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.

I ended up falling asleep partway through the festival, but it seems the villagers continued drinking and dancing well into the night.

I didn’t manage to do much, but it makes me a little happy to know that they enjoyed themselves.

With the Harvest Festival over, temperatures will soon drop as we head into winter. However, farm work isn’t done just yet. There are still winter vegetables like spinach, potatoes, and beets to harvest, and I’ll need to tend to the autumn-sown rye and garlic. This means the skeletons will be busy for a while longer.

Since I can’t help with those tasks, I decided to focus on something I can do: shopping.

I’m planning to head to Clarinton for some supplies.

While it’s great that the number of skeletons has increased, it seems they’re still using stone tools, which must be quite tough for them. Surely iron tools would be much better.

“Marie.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“I’ve decided to go to Clarinton after all.”

“…Didn’t you say you were going to build the road?”

“Well, after thinking it over, it might be faster to buy what we need in Clarinton. Plus, it might be easier for the skeletons to work with proper iron shovels and tools.”

“That’s true…”

“So, I’m thinking of taking some furs to sell in Clarinton. With my noble privilege, I should be able to enter for free.”

“…Understood.”

“And I’d like you to come along. Who else do you think we should take?”

“Well, for the furs, perhaps Tony the furrier. And for buying tools, Harold the carpenter might be a good choice.”

“Sounds good.”

“And for guards…”

“If we’re avoiding former thieves… Is there anyone?”

“I believe there is one. A member of the militia who survived a goblin raid. His name is… Patrick, I think. He’s a very young man.”

“Alright. Then I’ll ask him to join us.”

And so, we planned our trip to Clarinton.

Three days later, we gathered in the central square to head to Clarinton. In addition to our planned members, we also brought three goblin skeletons.

“Alright everyone, let’s do our best.”

“Yes! Leave it to me! Princess! I’ll give it my all!”

Patrick, the sixteen-year-old from Scarletford, responded enthusiastically. Despite his youth, his face bore a large scar, a memento from a goblin attack before we arrived.

“Yeah. I’m counting on you.”

“Absolutely!”

“And Tony and Harold too.”

“Understood.”

“Yes.”

Tony and Harold nodded with a look of nervousness.

Marie and I climbed into the cart.

“Let’s go then.”

“Yes!”

Patrick responded loudly, but then…

*Baaah!*

The ox pulling the cart made a slow, relaxed sound.

“Pfft.”

“Ahaha.”

The tense atmosphere immediately relaxed.

“It’s like the ox is telling us not to be so nervous.”

“Haha, that’s right.”

Patrick also eased up, signaling the ox to move forward. The ox began to walk slowly.

And so, we set off for Clarinton.

Despite being attacked by monsters a few times along the way, we reached a point where we could see the town of Clarinton after five days. It took much longer compared to the two-day journey by carriage from Scarletford, as the ox and cart were much slower.

“My Lady! Amazing! That’s Clarinton! Look at those high stone walls!”

Patrick was excitedly taking in the sight of a town outside of Scarletford for the first time.

“Yes, it’s to protect the townspeople from the monsters in the cursed forest.”

“I see!”

“Someday, Scarletford will have walls like that too.”

“Really!?”

“Yep.”

As we chatted, we approached the main gate on the south side of the town. To avoid unwanted attention, we had hidden the skeletons in the forest.

Now, where’s the gate for nobles… Ah, over there.

“Patrick, head toward the gate without the line.”

“Understood!”

We bypassed the line and headed toward the gate reserved for nobles. As we approached…

“Hey! This gate is for nobles only! Commoners should line up over there!”

With a maid in a dress, a suspicious eight-year-old child in a silk outfit with her hair hidden under a veil, and attendants who looked like farmers, it was no wonder the gatekeepers tried to shoo us away.

“This young lady is Olivia, Baroness of Scarletford! Are you suggesting that a baroness, granted a title by the king himself, isn’t a noble?”

““Eh!?””

Marie immediately protested, her face showing concern, which caused the gatekeepers to look troubled.

“Good day. I am Olivia, Baroness of Scarletford. Please take a look at this.”

I spoke in the most refined tone I could manage and showed them the proof of my title. The gatekeepers, though skeptical, examined the document.

“…Huh. Is this… real?”

“It looks real…”

“If we don’t let her through, it could be a problem.”

“It could be an offense…”

“W-Well, I suppose we should let her through.”

“Ah! We’ve confirmed it! Baroness of Scarletford! We deeply apologize for the oversight!”

The gatekeepers opened the gate, and I received my document back with a smile.

Thus, we entered the town of Clarinton.