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.

“Haahhh…”

After receiving Will’s report that Bolta and his men had been expelled, I let out a deep sigh.

“My Lady? What’s wrong?”

“Hmm? Oh, just feeling troubled.”

“Troubled? How so?”

“Well, you see. The only traders who came to Scarletford were those guys, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“So that means there won’t be any traders coming to Scarletford anymore. It’s fine for now, but next year…”

“Oh! Now that you mention it…”

“There’s no blacksmith or kiln in the village.”

“True…”

“So, we’ll have to go buy supplies ourselves, but…”

I glanced over at Will.

“Huh? Oh! I’ll do it!”

“No, you can’t. Will, you’re a former thief, right? We’re pretending you’re serving a sentence here, so you can’t be sent out for errands.”

“Oh! Right…”

“Honestly…”

But having Marie go isn’t an option either…

Marie is the only one in the village who can read, write, and do calculations properly, and besides, there isn’t a decent wagon that can make the round trip to Clarinton.

Using an open cart to transport goods would be like asking for trouble.

“Well, I suppose! Princess, the Harvest Festival is approaching, so let’s think about it after that.”

“Hmm? Ah, yes, you’re right. Will, you’re making a good point.”

“Hehe, really?”

Will rubbed his nose happily.

Yeah, there’s nothing we can do about it right now. Let’s just deal with one problem at a time.

With the help of goblin skeletons for the barley harvest, we managed to complete what would normally be a two-week job in just three days.

The excellent goblin skeletons are adept at harvesting; once they were taught, they performed the task meticulously and even did the gleaning.

However, harvesting the barley is not the end. There are many processes like drying, threshing, and sorting before it reaches our table, and of course, I plan to have the goblin skeletons help with those as well.

I’m not sure if it will work out perfectly, but based on what I’ve heard so far, it seems promising.

That said, it makes me want to secure even more goblin skeletons. However, attacking a goblin horde ourselves carries too much risk, so I’d rather avoid it.

After all, if we picked a fight with a horde that includes a Goblin King, it wouldn’t end well, right?

There was even a Goblin King-related event in Mahoi-ke, so it’s certain they exist in the Dark Forest.

While Scarletford is busy with the harvest, I have my own task to handle.

That task is preparing for the upcoming Harvest Festival next week.

The Harvest Festival is when the lord serves food and drinks to the villagers to thank them for their hard work throughout the year.

“Marie, what should we do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what should we do’?”

“Well, it’s the first Harvest Festival since I became the lord, so I need to come up with various events. I also wanted to buy furs and give presents to the villagers…”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to go that far…”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ve heard that many lords simply provide food and drink, leaving the rest to the villagers. Besides, you’ve greatly improved the lives of the villagers with the skeletons. That alone should be sufficient, don’t you think?”

“Hmmm, is that so…”

“Indeed.”

Marie said that, but there’s also the issue of having banned the trading company.

“But still. Not having the trading company is a problem, right?”

“My Lady? What’s suddenly come over you?”

“Marie, you said the skeletons are helping, but it doesn’t feel like enough.”

“I understand, but…”

“Oh! I’ve got it!”

“What is it? I hope it’s not something troublesome…”

Marie looked at me with a wary expression.

“It’s not like that. If Clarinton is out of the question, how about making a road to another town?”

Marie sighed deeply.

“Eh? Is that not possible?”

“Yes. Please understand, Scarletford, although relatively shallow, is in the Dark Forest. If we were to build a road through a forest teeming with monsters, how would we maintain it?”

“Hmm, oh! I’ve got it!”

“What is it?”

“We’ll build a wall!”

“Build a wall?”

“Yes! Like when we created farmland in the forest, we can dig a moat and surround the area with a wall. That way, the road should be safe!”

“That’s…”

“Come on! Don’t goblin skeletons seem capable of that?”

“…”

“Yes! That’s it! Let’s try it out! We’ll give it a go next time!”

“Alright, then. And what about the preparations for the Harvest Festival?”

“Oh!”

I’d forgotten! We were talking about the Harvest Festival!

“Hmm, okay. Then I’ll bake lots of bread as Marie suggested, and we’ll try catching wild boar to feast on.”

“Yes.”

“Please handle the rest. I’ll go hunting with the skeletons.”

“Wait, Princess! At least take Will with you!”

“Huh? …Oh, yes. You’re right. Okay, I’ll take him.”

And so, I left the preparations to Marie and set out to procure the ingredients.

Having returned to Clarinton after passing through the Dark Forest, Bolta and his group arrived at the Tarkley Trading Company’s warehouse. As soon as the wagon stopped, Edgar addressed Bolta.

“Alright, Bolta. We’ll be delivering the waterwheel parts to Tarclay Trading Company’s warehouse.”

“What!? We’re not planning to sell them here.”

“This high-end waterwheel won’t sell to the kind of customers we deal with. Besides, you’re affiliated with the Southberry Marquis, right? Use your connections to sort it out.”

“But!”

“Our warehouse isn’t as spacious as yours. Besides, the contract was for you to purchase and deliver to the Baron of Scarletford. Our contract is with you, not the Baron. Our duty is to deliver to you, and what happens after is your problem.”

“That’s…”

“If you refuse to accept it, we’ll have to take it to the Commerce Guild. Even the great Tarclay Trading Company can’t ignore a contract.”

“Ugh…”

“Alright then. Please make sure to pay according to the contract.”

Edgar’s group unloaded the large number of parts into the warehouse. Bolta watched them with a look of frustration.