I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? Ch 179

June 14, 2017 · by imperfectluck · in Uncategorized. ·

Well then, it happened just as I was ntally sighing about Eric..

“Eeeee!! Why, why is the vampire here!? Noooooo!! I don’t want to die, I don’t want to dieeee!!”

Suddenly, a crazed shouting arose from the corner of the nursing room. I clicked my tongue at being called a vampire, while the doctor headed over to see what was going on. Eric was frozen in shock for a mont with his shoulders trembling, then he looked around the room aimlessly.

“Please calm down, don’t get excited! Soone! Sedatives!”

“No! No!! There’s so many, I don’t want to be the vampire’s bait anymore!!”

“Why is the vampire back here!? I thought the vampire was currently at noble school!!”

“I can’t even fight anymore! Stop it, I don’t want to kill anymore or die!! I can’t even fight anymore, I’m even missing a leg now!!”

With the first scream getting everyone’s attention, subsequent screams arose all at once, and the room suddenly was awash in commotion. I detected many eyes on , containing clearly negative emotions such as condemnation, contempt, and fear. The doctor hurriedly ushered out of the nursing room, and like he was attached to , Eric ca following after.

When I closed the door to the adjacent room in an attempt to block out the sound, I finally let go of a heavy sigh.

Among the royal army’s soldiers, my infamous reputation is commonly known. They seem to be strongly emotionally opposed to due to my thods of attacking enemy units and dealing with enemy prisoners, which runs directly contrary to their ideals of chivalry and benevolence.

I hadn’t taken into consideration that my appearance would cause them ntal trauma…… even through the closed tal door, I could still hear the doctors and soldiers dealing with the panic that my appearance caused, and I unconsciously chewed my lower lip.

For them, I’m a symbol of death, violence, and the battlefield. As the hubbub continued in the distance, my emotions felt like they were condensing into sothing leaden.

“Baron Dovadain, my apologies. It seems that the place where you were to give your condolences has beco chaotic. I shall let Earl Wiegraf Einsbark know that I’ll have so other person take you here again on another day, so you can return to your room now.”

Eric seed unable to comprehend the situation at all, he just kept staring with a frozen expression on his face at the closed door leading to the nursing room as I talked to him. He finally looked at when I finished speaking, with an expression of utter confusion.

“T, that just now…… what was that about? Why is it that, our own country’s soldiers fear you so much?”

“……The battlefield is a place that easily damages people’s hearts.”

While urging Eric to walk out of here with , I decided to answer him. I had thought that it was necessary to educate him anyways, so I suppose this could be a good opportunity. When he visits here again to give his condolences, it’ll be better if he’s able to handle it better and co up with so words to say.

“For enemies on the battlefield, it ans that you’re fighting each other and trying to kill each other, which can create a sense of denial and ntal suffering in humans. And as Eric-dono already knows, I’ve already killed many enemies rcilessly, even prisoners. The injuries those soldiers from earlier received caused them to have weak hearts because they don’t ever want to return to the battlefield again. So, without being able to distinguish between allies and enemies, anything that reminds them of the battlefield causes them to be terrified.”

“Damaged hearts……”

“Injuries and death don’t only happen to your body, it can also happen to spirits. For example, it’s incredibly common for a person to have a phobia of fire if they were burned before, and all living creatures fear pain that they understand the cause behind. In order to keep living, in order to not die, they fear getting injured.”

While giving a basic explanation of psychological damage to Eric, I also thought about my own citizens. The hellish life that they had under my late father’s rule, scarred their hearts deeper than anyone. Although it was necessary, what followed after with my and Earl Terejia’s rule amounted to what was essentially shock therapy. I felt a sense of regret that I wasn’t able to take better care of their hearts.

“…………You.”

From behind , Eric said only one word, with nothing else to go on, not even a question.

“?”

I had no idea what he was trying to say, and I tilted my head as I asked him back. Eric himself seed unsure what to ask , he was furrowing his eyebrows deeply.

“……You, um, well, didn’t personally kill those enemy soldiers, did you?”

He finally ended up asking a question in quite a roundabout manner. Even though the royal army also consists of commoners, their pride wouldn’t even let them consider a tactic like the one I used before. Since they’re not even in the sa chain of command as , they’ve never even participated directly in battle together with the infamously villainous .

“…………Are you really fine? Acting like nothing happened, even with sothing like that,”

He trailed off with a whimper as I glared at him. While his words were cut off, I perfectly understood what he was trying to say.

“They simply weren’t my citizens.”

I shrugged as I answered him. I didn’t ntion if I was fine or not.

I could sort of say that I was fine, but it’s also partially true that I wasn’t. Right now my feelings are sleeping deep within , and unlike my citizens, maybe they’ll co up floating to the surface again at a ti that I can’t control.

End of Act 3, Part 3