The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!! (WN)

That guy… what are you doing?

Hmm. Feelings of seeing Geese’s status.

I do think the skill Demon Dictionary is awesome, but…

Honestly, the status of my sister Lucy I saw before was even more amazing, huh?

Even in anticipation of the future, I doubt if I can actually catch up with Lucy when the problem Geese becomes Lucy’s age.

Sure, as Lucy says, I think Geese has a gift for witchcraft, but that’s something Lucy can tell you.

Furthermore, Lucy has also tried to throw up blood reflexes because she was a woman but wanted to be recognized as the main person (Brother Trevor talks)

To the point of being. Did Lucy not give up her Lord’s seat because she had more strength?

Well, fine.

Lucy, leave the problem alone, it’s Viscount Hilson.

Looking at Viscount Hilson on the defensive wall, he speaks to Geese, who seems to be doing a search on his skills.

“Did you find out anything about Viscount Hilson’s ban?

“If it’s just the name of the banning technique that seems to be it and the name of the magic trick that defeats the surgeon, it came out, but you can’t tell if that’s the right information. Even if that was the right information, all you know is your name. There are no specific effects of that sorcery or detailed methods for exercising it”

Geese says unfortunately, it would be easier to find out if you could just tell the name.

And the name of the ban that Geese searched for…

“Soul Eating (Gratney)”

Mandy!!

I mean, that was on Viscount Hilson’s title!!

I thought you already knew the answer!! Something I regret!!

That? Speaking of which, didn’t ‘Gratney’ mean ‘bulimia’?

If the pig mask is a “magic eater mask” aka “bulimic pig,” or if you do, don’t come out with a bulimic relationship.

Speaking of which, the barrels necessary for “The Prison of the Soul” are also known as “The Lazy Coffin,” or the Seven Sins…

Could magic against soul-eating (Gratney) also be the Seven Sins?

That’s what I expected to hear, the name of a magic trick to defeat the Soul Eater (Gratney)…

Hellgate

Too bad it wasn’t the Seven Sins.

It was some sort of sorcery with a more noisy name than the Seven Sins.

Even after announcing his name, it was Geese who kept searching for a while, but unfortunately he shook his head and looked up.

“We also searched Hell Gate (Hellsgate), but found no details. It doesn’t appear to be in the books I’ve been looking at.”

The books containing information on “Soul Eating (Gratney)” and “Hellgate” appear to be books about the legendary magic that is said to have existed in the past, and are almost like myths and legends, which also record many truly real or suspicious magic.

Wouldn’t it be hard to find even suspicious magic that existed?

But hey. I don’t know. I sound familiar with Hellgate.

Did you hear that in your last life? No, in this world? Which one?

Is that some kind of movie or comic book title?

No, I don’t think that’s what you said. What was that?

Without remembering, I’ll ask you if you know.

“Hmm?” Hellgate. “I’ve never heard of… By the way, Isabella, isn’t something wrong with Viscount Hilson?

Ursh, when you told me to look at Viscount Hilson, he was shaking his torso up and down so hard that he would stop attacking the defensive wall and try to hold his head in.

I’m bumpy about something when I clear my ears, but I’m low and can’t hear it well.

“Mr. Ursh, that guy… what are you doing?

“Come on… I’m not sure either.”

“Huh… don’t be scared”

To Alice’s whining, Geese nods silently to consent.

Mages and adventurers gathered around him were also vigilant in Viscount Hilson’s actions, sipping and watching.

Viscount Hilson, who had been shaking his torso up and down for a while, stops moving in a forward bending position with his head in his arms.

The surroundings crept out at the look of the Viscount, who stopped being slight as it was.

Confused by the immobile Viscount, he kept an eye on what action he was going to take next, and left it at about ten minutes.

When the human tension around him was loosening, the Viscount’s arms, holding his head, fell bristly.

If, he suspects, he has moved on to his next body, Viscount Hilson wakes up his upper body in a lilacy motion like a puppet.

And in a slow motion, he stripped the wreckage of a pig mask that was stuck around his head.

The expression is falling out, but Viscount Hilson’s face becomes dewy, keeping his glaring eyes.

The part that wasn’t covered in the mask was dirty with dust, and he didn’t even show how he cared about his face, which had become like a pattern, and he got his hands inside the pig mask, pulling a thousand pieces of the crushed demon nucleus that was attached to the top of the mask.

When he throws away the remnants of the mask, he crushes the Demon Nucleus with his bare hands… and swallows it.

“Oh, Isabella… I have a bad feeling about it. Maybe we should stay off the defensive wall a little bit.”

Before listening back to what you said, Ursh, changes come to Viscount Hilson.

As the pigments of the skin become white and thin, the blood vessels of the whole body rise as if they were visible, and go as thin as if they were going to lose moisture.

Looking sharply at the change, Viscount Hilson roared (howling) as he spread his arms and raised his torso.

The air trembles at Viscount Hilson’s roar, the defensive walls vibrate, and the expression of the mages putting up the defensive walls distorts.

To a long growl that doesn’t know how long it will last, the magicians step on to retain the defensive wall as they sweat.

He was distracted, but Ursh returned to me with your groans, and I instilled magic in him to strengthen the defensive wall, too.

Viscount Hilson’s roar stopped perfectly when the defensive walls had been strengthened and the vibrations had subsided slightly.

Exhale like your surroundings are hoarse.

At the same time, everyone spoke out loudly and made noise with Zawazawa.

“Dude, what is it now?

“I don’t know, isn’t that an evil ascension?

“Whoa!! I’m handing out potions to the sorcerers right now. Here, come on.”

“He ate the nucleus, didn’t he? Oh, my God, what’s going to happen?

“I don’t know anyone who ate the nucleus because I’ve never seen it before.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it!! Don’t fail to be vigilant, okay?!

Listening to the stiffness around me, listening to my palpitations, Ursh, who drinks up the potion handed out, you’re the serious voice, and you start talking.

“Isabella, maybe this won’t end, so I’m not ready for battle. I was wondering if Miss Alice and Lady Geese would be prepared to obstruct the path to the Royal Palace.”

“Huh… Could it come out?”

To Alice’s words, when you nod, your voice rises from all around you.

“Whoa!! He’s laughing!! I’m willing to do something again!! Stay alert!!

Before someone’s voice can finish, Viscount Hilson starts breathing deeply as he opens his mouth so wide that his jaw is about to come off.

The air, like a mirage, sucks into his mouth as the space sways.

It gained a little strength, and as it swirled, it took the magic put in the defensive wall and the MPs of the magicians who kept it.

I was fortifying the defensive wall, too, and they suck the MP off with me.

In a hazy consciousness, a magician falling flabby and you, Ursh, entered my sight.