Reincarnated as a Villain That was Killed Before the Game Starts

[7] Eagle Beast Man and Guardian Dragon

“How’s it going, sister? Feel good?”

“Dio, it’s not good enough! I serve your sister, too!

Now that you’ve settled down a little, are you in the mood to work on educating the flower set!

… Yes, I’m in the mood, already for two weeks.

Currently I was getting a massage on my bed at night by a cute Betty with a rabbit ear and a Dio with brown skin with cat ears.

I’m tired of running around in a world I’m unfamiliar with.

Besides, your shoulders are unusually stiff.

Is it because of this chest…… even though I used to not know how to shoulder.

The two massages stain my body very much, but there was only one difficulty.

“Hmm… hey, Dio, I promised I wouldn’t touch you there!

“‘Cause, sister, it’s heavy here, right? I think it’s elaborate, and I’ll lighten it up for you.”

Dio reaches into my chest and rubs it.

If I had left myself to that hand I was familiar with, I would rush away because I knew it was going to be strange.

Dio is a kid from Flower Street who looks like he’s about ten years old.

He’s a black cat beast man with golden eyes on his brown skin.

He’s one of the kids who brought me porridge on the first day.

Dio stares upwards at me as I jump out of my bet in a quadruple pose.

Drifting colours are dangerously luscious because they are young.

Betty, the white rabbit’s beast man, used the innocent beautiful girl mesmerized ambiance as a weapon, while Dio had a provocative and inviting atmosphere.

“Over! The massage is over! Then I’ll read you a picture book, so you can both listen to me very carefully!

Speaking of which, Betty raised her voice that she had done it, and Dio twisted her tail with joy.

Of the floral group of four, these two play a prank especially against me.

I get stuck in bed every time, so as a result of trying to put him to sleep before he does something weird, I come up with a picture book for you.

Since then, I’ve made the two of them read and listen to picture books as they do every day.

I miss it.

This is how I used to read pictures to my younger brothers in my previous life.

They both seem to like reading and listening to picture books, and how adorable they are to shine their eyes and pick their ears on occasions.

Seeing you like that… makes me want to pretend like this too.

“Sister…… is it time for us?

“Lots of cuteness today, huh?

I just finished reading the book and the two of you noticed how I was doing.

Dio brings a lot of laughter and Betty leans her neck upwards.

And they changed their appearance.

Dio goes to a cat with black fur and soothing golden eyes.

Betty clumps fluffy white fur, to the loving rabbit.

No, if you lose the temptation.

Though I think so, its fluffy white hair and long moving ears. Betty’s bright red eyes moisturize when she says she won’t touch them.

If you’re a black cat, can I touch you? With that attitude, I can’t wait to soak up the twinge that doesn’t lose its temperament.

… It’s not good to treat these kids like pets.

I think so, but this temptation is strong.

Because there are animals out there that won’t run away if you touch them!

And I can’t believe you’re waiting to be touched by me… what a happy thing!

Of course, I lost that charm with a second kill.

Whether you’re a pet or a person or a beast, you want to love something cute!

Let’s just say this is one expression of love from my sister to my brother.

Give me a hug. Why are you turning around?

Too cute to suck already…… happy.

“Mmm… you’re quite a technician, aren’t you?”

“I felt good too…… no, no”

When I realized it, my consciousness was flying, and when I returned it to me, there were two people… or two people lying on their beds.

We both have weak voices, so maybe we’re going to sleep already.

You’ll get sleepy after reading a picture book.

They try to do something disgusting to me every time, but after reading the book, they mostly fall asleep like this.

So blanket him gently.

“Good night, both of you.”

As I did to my younger brothers, I stroked them to pound lightly around my chest before traveling to the world of my dreams, too.

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Betty and Dio are doing something about it, so, well, okay.

Then the problem is the other two.

The afternoon garden is pompous and pleasant.

There are four seasons in this country and it is now spring season.

There’s something like a terrace with a sunset, where you sit back and watch the roses in the garden.

Tea time in the garden, overlooking the roses.

What an elegant and luxurious temporary.

When I was OL in my previous life, I thought canned coffee drinking on the roof between jobs was luxurious, but incomparable.

… the comparison itself is a level of emptiness.

“Hey, Master Hilda. Do?”

In such a wonderful spring cheer, someone was about to get his hands from under his clothes, saying something completely unsatisfactory.

Bright white, saggy hair with a silky appearance.

Those black eyes are dead somewhere, or they don’t show the light.

White ears like a spoon over your head.

The buttocks had tails like the white moon light threaded and bound.

Horse Beast Man, Elliot is about eight years old in appearance.

They were originally kept for use as racehorses, but they were injured and since then they have been unable to transform into horses.

That seems to have sold me off to my husband, who trusted me, to the flower district.

While I approached Hilda because Betty and Dio didn’t want to go back to the store, there was an atmosphere where this Elliot was either looking for pleasure.

I don’t care about everything, so I want to feel good.

It’s decadent, and you’re giving up everything, or so it is.

“I don’t do that! Let’s do something else and play. Healthy!”

“Nothing good… what are you doing?

Exercise is the best way to quench your cravings.

Hey, it would be nice to have a cool or something, but Elliot is a horse, so he runs fast.

You get caught doing everything you can to get a helo, you can eat it, right? and it seems visible to be brought into erotic expansion.

With Hilda’s knowledge, it seems cricket when it comes to sports in this world.

But only words come to mind, and I don’t know the rules, so it’s troublesome.

Think we could all enjoy it if it was around football and realize we don’t have a ball that size in the first place.

… it looks like the ball itself exists for now and I think I’ll have them make something to play with.

If I had thought of that, Zach, there was one who stood in front of me.

This is Feather, the last of the florists.

Feather is an eagle beast man with mixed white and black colors in his brown hair.

He had sharp eyes and had wings in the same shade on his back as his hair.

He’s not the only one in the Orc who’s from the Flower Street.

He said he was one of the royalty of a highly regarded beast man.

But the humans grabbed me and made me a pet.

Feathers have fine feathers on their backs but heavy shackles on their feet.

For this reason, it seemed impossible to fly even though it was possible to walk.

The shackles were attached before Hilda bought them, and the keys were apparently managed by Hilda.

I searched for the key to remove it for you, but I couldn’t find it.

I am currently waiting for a vendor to remove the shackles.

It seems Feather’s parents are in the kingdom of the Beast Man, and I haven’t been able to ascertain what kind of parents.

When the shackles came off, I thought I’d go to the country and identify your parents before handing over Feather.

“Hey Hilda. Claude told me. Only the Beast didn’t adopt him.”

In a great tone, Feather bumps his back feathers like a frustration.

“The beast man is a slave, so suddenly it seems difficult to make him a nobleman later. So it happened once I got into some school and became a civilian. I think we talked about this two weeks ago.”

“I didn’t hear that.”

Feather frowns upon my words.

Feather hates Hilda and doesn’t try to talk at all.

I often didn’t even come to the breakfast and dinner table, and I boycotted my study time.

“I know. We’re not human anyway, so I guess we did it so we could get rid of it right away.”

“That’s not true!

I had given Feather the misunderstanding because I had left the spotlight without thinking too deeply about slavery.

I immediately denied it, but it looked like I didn’t believe that face at all.

“No, in the first place, you’re gonna throw it away when you grow up, including those guys who are people’s kids, right? Like Gilbert.”

Feather says that in a disgusting tone.

“… Gilbert? Who’s that?”

Among the boys, I shrug unexpectedly because I didn’t have a name like that.

I realized that I lost my word after I said it.

– Feather’s eyes were lit with a fierce flame of anger.

He said, “What are you? He said he didn’t remember Gilbert, who grew up loving someone like you! When I grow up, I’m already used to it, do I even erase existence from my head? Don’t you think Gil would be rewarded for that?

Feather roughs his voice, turning his face bright red and yelling.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I only knew clearly that I had stepped on Feather’s mine.

“I’ll kill you…”

A sharp nail stretches from Feather’s much more powerful fingertips.

Not good!

It was late when I thought so, and the hand was imminent in front of me.

I closed my eyes as much as I wanted.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. Don’t hurt your husband.”

After a while there was no pain and I heard the impression that it seemed a little cumbersome.

Red hair reminiscent of flames if you open your eyes.

A tall boy stood there sheltering me.

If you twist Feather’s hand all the way around and the boy pops it gently, its body blows off as far away as you can imagine.

“Were you okay, your husband?

Looking back at me, it was the boy with the look on his face who seemed to notice.

Is he about eighteen years old?

On the side of his head, a twirling sheep-like horn.

Then he had tails like lizards, and feathers like bats on his back.

“Yeah, thanks. And you?”

“… I knew you had amnesia, but you’re like someone else”

A red-haired boy opens his eyes to me for thanking me.

“I’m Heath. Your guardian dragon.”

Heath introduces herself in a tone that sounds like she hates it.

That attitude had an obvious hostility towards Hilda.

I thought you were on my side because you helped me, and that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“I’m telling you, I saved you because when you die, you’re making me a guardian dragon, and I’m gonna die, too. It’s annoying to be dying on your own like before. Remember that because it’s important there?

That said, Heath scratched it off.

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What the hell was that?

Confused, I told Claude the whole situation and asked for an explanation.

Feather said Gilbert was a dog beast from Flower Street who lived here until about six months ago.

Gilbert, a submissive character, falls in love with his husband, Hilda.

So… I’m a complete adult.

Hilda seems to have relentlessly abandoned Gilbert, who fell in love with herself and grew up.

Feather was close to Gilbert, and that’s why he must have behaved like that to me.

Mr. Hilda… Aren’t you going to collect the boys and throw them away or something when you grow up?

Besides, it sucks as a person to trump a grown child in love with himself.

Gilbert must have been quite hurt.

In retrospect of what I said and did, I could also say that it was natural for Feather to be angry.

“I can’t believe I’m trying to hurt your daughter… it must not happen”

I don’t think you’ll ever forgive me, but I guess I should apologize to Feather.

That’s what I thought. Claude let me gently hold something in my hand.

This feeling I’m familiar with my hands.

Thick, spiney whips fit horribly in my hand.

I made him do it and hit him on the floor.

“So! You’re telling me you won’t do that!

“But we need to show them what happens to those who do this. I can’t believe I didn’t blame you for anything, that’s what other people would do if they did the mane. If the lady doesn’t… I’ll do it”

Claude snatched the whip away from me, who roughed up his voice.

I see a flame of loose anger behind Claude’s eyes, and I zoom into the cold of that voice.

… Though Claude seems kind, his personality seems to change against those who do harm to Hilda.

“Then I will punish you appropriately. No whipping! What’s that red-haired Heath more than that?

Ask as you take the whip out of Claude’s hand.

“Heath is your daughter’s guardian dragon. As a young lady, she takes from Heath a treasure ball of equal value to life and makes her obey. He can’t be a dragon without it, he can’t go back inside the sky.”

Even so, Claude says.

“By the way, when the lady dies, Heath dies, too. That’s the kind of contract magic your daughter put on Heath to protect herself.”

Wow… you can’t go home and protect yourself.

If you’re Mr. Hilda, you bastard!

Naturally, Heath doesn’t like Hilda.

Really, I guess I can’t complain about this killing anymore… instead of losing the death flag every time I scratch my feet!