Villainess: Reloaded! ~Blowing Away Bad Ends with Modern Weapons~ Volume 1
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Astrid von Oldenburg is no ordinary four-year-old. She’s a child prodigy with a passion for military technology who now finds herself reincarnated in the world of an otome game she played during her past life. But not as the heroine! As the game’s villainess, she's born with wealth, power, and a fearsome talent for magic. The only problem is that every route leads to her inevitable destruction. Or does it? What if averting her destruction was a simple matter of amassing enough firepower to annihilate anyone who dared even attempt to bring her down?! In a bid to resist fate, the young villainess embarks on the reproduction of all of her favorite weaponry. Whatever it takes, Astrid’s determined to blow away her bad ends with superior firepower!
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Villainess - 616th Special Information Battalion
Chapter 1 — They Called Her Villainess
Homes burned. Streets burned. The palace burned.
The once great city was now engulfed in flames and choked by black smoke. It had been hailed as a center of culture; from literature to music and operas, the city had produced so much. Now it was being reduced to mere ruins.
I was moving through that crumbling city of culture.
With an oversized weapon—a 120 mm rifled gun—in my right hand, I advanced through the rubble of the city that my weapon had leveled. I mowed down anyone and anything that might have hindered my progress as I wordlessly forced my way toward the palace.
Soldiers that were somehow still alive made attempts to drive me back with bolts launched from their crossbows. I evaded their bolts with superhuman movements, as if I could somehow see the trajectory of each one.
My type-3 combat preparation measures were a great success: my strength was boosted, and my reflexes were greatly enhanced. It was as if the bolts fired by my foes were barely moving. Dodging them took no effort whatsoever, and sending back a token of my appreciation was similarly effortless.
How about an explosive shell to show my gratitude? Here you go!
Blau, Gelb, Rot,
I called out to my fairies, are there any survivors nearby?
The three fairies that did my bidding each shared their vision with me. They were cute creatures in airy dresses whose heads comprised about a third of their height.
The images flowing into my optic nerve created displays like windows on a computer screen. The three fields of view visible to my three fairies all flowed into my eyes at once.
The soldiers are constructing a barrier in front of the palace, Master.
No sign of enemies to the rear.
Surroundings clear!
Only those with aptitude could perceive the fairies, making them perfect for use as reconnaissance drones. The fairies themselves weren’t particularly happy about it, but they’d soon get over it if I gave them candy afterward.
I advanced through what remained of the soldiers now that they’d lost all power to resist me. I was moving ever closer to the palace, and I felt as though I might even start to hum as I gleefully watched my weapon blast apart broken carriages and makeshift barricades.
The imperial guard was waiting before the palace. These soldiers had been dispatched into the most ferocious of battles during this war. Their military uniforms of indigo blue and white were familiar to me.
Hah... It can’t be.
An old man among the imperial guard scowled and then let out a short, dry laugh. I thought it was just another myth from the battlefields, but it was real? This monster actually exists? The Red Demon. The Dragon Slayer Witch. Plusen’s Punishment. How can such a monster exist? It shouldn’t be possible. A soldier, a single soldier, capable of assaulting our capital and turning it into a sea of flames... Such a thing cannot be. And yet, here you are...
The old man from the imperial guard was looking at me as if something deep within him couldn’t comprehend it.
Gentlemen, your failure lies in your narrow thinking.
I looked at the old man with a broad smile. I’ve accomplished all of this with no more than commonly known magic. I may have some talent, but my ceaseless creativity and continued study of magic are what allow me to stand before you. What more explanation do you need?
Monster...
We can’t win...
Foul demon...
The pitiful soldiers trembled in fear as they aimed their crossbows at me.
"I must ask you, Red Demon. Are you not still a child? How can you kill so calmly? So many, with no hesitation? There were women and children in the buildings you’ve destroyed, and those soldiers had families waiting for them. How can you stay so calm?!"
The old man of the imperial guard was getting rather tiresome. I’ll tell you how. There are modules in the brain that make us hesitate to kill people. The thing we call a conscience is the main deterrent preventing us from killing, and there are several modules associated with it. But what if those modules could be forcibly shut down?
This was something I enjoyed bragging about.
You can’t be serious. You’d use blood magic to meddle with your own brain? You’ve stopped these m-modules you speak of? You’ve erased your own conscience?
Precisely. Right now, I have no conscience, no pity, no compassion, no sympathy. I’m simply a war machine designed to eliminate all foes. In the face of an enemy soldier, I can pull the trigger without mercy. Even if bystanders get caught up in my assault, I’ll feel no compassion for them.
I’d succeeded. I’d shaped the human brain to be perfectly suited to combat.
You truly are a monster. A killing machine with no conscience is no more than a monster. Even veteran soldiers hesitate before they kill their enemies.
And that is a defect in those soldiers, Mister. Soldiers don’t need a conscience. All men should march at the signal of the fife and drum corps without fear of death, and then they should fight until all enemies are annihilated. That is a true soldier. Don’t you agree?
What’s this? This old man must be the type who romanticizes old wars. We couldn’t have less in common. What I want is efficiency at every level. I can’t stand the sight of ancient battlefields. There’s nothing sadder than a soldier who hesitates to kill when killing is their very job.
Do you not even have love for your own country?
the old man asked.
Hmm. Guess not. My only concern right now is the total annihilation of my enemies. Though I would prefer it if the people of my homeland welcomed that.
Love for my country? Why would anyone love a country that banishes a duke’s family over nothing more than the heroine getting bullied a bit?
It’s about time our little talk ended. It would be a shame if such a splendid, beautiful palace weren’t destroyed, so until I’ve reduced it to bare earth, I’ve still got work to do. I did enjoy talking to you, but I can’t let you get between me and my work.
With that, I casually pointed the muzzle of my gun toward the imperial guard. Ammunition: high-explosive shells. Continuous fire.
Demon! You’ll burn in hell, mark my words!
Why do you people always call me demon? My parents already gave me a fine name.
Flames erupted from the gun just as the man began to scream. The shell’s impact created an inferno that blew away the soldiers along with their barricade and the old man who’d just been talking to me. He joined the ranks of mute corpses filling the streets.
An automatic reloading mechanism—similar to a revolver’s—loaded the next shell, and my gun roared once more as I fired it into the surviving members of the imperial guard.
Blau. Was that every enemy?
I asked with the hot muzzle of my gun pointed toward the sky.
There are no more, Master,
my fairy Blau replied. But are you sure about this? You didn’t have to go this far...
It’s necessary, Blau. The enemy takes me too lightly. I have to make them all experience true fear. And I want to collect field data.
Gotta admit, my real motivation for all this is that field data though. Tee hee.
Next, I pointed my muzzle toward the palace. Whoops. I almost forgot to say: my name is Astrid Sophie von Oldenburg. I’m a tireless researcher of magic and also a walking arsenal. I also happen to be the villainess. Nice to meet you, everyone. And farewell.
After that quick self-introduction, I smiled and set to the task of turning the palace to rubble. Smashing a splendid palace into tiny little pieces was about the coolest thing I could think of. When the thing you’re destroying is beautiful, that’s what really makes it worthwhile. I was about to get my fill of destruction in its purest form. Opportunities as good as this didn’t come often.
Now, you’re probably wondering how it came to this. Let’s back up a little, shall we?
....
It all started back when I, Astrid Sophie von Oldenburg, was just four years old.
I was a girl with a stupidly long name, and my most charming feature was my bright red hair. I always felt proud when admiring my red hair and the way it reached down to my waist.
One day I’d just heard that my younger cousin Iris had come to visit, and I was racing down the stairs to see her. I fell from the fifth stair and landed flat on my face. That was the day that I remembered it all.
I’ve got memories from my past life!
Please don’t write me off as a delusional kid just yet. Please.
The past-life me had just reached adulthood and was in her first year of college. I was studying the humanities, by the way. I’d turned into a bit of a military geek, and I was just getting into the otaku lifestyle. As for my favorite warship, tank, and fighter jet—well, if I talk about those I’ll get way off topic...
Let’s get back to the main point. I’d gotten into the college I’d been aiming for, and I should have been spending my freshman year enjoying the freedom of having my own place and living out my otaku lifestyle without restraint. And yet, before I knew it, I’d turned into a four-year-old girl. I had absolutely no idea how it all happened. Not in the slightest.
The one thing I did know was the name Astrid Sophie von Oldenburg. There was an otome game called Wish Upon a Shooting Star that an otaku friend of mine had more or less forced me to play, and one of the characters in the game had that exact same name.
After realizing that, it didn’t take me long to remember the rest. I was in a country known as the Plusen Empire. The name of the emperor ruling the Plusen Empire was Wilhelm III. The name of the school I’d be attending was the Holy Satanachia Academy of Sorcery. And the name of the first imperial prince was Friedrich. It all matched the scenario of Wish Upon a Shooting Star.
Having cleared every route in the game, I understood what I was up against.
First off, I wasn’t this game’s main heroine. I was what you might call the villainess. My role was to make trouble for the heroine. While the heroine would get one of the many happy ends available to her, I had the exclusive privilege of having every single route end with me being exiled from the country while my family’s domain was seized. Most people would think I’m screwed! But that wasn’t my style. Facing every situation with optimism was a rule I lived by.
Based on what I’d remembered, my character had a level of magical potential that rivaled the heroine’s. That’s right, magic exists in this world! People here live their lives in comfort thanks to magic. It was what you might call a sword-and-sorcery fantasy world.
Which means... All I have to do is hone my talent for magic like crazy so I can strike back against my fated bad end!
My past-life knowledge was going to help. I’d turned into a bit of a military geek; I more or less understood the workings of armor-piercing shells capable of destroying an enemy’s armored tanks, the principles that kept fighter jets up in the air, and the mechanisms behind guided missiles that would never miss a target.
As far as I knew, no such magic or weapons had been invented in this world yet. This was a sword-and-sorcery fantasy world, after all.
Which means... I’ll develop my magical talents rapidly and fuse this world’s half-baked magic with modern weapon technology! I’ll burn through so much ammo—uh, I mean, I’m gonna burn through all my enemies! Then I can just smash my way through whatever bad end is waiting for me!
All right! This feels like an awesome plan! Everyone in agreement, please raise your hand!
I agree!
Agreed!
Agreed!
The motion has passed with unanimous approval from the council of Astrid’s brain.
And that’s how I set my life goals at the age of four. First, I’d train tirelessly to develop my magical talents. Second, I’d find a way to fuse this world’s magic with modern weapon technology. Third, I’d avoid doing anything that might lead to a bad end. And fourth, I’d acquire and accumulate enough skills to ensure that I’d be fine even if my family’s domain were seized.
If I can just manage those things, I’ll be just fine, without a doubt!
On the day I had these thoughts, I began to burn with a hunger for knowledge, so much so that I made myself ill. My parents panicked and called for a healer who tried to cure me, but there was no erasing the memories that had suddenly returned to my tiny brain.
My fever persisted for seven days...but then I awoke filled with new determination!
No matter what happens, I’m not accepting the bad end fate has in store for me! I’ll use all the firepower at my disposal to smash my way through any bad end that could be waiting for me! I am not the pitiful Astrid from the game! This is no time for sleep, Gadermann! Your magic training starts today!
What? My magic training doesn’t start until I enter the academy? I can’t wait that long! Father!
Chapter 2 — Lady Villainess Gets a Home Tutor
I, Astrid Sophie von Oldenburg, was just four years old. However, my level of determination wasn’t your average four-year-old’s.
I wanna learn magic no matter what! I wanna train! I wanna fight my destruction!
Father. Father.
I knocked on the door to father’s study.
What is it, Astrid?
Father! I have a request!
I showed father my most angelic smile. I’d planned to get my way using my innocent charm.
That’s right, a cute smile from his adorable four-year-old daughter was enough to knock my father down with a single blow. I gave father my most angelic-looking demonic smile while making sure not to give away any hint of my devious thoughts.
My father’s name was Paul Hans von Oldenburg. He was a noble among nobles; in addition to being the duke of Oldenburg, he was also serving as the current Minister of Posts. Being his daughter made me rather proud too.
And to think the country would be willing to drive out this great man because the heroine got bullied a teensy bit! If they weren’t careful, my father could command his soldiers to rise up and start a civil war; father had many friends among the powerful nobles, and the country was still reliant on the forces commanded by various lords even now. But questioning the game’s plot would get me nowhere!
Father, I’d like more than anything to start studying and training in magic!
Astrid... We’ve talked about this. Both your study and training can wait until you’ve enrolled at the academy. Until then, you can focus on learning proper etiquette.
Ugh. My angelic smile didn’t work.
Father was insistent that I’d start learning magic at the academy. Reading between the lines, he was telling me that I needed to learn proper etiquette before starting at the academy so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself as a noble. But I wasn’t about to give up that easily.
Father, there are three good reasons to have me study magic.
And they are?
Firstly,
I held up three fingers and spoke as though I were selling a cellphone contract, it is true that I should diligently study etiquette to avoid embarrassing myself at the academy, but would it not be embarrassing if my grades were poor despite my good manners? It is important for me to start studying now to avoid embarrassment at the academy. This is one reason.
"Well...that is true," father agreed.
If I had more knowledge of magic than my classmates before starting my education, my grades would almost certainly be excellent. I’d gain the respect of the children of other nobles, and then rumors of me would spread to their parents, which would increase your standing with the palace, father. That’s another reason.
I see. It sounds as though you want to study magic for my sake. Astrid, I’m happy that you’re so thoughtful.
Heh heh. That’s me, a master of the art of persuasion. One more push should do it.
And I have one more reason. I’m sure you realize that I have potential as a mage.
Yes, we did gauge your mana at birth.
It was customary in this world to measure the mana of newborn babies the moment they stopped crying. I had an unprecedented level of mana, and my parents agreed that their daughter had a bright future ahead of her.
If I start honing this magical potential now, I wouldn’t just become a court mage; I could become a grand mage. I could become powerful enough to save the whole country in times of crisis. I could recreate flechettes and tear our enemies to... I mean, if a member of the imperial family fell ill or was wounded, I might be the one to heal them, and then your family’s renown would reach new heights.
I thought I heard you say something rather disturbing just now.
Just your imagination.
Whoops, almost spilled the beans on my real goals.
In any case, these are the three advantages to having me learn magic. What do you say?
I asked father with the same angelic smile.
Very well. However, your studies in magic can wait until your specialist teacher arrives. You’ll be patient until then. You possess an incredibly high amount of mana. If you’re not supervised you might injure yourself, or worse.
Yes, father! Very well, father! I love you!
Phew. That’s one obstacle overcome.
Father promised that he’d find me a teacher right away, and I could hardly wait.
....
My name is Wolff von Wrangel, and I’ve been appointed as your magic tutor. It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Astrid.
The honor is all mine.
The teacher who finally arrived was a young man who’d completed his doctoral studies at the Holy Satanachia Academy of Sorcery and was now earning a living working as a home tutor when he wasn’t too busy with his research. His young age made me worry a little, but I knew that anyone