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@osqmu , @Jayswing103 and @noobtube2 Yes, I'm dead serious, but after re-reading the first chapter I found out I was wrong about the author saying that the Prince and co with the heroine part were
, but it's kind of implied that they're all...
Here's the link to the first chapter of the WB if you two are interested: https://mwmtranslations.com/2018/11/28/the-villainess-will-crush-her-destruction-end-through-modern-firepower-1/
If you guys just want the real juicy part of the 1st chapter...
killed
minced meat as so is the most of the population of the capital
Here's the link to the first chapter of the WB if you two are interested: https://mwmtranslations.com/2018/11/28/the-villainess-will-crush-her-destruction-end-through-modern-firepower-1/
If you guys just want the real juicy part of the 1st chapter...
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──The girl was known as a villainess.
The houses burn. The city is on fire. The great manors are ablaze.
The streets of what was once known as a cultural capital are choked with thick black smoke. Great works of music, opera and literature. It was here that they were dreamed up.
And now it all lies in ruins.
I advanced through the crumbling architecture of that city.
With the ridiculously oversized cannon in my right hand – a 120mm tank gun, I blew the buildings in front of me to smithereens as I pressed on. I’ll reduce anything that stands in my way to rubble with the tank gun as I moved towards the palace without saying a word.
Soldiers who barely managed to survive my barrage tried to counterattack with crossbows, but I traced the flight of the bolts through the air and avoided them with superhuman agility.
──Class 3 Combat Adaptation Measures are a big success. Both my physical ability and reflexes are greatly enhanced. It’s as if the arrows are paused in mid-air. I have no trouble avoiding them, and I have equally little trouble returning the favour.
Thus, I gave the soldiers a gift of shell fire. Yes, you’re welcome!
“Well then, Blau, Gelb, Rot. Where are the remnants located?”
As I asked them, I saw an image of those three – The three fairies who were my followers dressed in fluttering cute dresses appeared in my field of view.
The image flows through my optic nerves and is displayed in my vision like a window. As they do, I also see the same sights that those three do.
“There are soldiers stationed in front of the palace, master.”
“There are no enemies in the rear.”
“Area clear!”
Really, those fairies are so good at scouting places out whilst staying undetected, they’re the perfect replacement for a reconnaissance drone. Although sometimes they’re a little reluctant to do the work, so long as you promise them a reward of candy you can get them on board.
As I stepped over the bodies of dead and mortally wounded soldiers who were unable to resist me, I destroyed the abandoned carriages and barricades that stood between me and the palace, my mood so jubilant that I almost want to break into song.
Guards indeed stood in front of the palace. They were soldiers who had been called out as a last resort, battle-hardened veterans. I recognized those blue and white uniforms.
“Ha ha… You must be joking. I thought it was merely another battlefield myth. Now you’re telling me it really exists?”
One of the old guys in the Imperial Guard grimaced with a dry laugh.
“Red Devil. The Dragon Slaying Witch. The Punisher of Plussen. Why has such a monster come here? Isn’t it just weird? Just… just attacking the Imperial Palace on her own and engulfing it in a sea of fire… It’s just… Why are you doing this…?”
That old geezer looked at me with a face as if to say he truly didn’t understand at all.
“You can only blame your own narrow thinking. I accomplished all this with just a little magic. Although I may have had some talent, the only reason I am leagues ahead of you now is because I kept pushing the boundaries, without ever letting my ingenuity go. Do you need more explanation than that?”
Asking the Imperial Guardsmen that, I smiled.
“You monster…”
“We can’t win…”
“A demon…”
The guards pointed their crossbows towards me, their hands shaking in fear.
“Then let me ask you this, Red Devil! Aren’t you merely a child? Killing countless people without a care in the world… Even women and children… These soldiers just want to return home to their families, how can you be so calm through all this!?”
The old man’s words were boring.
“It’s fine. There are certain synapses in the brain that cause one to be averse to murder. It’s these synapses that force this so-called ‘conscience’, the single biggest obstacle to killing. But, what if I could force them to stop working?”
Well, it’s actually something I’m pretty proud of.
“Such a thing, that’s impossible! You messed with your brain using magic? To disable your own conscience!?”
“That’s exactly right. I don’t feel pangs of conscience, mercy nor pity. I am merely a machine that mows down her enemies. If the opponent is an enemy soldier, I can pull the trigger without moral qualms. I don’t feel any compassion for the collateral damage either.”
I had finally achieved it. The human brain perfectly suited to combat.
“You’re a monster. A murderous psychopath with no conscience. Even soldiers hesitate to kill their enemies.”
“Then that soldier is flawed, old man. Soldiers don’t need a conscience. A soldier who advances at the sound of a whistle or a drum, and doesn’t stop fighting until their opponent is annihilated, that’s a true soldier. Isn’t that right?”
It seems like the old man sees war in some kind of romantic way. That kind of hobby doesn’t suit me. I’m the type that demands thorough efficiency. The gestures and formality of the battlefields of old disgusts me. It’s deplorable that there are professional soldiers who would hesitate to kill a foe.
“Do you have no sense of patriotism?”
“Hmm. Nope. I’m only interested in annihilating the enemy. Of course, I’d be happy if the people of the country were pleased with my efforts.”
Patriotism, huh? I wonder if a country that would exile an entire Duke’s household simply because I bullied the heroine a little should be prattling about patriotism.
“Now, it’s time for the story to end. I’m about to be very busy turning this lovely and luxurious palace back into a vacant lot. Chatting is fun and all, but I can’t let it interfere with a job.”
I told them this casually, then pointed the barrel of the tank gun toward the Imperial Guards.
HE rounds. Perfect for an opening salvo.
“You demon! You will not escape hell for this!”
“Demon… What exactly do you think demons and humans even are? You know, I had a perfectly good name given to me by my parents.”
The guardsman screamed incoherently as I fired.
The HE round hit its mark and the barricade erupted in an explosion, blowing the nearby guardsmen away. The old man that had been talking to me was thrown in the air as well, joining the rest of the mangled corpses that littered the city.
An automatic revolving loading device discharged and loaded the next shell automatically, and the gun roared as I fired at the guards who had managed to survive the first shot.
“Blau. Number of hostiles remaining?”
“There aren’t any, master.”
As I held the red hot barrel of the gun to the sky, the fairy went on.
“But, is this fine, master? To go this far…”
“It’s necessary, Brau. The enemy is underestimating us. I have to give them a taste of what fear really is. I would also like to acquire data on real warfare.”
Well, the real reason is the data, after all. Tee hee ♪
I turned the muzzle of the tank gun towards the palace.
“Ah. I forgot to mention it. My name is Astrid-Sophie von Oldenburg. A peerless magical innovator, and a human ammunition dump. I also happen to be a Villainess. Nice to meet you, everyone. And, farewell.”
I introduced myself, then with a splendid laugh, I began to reduce that fine palace to rubble.
I truly believe that blasting that place into woodchips was the coolest thing I’ve ever done. Witnessing the final moments of something truly beautiful really is the best. I deeply enjoyed myself as I set about the destruction. Opportunities like that don’t roll around every day, after all.
Now, why don’t we step back a little bit and trace just how exactly we ended up here?
──The girl was known as a villainess.
The houses burn. The city is on fire. The great manors are ablaze.
The streets of what was once known as a cultural capital are choked with thick black smoke. Great works of music, opera and literature. It was here that they were dreamed up.
And now it all lies in ruins.
I advanced through the crumbling architecture of that city.
With the ridiculously oversized cannon in my right hand – a 120mm tank gun, I blew the buildings in front of me to smithereens as I pressed on. I’ll reduce anything that stands in my way to rubble with the tank gun as I moved towards the palace without saying a word.
Soldiers who barely managed to survive my barrage tried to counterattack with crossbows, but I traced the flight of the bolts through the air and avoided them with superhuman agility.
──Class 3 Combat Adaptation Measures are a big success. Both my physical ability and reflexes are greatly enhanced. It’s as if the arrows are paused in mid-air. I have no trouble avoiding them, and I have equally little trouble returning the favour.
Thus, I gave the soldiers a gift of shell fire. Yes, you’re welcome!
“Well then, Blau, Gelb, Rot. Where are the remnants located?”
As I asked them, I saw an image of those three – The three fairies who were my followers dressed in fluttering cute dresses appeared in my field of view.
The image flows through my optic nerves and is displayed in my vision like a window. As they do, I also see the same sights that those three do.
“There are soldiers stationed in front of the palace, master.”
“There are no enemies in the rear.”
“Area clear!”
Really, those fairies are so good at scouting places out whilst staying undetected, they’re the perfect replacement for a reconnaissance drone. Although sometimes they’re a little reluctant to do the work, so long as you promise them a reward of candy you can get them on board.
As I stepped over the bodies of dead and mortally wounded soldiers who were unable to resist me, I destroyed the abandoned carriages and barricades that stood between me and the palace, my mood so jubilant that I almost want to break into song.
Guards indeed stood in front of the palace. They were soldiers who had been called out as a last resort, battle-hardened veterans. I recognized those blue and white uniforms.
“Ha ha… You must be joking. I thought it was merely another battlefield myth. Now you’re telling me it really exists?”
One of the old guys in the Imperial Guard grimaced with a dry laugh.
“Red Devil. The Dragon Slaying Witch. The Punisher of Plussen. Why has such a monster come here? Isn’t it just weird? Just… just attacking the Imperial Palace on her own and engulfing it in a sea of fire… It’s just… Why are you doing this…?”
That old geezer looked at me with a face as if to say he truly didn’t understand at all.
“You can only blame your own narrow thinking. I accomplished all this with just a little magic. Although I may have had some talent, the only reason I am leagues ahead of you now is because I kept pushing the boundaries, without ever letting my ingenuity go. Do you need more explanation than that?”
Asking the Imperial Guardsmen that, I smiled.
“You monster…”
“We can’t win…”
“A demon…”
The guards pointed their crossbows towards me, their hands shaking in fear.
“Then let me ask you this, Red Devil! Aren’t you merely a child? Killing countless people without a care in the world… Even women and children… These soldiers just want to return home to their families, how can you be so calm through all this!?”
The old man’s words were boring.
“It’s fine. There are certain synapses in the brain that cause one to be averse to murder. It’s these synapses that force this so-called ‘conscience’, the single biggest obstacle to killing. But, what if I could force them to stop working?”
Well, it’s actually something I’m pretty proud of.
“Such a thing, that’s impossible! You messed with your brain using magic? To disable your own conscience!?”
“That’s exactly right. I don’t feel pangs of conscience, mercy nor pity. I am merely a machine that mows down her enemies. If the opponent is an enemy soldier, I can pull the trigger without moral qualms. I don’t feel any compassion for the collateral damage either.”
I had finally achieved it. The human brain perfectly suited to combat.
“You’re a monster. A murderous psychopath with no conscience. Even soldiers hesitate to kill their enemies.”
“Then that soldier is flawed, old man. Soldiers don’t need a conscience. A soldier who advances at the sound of a whistle or a drum, and doesn’t stop fighting until their opponent is annihilated, that’s a true soldier. Isn’t that right?”
It seems like the old man sees war in some kind of romantic way. That kind of hobby doesn’t suit me. I’m the type that demands thorough efficiency. The gestures and formality of the battlefields of old disgusts me. It’s deplorable that there are professional soldiers who would hesitate to kill a foe.
“Do you have no sense of patriotism?”
“Hmm. Nope. I’m only interested in annihilating the enemy. Of course, I’d be happy if the people of the country were pleased with my efforts.”
Patriotism, huh? I wonder if a country that would exile an entire Duke’s household simply because I bullied the heroine a little should be prattling about patriotism.
“Now, it’s time for the story to end. I’m about to be very busy turning this lovely and luxurious palace back into a vacant lot. Chatting is fun and all, but I can’t let it interfere with a job.”
I told them this casually, then pointed the barrel of the tank gun toward the Imperial Guards.
HE rounds. Perfect for an opening salvo.
“You demon! You will not escape hell for this!”
“Demon… What exactly do you think demons and humans even are? You know, I had a perfectly good name given to me by my parents.”
The guardsman screamed incoherently as I fired.
The HE round hit its mark and the barricade erupted in an explosion, blowing the nearby guardsmen away. The old man that had been talking to me was thrown in the air as well, joining the rest of the mangled corpses that littered the city.
An automatic revolving loading device discharged and loaded the next shell automatically, and the gun roared as I fired at the guards who had managed to survive the first shot.
“Blau. Number of hostiles remaining?”
“There aren’t any, master.”
As I held the red hot barrel of the gun to the sky, the fairy went on.
“But, is this fine, master? To go this far…”
“It’s necessary, Brau. The enemy is underestimating us. I have to give them a taste of what fear really is. I would also like to acquire data on real warfare.”
Well, the real reason is the data, after all. Tee hee ♪
I turned the muzzle of the tank gun towards the palace.
“Ah. I forgot to mention it. My name is Astrid-Sophie von Oldenburg. A peerless magical innovator, and a human ammunition dump. I also happen to be a Villainess. Nice to meet you, everyone. And, farewell.”
I introduced myself, then with a splendid laugh, I began to reduce that fine palace to rubble.
I truly believe that blasting that place into woodchips was the coolest thing I’ve ever done. Witnessing the final moments of something truly beautiful really is the best. I deeply enjoyed myself as I set about the destruction. Opportunities like that don’t roll around every day, after all.
Now, why don’t we step back a little bit and trace just how exactly we ended up here?
