The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

"Such shameless people are my family...!

With a sad groan, his second son, Esseleed, was jumping out of the mansion.

I was breaking my heart to the way the Sherlock family talked.

His favorite man ran away from the room, covering his ears.

I didn't want to breathe the same air as the Sherlock family.

He vomited and staggered toward the gate as soon as he could.

The guilty consciousness and self-loathing wandered in front of me.

"... ah..."

Esseleed bent his legs and fell.

I can't even think of getting my body back up, and I'm about to be hit on the ground with my face.

"Young man!? It's a shame!?"

Marie, the needle that happened to be delivering to the Sherlock Mansion, rushed over and supported Ethel Reed in a hurry.

"... Funnuu!!!"

Push back the inclined Essel lead with the call.

Ethel Reed, who was stuck in the woods, stared at Marie in a daze.

"Ma, Marie... I'm sorry."

"Haah, haah... No, you're welcome."

While breathing on her shoulders, Marie was about to change her smile, but she glanced at Ethel Reed's pale face.

"... what's wrong? Young man, you're so pale. It's like I've seen a ghost."

Marie looked worriedly at the exhausted face of Esseleed.

The gentle smiley eyes distorted Esseleed's face.

"Marie...!"

The focus returns to Esseleed, who was lying around.

Just as the lost man searched for her mother, he stuck to Marie.

"Wow, young man!? What are you doing!? You shouldn't be here!

Marie dyed her ears and was wobbly.

"How nice of you to meet a ghost! The family that split my blood is the devil! The Sherlock family is crazy! Cowardly, cruel, cunning... and I..."

Ethel Reed smiled.

Tears are floating in the familiarity.

"Ha, shit, I'm just like them. What did I do when Howard ate me? You just escaped from the Mansion! I have no power or courage to stop them. No matter how angry you are, no matter how hard you cry, no matter how good you are, I'm all about myself! It's nothing but cowardice! I thought you were with them."

The wind blows sadly in the garden of Sherlock Mansion.

Ethel Reed's dry self-ridicule lingered in agony.

The trees shake black.

"Young man... such a sad laugh doesn't suit young people... please laugh as usual."

As she hugged Marie, Esseleed burst into tears.

"... I can't... I can't laugh. I forgot how to laugh. How can I laugh when the blood of the cursed Sherlock is flowing! I'm already embarrassed and want to die..."

"Young man..."

Marie's hand, embraced and bewildered, slowly licked Ethel Reed's back, as she hesitated to decide at first.

"I don't know what happened, but Esseleed seems to be Esseleed. No matter what happens to your family."

When I call out the name of Esseleed, I dye my cheeks a little.

"Eh, Esseleed's smile is very warm. Not like the rest of the Sherlock family!

"But that cursed nature must be inside of me...!"

"I am not in school. That's why words don't prove it. But that's what I feel in my heart. Esseleed's smile is a very good smile! That's why Esseleed is a good man! Definitely!"

Marie spoke out forcefully.

A one-stop word based solely on emotion, not reason.

The renewed trust penetrated deeply into Esseleed's chest.

"Marie, you always save me... I'm a weak man. I can't stand the load alone. Walk with me...! If you stay next to me, I'll remember laughing."

"Heh? Heh? Ah, that? That's..."

Marie flustered and panicked to the words of Esseleed.

Esseleed's words were the proposal itself.

"Ah, um, I'd like that. I can't believe it...!"

Probably cut out Marie.

But when she saw Ethel Reed trembling like a naked chick, Marie stopped asking. He quietly consolidated his determination and smiled.

"I have nothing. I can't have a family, and I have nothing to do with my studies or money. All you can do is cry for Esseleed. If you don't mind, just leave it by my side for the rest of your life."

"That's it! Enough, Marie...!

An Essel Lead that takes both hands to impress and push.

Looking at her eyes from the front, Marie nodded forcefully.

"I will not leave Esseleed alone. When Jessel Reed's grief and suffering are too great to bear, I will carry it with me. I seem to be as powerful as a donkey. Anyway, even if you give me all of it, I'll take care of it! Instead, I'm closer than anyone else and I want to see the smile of my beloved Esseleed."

Ecelle Reed laughs at her with a snorty announcement.

"That's it! Dear Ethel Reed, that smile!

Marie looks delighted.

"Bad people can't smile like that. I love that smile."

"... do you only like my smile? Or me. Tell me," said Essel Reed, who somehow regained some room in his mind.

"Of course... you seem to love it. And Esseleed himself."

Anyway, Marie murmured a little.

I see. I love Marie, too, and I love Marie's smile. I can see your smile. Now, smile and let me see. "

"Well, that kind of return is not good...! It's impossible to laugh suddenly."

Marie wanders in an unexpected counter-attack.

"It's no good seeing me smile. I'll have Marie smile closer than anyone else. Or can't you laugh by my side?

"Please... don't laugh, even if it's weird."

Marie smiled at her thoughts.

Esseleed glanced at a shy, fresh smile.

"Something weird. That's a great smile. And I have to apologize..."

I hugged Marie with all my strength.

"... no. Too happy, laughing spills..."

"Dear Ethel Reed, it seems that I too...! I love your smile, too."

The two hugged tightly.

There was a happy laugh.

The warmth of each other gave them courage.

They loved each other's smiles and chewed on the happiness of watching them from now on.

The wind is breathing and watching over the two of them.

Somewhere the birds rang pitifully.

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Desmond distorted his scratchy face and looked down on them in agony. Stay away from the window and breathe.

Desmond, Esseleed's father and head of the Shilok Chamber of Commerce, valued the talent of his second son, Esseleed. I really wanted my second son to succeed me, not my oldest son.

But Ethel Reed is too kind to others.

I can't entrust the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce with that.

So I was going to send my son-in-law to another big merchant to learn the severity of the merchant in the midst of a rough wave.

To do that, Marie the needle is in the way.

"So we can use this money to crush that needle."

"Hey, don't be ridiculous."

It was his eldest son Dexter and his eldest daughter Ambrosine who stole the gold coins from each other on the table.

Desmond sighs at a glance at the greedy two. Large gold coins are rare in Romanian times. But with Ethel Reed, no matter what treasure you put in front of you, you won't lose yourself. The two men, obsessed with the gold coins, did not notice their father's sigh.

"I didn't say crush it. Stay away from Esseleed, that's what he said. I don't mind a little pin honey, but I want you to give that girl a neat apology. If Ethel Reed hears about it later, it'll leave nothing to worry about."

Once again, I would like to remind two people who are much inferior to Ethel Reed.

"I know. You just have to give Ellie the money."

"It's Marie. Don't make a mistake... don't leave any unnecessary grudges. I'll leave it to you."

After Desmond left the room, Dexter and Ambrosine looked at each other and laughed. It was a faint smile that seemed to freeze my spine when a third party saw it.

Sometimes they were brothers and sisters competing for profit, but only when they dishonored people did they breathe.

"Anyway, you just have to (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)"

"Oh, after that, whatever happens, it's not what we know, that's what it is."

Loving the sparkle of rare gold coins, Dexter wondered where to decorate them in his room.

Ambrosine figured out what clothes and jewelry to buy. There is no sign of compassion for Marie. There is nothing but their desire for gold.

"Then you don't have to spend any gold. Bronze is enough for a miserable hare."

"Absolutely."

Ambrosine throws up, gavel depresses Dexter.

Their greedy faces were as ugly as monsters.

The wind shouts in the garden of Sherlock Mansion.

Alert Ethel Reed and Marie with a golden voice, and the two lovers standing beside each other.

"Run! Get your hands on it now!

"Just a little further from this mansion! To the end of the earth!

"I'm losing you! Something irreplaceable! I'm losing it! Happy!

"You're going to spit out blood and mourn!"

Like us! Like us!

The grunting voices of the ghosts.

The alarm, blown by the wind, does not reach the living two.

And the tragedy came.

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The next day.

Marie was hurrying fast enough to follow the forest road leading to Sherlock Mansion.

Her complexion had changed.

The leather bag was tightened in the hand. A clogged coin rings in the leather bag.

It's a stamp from the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce.

While Marie was away, a member of the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce forced Marie's father to do so.

Under pressure from a tall messenger, Marie's father received the bronze. Sometimes I thought in my heart that neither would be achieved, such as the love of two people with different identities. Besides, for poorer fathers, the sound of a lot of bronze coins sounded very attractive.

"Oh, my God! I just promised yesterday that I would not leave Esseleed alone!!"

When Marie returned home, she changed her bloodline. When I yelled at my father, I clutched a bag of bronze coins.

Then he jumped out of the house without looking behind him to throw the bag back into the Sherlock Mansion.

The voice of his father wandering around and making excuses to his wife goes away behind the sword that his very generous daughter always shows for the first time.

"Dear Ethel Lead!! Marie will never betray you!"

Marie was desperate not to break her promise to Ethel Reed.

I think of the face of Ethel Reed who was crying yesterday. My chest hurts.

And if you don't leave him alone, your determination will make your heart burn.

I will not cloud that smile, which is better than anyone else.

Marie's head is full of thoughts, driven only by her thoughts about Ethel Reed.

That's why I didn't notice the little footsteps coming from behind.

When someone hit her from behind, Marie didn't know what had happened.

"Eh..."

Marie turned around in a gloomy manner.

A boy who was trembling with his eyes straight down.

Run-down clothes. Heavy cheeks. The rusty knife was firmly gripped in his hand.

The tip of the knife was stained with blood.

"Ah..."

Give me a stroke, and Marie's body ached.

I felt like my body had been burned from the inside with a hot iron rod.

Suddenly my feet relax and my feet are melting. I hit my back on the trunk of the tree by the side, and I made it tall, and I slipped and fell.

The leather bag slipped out of the hand and several pieces of bronze coins inside rolled out.

Marie gazed at the red blood spreading from her waist and dyeing her clothes.

"Why...?"

A boy who clings to a dropped leather bag and retreats with a hug on his chest.

The motion stops when Marie asks.

"Now you can finally buy your sisters bread! I haven't eaten in days!

It was a small, bloody scream.

"A flashy aunt taught me... that a woman with lots of money walks this way alone... so...!"

Tighten your lips tightly. It was the face of the death of the chased.

"Yes... that's what I mean..."

Marie understood everything.

Ambrosine smiles badly behind her head.

Intuitive feeling of creepy weakness from the core of your body, you can't help yourself anymore.

The blade had reached the internal organs. The bleeding doesn't stop.

At that time, I heard a scream from the other side.

"Oh my God!! Somebody! Somebody, come here!!"

The middle-aged lady dropped the basket and screamed.

She saw Marie sitting down and a boy confronted with a bloody knife and quickly realized what had happened and asked her surroundings for help.

What, what happened ah, the men's voices came closer and closer from afar.

The boy's face was bloodthirsty with fear.

Robbery and murder are felonies. No child can escape capital punishment.

The loss of the boy, the only earner, meant the death of his younger sisters.

Marie closed and opened her eyes.

"... go."

"Eh..."

Marie takes the pain from a decent boy and strengthens it again.

"Go! Get that bag! Before people get together!"

And I howled at the boy.

"I'm fine... help my sisters."

The boy watched in surprise, bowed with a crying face, and ran away behind the forest.

Seeing the boy disappear beyond the trees of the forest, Marie sighed and looked up at the sky.

I thought the blue sky beyond the perimeter was beautiful.

"... God, is this good..."

Pain makes me unconscious. Your consciousness is breaking out.

"Did I... live like a human being...?"

Every sensation gets farther and farther. Even one of you can hear far away.

"But... I wanted to meet Ethel Reed again..."

Oh, not yet. Losing consciousness...

I'm sure I look terrible right now.

If you die with a painful face, Esseleed will be sad.

That's why I have to laugh. I can't leave any more words, so I have to smile at the very least.

Esseleed told me how much he loved my smile.

Hey, Mr. Esseleed... it looks like I'm in tune.

It's been a short life, but I'm very satisfied that you feel a lot.

It's a pity that Esseleed can't see your smile anymore...

I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise.

Marie is unlikely to walk with us anymore.

But I've been watching Esseleed.

Oh, God, please protect Jesseleed.

Give love to that fragile person until I die early.

Hey, Ethel Reed, I guess I'm laughing well.

I wonder if I can properly tell you that I was happy.

Thank you, Mr. Esseleed.

Goodbye, my beloved Esseleed.

Marie really loved your smile.

Master Esseleed... that's why you're laughing all the time.

Be happier than anyone else.

My beloved Esseleed...

I wonder if it conveys my feelings.

Hey, I guess I'm laughing.

I love your smile.

When I met you, I really...

With a calm face, Marie took a breath as she whispered.

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Esseleed's moaning was unusual.

"Nothing about me... is... dead...!! I don't have... nothing anymore!!"

After screaming like a bluff, he held Marie's remains, did not say a word, and did not move from the scene. Without trying to wipe her tears, she stared ahead and did not try to let go of Marie's body, which was disappearing from the warmth.

When Esseleed ran to hear the news, Marie was leaning on the trunk to sleep.

If there was no blood stained with clothes, it looked like you were lying.

The face was gently pale.

Everything I saw was so calm that everybody was poking their chests.

And I begged pity of the people.

Instead, Marie's father broke down crying out of regret.

"I wish I hadn't taken such a coin! I'm just blinded by greed! I really do have something important...! I was an idiot! Sorry, Marie! I'm sorry!"

He was scratching the ground and crying.

All the surrounding people who perceived the situation were grieving.

Some of them were crying and holding their eyes.

There were a few people who secretly supported the love of two people with different identities.

As the neighborhood was wrapped in pity, an intruder was revealed to crush it.

"Oh. What's wrong with everybody gathering? I wonder if the rabbit was dead."

The voice breaks the hedge.

Ambrosine, the eldest daughter of the Sherlock family, walks arrogantly.

Even if I didn't dodge, the opponent would definitely dodge me. It was such a sure move.

Behind it you can also see Dexter, the eldest son.

Ambrosine looked down at Marie's dead face and snorted.

"Oh, it's not the needle I used to come to. You're dead with a fairly peaceful face. Oh..."

After giving up in a tedious way, he spotted a few bronze coins scattered around Marie and laughed ill.

"Ah, you died looking so happy because you got a few copper coins. I envy the poor because they can feel happy for a few things."

Everyone on the spot lost their words to too much rhetoric.

I couldn't believe someone was throwing such horrible words, and a few silver coins were thrown in front of Marie's father, who looked up dazed.

"I'm sorry I'm still young. You're the father. It's a perfume. Now, don't hesitate to take it."

Dexter, who threw a silver coin, was laughing.

The stamp money Desmond was originally going to give Marie was a hundred times less than that, but I wouldn't give it away.

"... don't be ridiculous!! This thing...!!"

Dexter laughed at his angry father who tried to throw back the silver coins.

"I don't mind giving it back to you. By the way, do you have the money to give my daughter a proper funeral?"

My father looked calm.

Marie's house was poor.

Dexter's words shook his father in pain.

"I'm young and I can't give him a proper funeral, and my daughter won't even come to mind."

I realized it was a picture star, and Dexter blamed it for it.

Old Marie's father's lips tremble.

"If someone hadn't taken the stamp, my daughter wouldn't have died. He's not gonna give a decent funeral."

The words came to an end.

The father tried to throw back the silver coin he held in his hand many times, hesitated many times, finally gave up, pressed the silver coin against his chest, and shouted up and cried.

The sad cry engulfed everyone on the spot.

I forgot my daily fear of the mighty Sherlock Chamber of Commerce.

Burning in anger, he stared at Ambrosine and Dexter.

Of course, the two Ironhides were not scared to that extent.

"Oh, even the poor have a funeral. I thought the poor man would dig a hole in the ground and bury the body. It doesn't mean a grave to a poor man who doesn't need a name. Basically..."

Ambrosine laughs violently and throws insulting words at the rap.

The demon, who had sought out the troubled boys with his malnourished sisters and set off Marie's murder, did not feel any itching in front of the victims of his own plot. It's not a decent human job. An ugly, fat ego was crushing and paralyzing the compassion for others.

"... shut up."

Until then, Esseleed murmured in silence.

It was a small voice, but it went well.

It was heavy enough for Ambrosine to lose her words.

Dexter, too, was slightly forgetting to laugh.

Ethel Reed did not blink and stared at them with dark glowing eyes.

Keep Marie in your arms to tears in your eyes.

"No more insulting Marie's honor. She was more worthy of life than any of us. And yet, why do all the debris like us Sherlock survive..."

The two thugs of the servant were also under pressure, pale and trembling.

Esseleed shed tears of blood.

No, Ethel Reed put his nails under his right eye and scratched his skin.

I tore my face with madness from my lower eyelid to my chin. I heard an incredible noise.

I was wondering if it would reach the bone.

The nails were scraped to the flesh. My face gets stained with dust while I look at it.

"... because I was a Sherlock... who just met me... and Marie is dead...! It's my fault...!!... my...!!"

With Marie in her arms, Essel Reed stood up.

"Hih...!"

Ambrosine is about to pull herself out.

"If it's your fault, it's none of our business! Don't come over here."

Still, it was a good thing to say it without any ill will.

But the tremor at the end of the phrase is not hidden.

As for Dexter, he didn't say a word out of fear, but puffed his mouth open and closed.

"These shameless bastards!!!!"

"Hyi!?"

"Gyah!?"

With a sip of Ethel Reed, they screamed, and they literally rolled to the ground.

It was a loud voice that I didn't think was a human voice.

The edge of the forest rang.

Esseleed was already completely transformed into someone else.

There was no shadow of my favorite weak boy.

Sherlock's meeting leader Desmond also had an unusual human power.

With Marie in her arm dying like an angel, the figure of the devil burning in revenge stood out.

The shock of losing Marie burned his sweetness in an instant.

I couldn't live without it. I couldn't keep my spirit.

"Do you really think such an excuse will work? I don't know what I'm surviving for right now. To avenge the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce. Because I can't die until I take Marie's vengeance...!"

It sounded like a low curse.

A whirlwind flows from the Sherlock Mansion.

The sound of the echelon surrounding the Essel Lead.

"You're one of us!"

"We will help you too!!" "We acknowledge you!!"

"Defeat!! Defeat Sherlock!!"

"Even revenge on Sherlock...!! You can't do that!"

Ambrosine was poisoned, but fearful and had no roots in her teeth.

Falsehood was about to reach its limit.

Dexter was long behind the scene.

"No matter how many years it takes, I will definitely do it. And after that, I'm going to die after Marie."

Ambrosine was afraid that her sighted brother was completely insane.

It's as dark as a hole in hell, but it's shining brightly.

A sudden sound of wind blows at both of them.

It felt as if they had been stroked by cold ghost hands, and they had total hair.

Dexter turned his back and walked away.

"Hmm," he snorted, and Ambrosine followed.

I had plenty of room, but the face was bloody.

After the two had left, Esseleed laid Marie gently on the ground and kissed her.

And I laughed at Marie.

I smiled with depression at the heart of what I saw brightly.

It was a sad smile.

"Marie... I'll give you a smile that you love.... so this is the last smile of my life."

At the end of the words, Esseleed stopped laughing at all.

He never smiled again until he died.

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"Ah, the lady's smile is awesome! A whisper of innocent angels."

With a voice of joy, Mary cheeks at me.

Well, newborns at this time of year aren't really having fun and laughing.

"Ah, woo, oh."

I remember the story of a scholar in the last 108 times of his life, waving his cheeks as he was done.

It seems that the only weapon for a helpless baby is its cuteness.

The newborn's smile was explained as one of them, and I was quite impressed.

You're an unexpected schemer. Newborn. But I don't like that attitude.

You can't beat a living scoundrel here 108 times.

I smiled as much as I could.

How about it!? This smile of charm Max, who was praised for his Hydrangean flowers, who held the men of nobility in line.

"Miss, did you pee too? You look weird..."

Mary wrinkles her head.

Shit!! I underestimated the undeveloped facial sphincter of the newborn!

I moved the muscles of my face, so I turned into a tight creepy smile!

I hate this baby body!!

Hey!! I can't undo my face!?

"Oh, you want to show me your funny face?

Blud glanced at his face and drooped.

Eh, maybe I'm a group exposed maiden!?

It's like a tragic heroin...!

I'm sorry, I'm going to cancel what I just said.

I remembered his face.

"Alisa seems poor. Huh?"

He even rose up to his voice!

Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

And for now, I'm going back to the cradle! Let me pull it!

"Doesn't he want to brag about his weird face? My sister and brother have been doing well."

There's no way there's a newborn!!

I'll tell you again and again! Brad Stoker!!

Oh, ma, eh, start treating children from scratch.

Don't take yourself for a one-year-old!

This "extra-territorial people" super elite!

What, a one-year-old walker?

Yeah, on the ground. This one's on the tree.

It seems that the children of the "extra-territorial people" live early on in the trees to foster a sense of balance.

... Ahhn, it's really a bunch of assholes.

Too much penetration, just don't look stupid from the outside.

This isn't a weird face in the first place!

It's S.M.I.L.!! It's getting a little...

That's right. Speaking of smiles, there was one person in the last 108 lives who didn't laugh at all.

I always stare around with an amazing face with half a scratch on it.

Shilok Chamber of Commerce heretic Essel Lead.

My second son was flying out of the country for about five years in an attempt to turn his flag back at the Chamber of Commerce.

I came back to Hydrangea because of your father's efforts.

It seems he pushed the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce to the brink of collapse once.

I'll do it with the same face, right?

He wasn't a merchant, he had a funny atmosphere like a general.

But you didn't hate me, did you?

It was so polite that I didn't think he was bleeding.

When I first met your father, I was about five years old.

"I love ~" I used to play a lot.

When an adult says, "I love ~," he usually breaks up and smiles. It was fun, and I went around saying hello to the grown-ups I met.

Even if I don't cheat 108 times, I'm good in the world.

I also did that play when I met Ethel Reed.

You're looking so crazy, I'm trying to make you laugh.

"I love your smile."

I told you.

Then he stood up and cried.

I'm surprised. It looks like a rock, with eyes wide open and tears spilling.

When I round my eyes, I try to stroke my head to calm down, but I'm so worried that such a giant body is coming with tears!!

But I don't think he's a bad person, so I wondered why.

I didn't laugh, but you used to shrink your big body and hang out with me.

Even for the 109th time, I'm sure Esseleed is on the top of the Buddha.

Well, maybe it's already been flown out of the country.

... Humphun humphun

Nh, what's that noise?

"I knew this guy wasn't leaking."

Blood Ooh!!!

What are you doing with your face as the maiden fakes her memory!?

Stay there!! Villain!!

50 cm square from my cradle, punished by the punishment paid!!