince Gerald Der Craitos in King's Capital.

In anticipation of the dispute with the Ravé Empire over the Survel border, there would have been some political implications. That's how Jill understood. But Gerald was a tough, serious, responsible, respectable person for both others and himself.

Most importantly, he acknowledged the magic of Jill, the creature, and told me he needed it.

So I used my magic with dignity, and I wasn't bitter at all about running the battlefield either. Even a youth unlike a normal girl, a monster, a cold-blooded woman who only laughs on the battlefield. Even if she was mocked for being a man and a woman, if she thought a prince named Gerald was on her own, she didn't feel a draw.

According to the warrior goddess lady, even when she was sixteen years old when she received romance sentences from a woman over a man of her age, she was not allowed to do so.

Yet Gerald's identity was a pervert who encouraged forbidden love with his sister.

Gerald's drowning sister, First Princess Faelice Der Craitos, has spent most of her life on the bedside, a sick girl. I can barely get out there, and Jill has only met him enough to count with her fingers.

But at first glance, everyone was fascinated, an angelic girl.

I snorted that Gerald had nothing but drowning. Gerald soaked up all Jill's birthday parties and engagement anniversaries if he heard her sister wasn't feeling well. If you want to get dissatisfied with joking, you will be seen with white eyes by the humans in the castle, severely rebuffed by Gerald himself, and sent to the battlefield without even being able to say hello. It was a reflection on my narrowness while being comforted by my gentle men.

'Cause don't you think, normally - I can't believe my fiancée's cheating on me is my real sister.

No, technically, I was the one who cheated on me.

My engagement was to camouflage my forbidden love with my sister from the beginning. Jill was a complete clown. Centennial love also cools at once. I can no longer but laugh through sadness and anger.

(Of my sister's thoughts, I just think she's a good brother... there's just a little too much...)

Gerald was ruthless after Jill found out he was.

First of all, they broke off my engagement. It was a wish or a fulfillment, but that's all I'm sorry for.

The next day he was somehow detained for a crime he could not remember, the next day he was thrown away in prison, the next day the trial was over, the next day the execution was decided, today. By the way, the execution is tomorrow.

It was a quick and perfect mouth seal to protect the honor of Prince Wang and his sister.

The world says Jill was supposed to be ugly jealous of Princess Faelice and was looking to poison her. I don't know if it's Gerald's instructions or what, but Princess Faelice accused me of doing so in tears.

I can only assume that I have been prepared for when this happened for a long time.

I was strangely impressed with Gerald's excellence. I was also impressed by Fairis, who just thought he was weak. Honestly, I'm reflecting that I was insulting you. I can't be told that I don't have any women's abilities.

With all these hands turned, neither everyone in my hometown, nor my own men who are having an amazing holiday in the meantime, will even have time to disagree. It may be blurred that Jill's execution has been decided. No, whether my home town or my own people are safe in the first place...

"But how did you get out of jail? The rabies you own must have been destroyed."

I was ready, but my men already seemed to have their hands around me. It sucks. Gerald's analysis goes on, like hunting Jill down.

"The Servell family can't move now either. … we need to find an insider."

"Don't worry, there are no insiders. I broke it with magic and came out."

…… Damn it, this is the Servell family. "

I missed the shaken face and so on.

"If you had made a smart decision, you could have given us the honor of raising our children... well, maybe this would have been a good idea. I can't wait to make a magical muscle fool of Faelice."

I see, if you forgive Gerald, is that the kind of future you've been waiting for?

There is no room for regeneration and no need to understand this anymore. My heart was shattered by no complete skin. The self-mockery creeps. Thankful story.

(... while I was saving too many holes. strong a man like this, I can't believe I respected him)

cancer, and protruding his sword into the cobblestone gap, Jill rises. I thought if I didn't live.

They came running through the battlefield. Sooner or later, humans know it's something to die for.

But even if I die, my belly bug won't subside unless at least this man dies a funny way.

"If you just kept blinding me, you would have been happy"

- Get out of the way.

Gerald broke Jill's sword tip.

Exactly, my own ex-fiancée who names the patron saint of Wang Du.

The eyes behind the glasses glow slightly and the magic power rushes to the black spear Gerald has.

It is the Holy Spear of the Goddess passed down to the Crown of Kreitos. Even if we shoot each other properly, we won't get more weapons.

But this one has a different year. This is the warlord who ran the battlefield for this man.

(Sniffles!

Magic at one point, I bounced off the prince's spear. A tongue-in-cheek Gerald ran through the Aomori corridor for a step, climbing to the tallest wall of the castle wall, looking down at his dark feet. Directly below is the dark, unseen cliff at the bottom.

But there was supposed to be a forest full of trees. This is all the snow is falling. It might help if it works. Even if they survive, they may freeze to death, but still.

"Jill! What?"

"Don't get me wrong, Your Highness. You didn't abandon me."

At least it's much better than this, as far as it's possible.

"I'll dump you."

I was there for the femininity I shouldn't have lost as Gerald's fiancée, heeled military shoes, and kicked the floor.

"Shoot the arrow! Don't let them get away! What happened to the gun!?"

An arrow storm came down.

I found poison in the arrow that blushed my shoulder. I frowned at my numb fingertips, but laughed back. A number of gunpoints erupt from above the walls. I'll bounce them all back with less magic left, too.

But he broke through the wall of magic and was thrown at Jill.

Black spear.

It's the Holy Spear of the Goddess - did Gerald throw it? Jill laughs invincibly when she stops gripping it just before it pierces her chest.

(Something to lose)

I can smell my palms burning with magic. The blast blows. The freezing wind, the magic, the tears evaporate.

Something to lose or something to lose.

I ate my teeth and wanted to look forward, but I found my vision blurred. The magic power disappears. It is the light of life.

Slowly the force falls out of his hands, and the black spear cuts to his heart.

(If you didn't become that man's fiancée)

Oh, this is a running light, I shouldn't - I think so, but it didn't stop.

Because, for example, if I had not been proposed then at the age of ten, I would not have rushed ahead of time, even if I would have stood on the battlefield in my hometown. I might have fallen in love with a strong man who seemed simple but tender and tasted normal girly events.

And eat a lot of my favorite treats and rice - no, is that a little different there?

But that day, that time, if I hadn't even gotten a proposal, my life would have been different.

(Even though I don't want to end up failing that I liked someone)

- Next. If only we had the next one, we wouldn't end up being used.

"… Jill, what's wrong? Jill?"

"Eh?"

Jill blinked.

There was no dark sky, no blood, no snow whiteness to fill. There was a world to the contrary.

"What, are you nervous?

"No matter how much Jill, you'll be distracted. I can't believe I'm attending such a lively party in my first King's Capital! I'm blind, too. It's like a dream."

"It's Prince Gerald's fifteenth birthday celebration. Besides, it's all rumours that I'm gonna pick my fiancée at this party. I'm sure the king is putting his strength into it."

Jill listened to the conversation coming out of her head.

(… it's your father and mother)

They're supposed to be dead, why.

But to think it was a dream, my mother pulled the hand with a strong force.

"If Jill was chosen, right?

"Well, what is it?"

"To Prince Gerald's fiancée. You can't embroider, you can sing, you can cook, but you're going to be beautiful, and you're still more delicious than the colour, but you're good and kind."

My parents must have been joking and laughing.

Yes, I was laughing - I remember.

Come on, let's go. Two open doors open up to the ceiling. The arrival of the Marquises of Servell and their young ladies. The world ahead of you.

(... it's a lie)

A number of chandeliers suspended from the blow-out ceiling and a marble dance floor whose glitter is reflected.

Crossed bright red velvet stairs heading upstairs.

Gorgeous music played by the orchestra.

Silver dishes are arranged on a bright white cross table and the fruit is on the cup.

The ladies dance like flowers in bright colored dresses so much that the fire that lights the gold candlestick that surrounds them doesn't make sense.

- I've seen this dream world before.

(No, that's stupid)

Second, the window next to me went into my eyes.

The cloudless, polished vitreous mirrors me.

There she tied her hair up to her waist with a large flower ornament and looked like a girl in a light peach dress.

Purple eyes open in circles. I was about ten when I was a year old.

No, I'm probably ten. Not yet, when I didn't even know I was in love.

"His Royal Highness Prince Gerald Der Craitos, enter!

I remember well that figure coming down from the deepest part with the fanfare in a grand foothold.

For the first time in his life, he stared at a real prince - until his eyes and gaze crossed in the back of his glasses, when he was, like, ten years old.

That's how I look at you again.

The clock tower at Craitos Royal Castle, which should have just announced midnight, rang the bell again.