Exiled Young Girl’s Territory Development Record: The Result of the Villainous Young Lady Who Was Exiled Before the Scenario Began and Did Whatever She Wanted for the People.

In the spirit of “time is of the essence,” I quickly headed to Harold’s workshop.

“Oh, Your My Lady. What brings you here?” Harold greeted.

“Well, actually—”

I proceeded to explain the situation.

“I see. Understood. I haven’t done it before, but I’ll give it a try.”

“Great. If needed, you can borrow the goblin skeleton too.”

“Thank you. I’ll go and take a look right away.”

“Okay. Thanks!”

With that, I entrusted Harold with the watermill issue and returned home to tackle some paperwork.

Later that evening, Harold visited my office.

“Harold, how did it go?”

“Yes. The main components are intact, so it should be usable once we replace the base and wheel parts.”

“Really? That’s great to hear!”

“I’ll start the repairs first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Got it! Thanks a lot!”

“Yes. Well then, I’ll be working on the parts now.”

With that, Harold left my office.

“Marie, Harold said he can fix it.”

“I should have avoided involving the merchant guild from the start. It was an unnecessary complication…”

“No, it’s fine. Besides, we’ve learned that they’re a shady business. We’ll call a different guild next time.”

“Yes.”

We both sighed with relief.

That night, Volta sat on a shabby bed in an empty house provided by Olivia for accommodation, puffing on a cigarette. At that moment, a flustered subordinate rushed in.

“Volta-san! This is bad!”

“Huh? What’s the matter, James?”

“Apparently, that little brat is planning to have the village carpenter fix the watermill.”

“Eh!?”

“The serfs were gossiping. They said the carpenter could fix it.”

“Tch.”

Volta clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“If this goes on, the plan to bury them in debt and strip their title will be ruined. What should we do?”

“Hmmm…”

Volta folded his arms and started fidgeting with his index finger. He then uncrossed his arms and pulled the pipe from his mouth.

He exhaled a puff of white smoke through his nose.

“Hey. Have a smoke too.”

“Eh? Are you sure!?”

“Yeah. You must be tired from dealing with the filthy serfs, right?”

“Thank you!”

“The pipe and tobacco are in that box.”

“Yes!”

“The leaves are in that case.”

“Yes!”

“Oh, and I’ll lend you the fire starter too.”

Volta handed over a small red stone.

“Is that okay!?”

“Of course.”

James, deeply moved by Volta’s gesture, took the smoking tools and headed outside.

“By the way, why don’t you try smoking near the watermill? The sound of the water should make it pleasant.”

“Eh?”

“I said, smoking near the watermill will be nice.”

James’s expression froze at those words.

“What’s wrong?”

“Volta-san, does that mean…?”

“What? Don’t you want the tobacco?”

“Um…”

Seeing James hesitate, Volta sighed heavily.

“By the way, how many months pregnant is your wife now? If you collapse from exhaustion without resting, what will become of your child without a father? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility as a parent?”

Volta glared at James with a chilling look. James face paled and quickly nodded.

“Y-yes! I’ll do it! I’ll make sure to get it done!”

Volta then resumed his cheerful demeanor.

“Really? Well, I don’t know exactly what you’ll do, but make sure to take care of yourself for your family’s sake. Oh, and by the way, the moon will set quite late tonight. You understand that, right?”

Volta glared at James again with cold eyes.

“Y-yes!”

James answered with a stiff expression, taking the smoking tools and heading outside.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed with the sunrise when a panicked Will rushed in.

“Princess! Princess! It’s a disaster!”

“Eh? Will!? What’s going on so early in the morning?”

“I’m sorry! But it’s serious! There’s a fire!”

“What? A fire!?”

“Yes! The watermill is burning!”

“Eh!? Got it! I’m heading there right away!”

I quickly got dressed and rushed to the watermill.

The watermill was crackling and burning fiercely, with the town’s militia already working to put out the fire by fetching water from the river.

However, the amount of water they were using was far too little compared to the intensity of the fire.

“Marie…”

“Yes! I’ll help too!”

Marie rushed to the watermill.

“I’ll assist with magic. Spirits of water, heed my call and become a stream of water!”

A shimmering light emanated from Marie. The next moment, water from the canal rose and poured down onto the blazing watermill.

That was water spirit magic. Spirit magic requires the assistance of a spirit to cast, and only the spirits one has contracted with can be called upon.

Yet even with such spirit magic, the fire did not extinguish.

“One more time!”

Marie used her magic again to douse the watermill with water. The flames were significantly reduced, but the fire was not completely out.

Marie, meanwhile, was already breathing heavily.

Although it might seem that she should be able to do more, it was understandable given that Marie’s magical strength was weak.

This is because magical power and affinity for elements are inherited from one’s parents. Marie’s father is a noble, but her mother, who is a commoner, had no magical power. Thus, Marie’s magical strength is quite weak due to her mother’s influence.

Incidentally, Marie’s relationship with her father was not very good, and she apparently became my nurse after being expelled.

“Everyone! Don’t leave it all to Marie! Help with the water!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The militia hurriedly resumed the firefighting efforts in response to my command.

However, their movements were chaotic, and they even spilled water while bumping into each other.

“Everyone! We need to form a bucket brigade! Line up!”

“Huh!?”

“Princess, what’s that?”

“Okay, a bucket brigade is—”

I explained the method to Will and the others.

“Oh! I see! As expected of the princess! Alright, everyone, follow the princess’s instructions!”

“Yes!”

Thus, Will and the others lined up in a row and began the bucket brigade.