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.

Upon descending into the basement, we found a single candle flickering, with two thug-like men wielding swords standing as if on guard.

“Huh? What’s this? You guys!”

“Ah! That’s her! She’s the one who kidnapped our wife and daughter!”

“Ah! You! You’re Walter the blacksmith! You came to retrieve your woman and kid, didn’t you!”

The men drew their swords, so I immediately bound their souls.

“What!?”

“W-What’s happening!? My body…”

“Hey! Where did you take the two of them?”

“Ugh…”

“Speak!”

Despite his injuries, Walter pressed the men fiercely.

“Walter, calm down. If you make a noise, the others might notice.”

“Ah! …Sorry.”

“Alright then. So, gentlemen, where did you take this man’s wife and daughter? If you answer honestly, we won’t harm you.”

“Hah! This kid thinks she can mess with Black Morris!?”

“No, I just want to negotiate peacefully. So, will you tell us or not?”

“Che!”

Looks like peaceful negotiation isn’t working. If they don’t seem to have any magical power, then I should be able to do this.

“I don’t like doing this, but… let’s have you experience death once.”

“Huh? What are you saying, kid? Are you out of your mind—”

I cast a spell on the man Walter identified as the perpetrator. He slumped immediately.

Phew, it seems successful.

This is a specialty technique of Olivia, the villainess. It’s a magic that intervenes with the soul of someone with lower magic power and makes them dream of their most painful death. In this case, he’s seeing the worst way to die imaginable.

I hope he wakes up properly after this…

“Wha!? Hey! What happened!”

“U-uah, ugh… cough! Ha… ha… ha…”

The man’s eyes shot open, his face pale and dripping with sweat as he gasped for air.

“…Huh? I’m alive?”

“How is it, sir? Are you willing to tell us now?”

“Eh? Ah… You must be…”

“So, will you tell us? Or should I make you experience death again?”

The man seemed hesitant but kept silent.

“Alright, then, another round.”

I cast the spell again. The man slumped and then opened his eyes wide once more.

“U-uhhhhh…”

“So? Will you tell us now?”

“I-I’ll tell you! Just please stop!”

“Alright.”

“The woman and child are in the back room! The third room on the right! The key is with Chad, the big guy in the room at the very end on the third floor! He’s bald, so you’ll recognize him easily.”

“Hey! Why are you blabbing so much!”

“Shut up.”

I intervened with the man’s soul to knock him unconscious.

“So, what kind of place is this?”

“This place is where we keep the women we plan to sell.”

“How many people are here?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hmm? Then, one more time—”

“Hii!? Anything but that!”

“How many people are here?”

“A-about twenty to thirty. But we usually find buyers within a few weeks, and if no buyers are found, they’re sent somewhere else, so I don’t know. I’ve told you the truth! So please, spare me!”

“I see. How many of your people are on the upper floors? Are all the residents of the building your allies?”

“N-No, not all. Only the four rooms at the back on the third floor and the second room from the entrance on the first floor are occupied by our members.”

“Really?”

“Really! If all of us were here, the entrance door would be locked from the inside.”

“That makes sense. So, how many members are there? Per room?”

“There are two on the first floor, and on the third floor, each room has one person.”

“I see. Then, lead me to Chad’s room on the third floor and have him open the door.”

“Eh…”

“Then—”

“Ah! I-I’ll do it! I’ll do it, so please!”

Thus, I coerced the man into guiding us to Chad’s room.

“Chad!”

“Hm? Peter? What’s up?”

“Hey. I have a report, but we can’t talk here. Can you open up?”

“Sure.”

With a heavy clunk, the large wooden door creaked open, revealing a massive figure inside.

A muscular build, scars on his face, and a menacing glare. His attire only added to his villainous appearance.

Ah, but considering he’s involved in human trafficking, he fits the description of a bad guy perfectly.

I swiftly put Chad to sleep.

“Where’s the key?”

“Th-This way.”

We entered Chad’s room. It seemed he had been enjoying a drink alone, with a half-finished glass of wine and some cheese on the table illuminated by the lamp.

Candles and lamps… How can they indulge like this while trafficking people?

But right now, saving Walter’s family is the priority.

Suppressing my irritation, I headed to the back room, and Peter opened a drawer to reveal a set of keys.

“Here.”

“Alright. Let’s head back to the basement.”

With that, we left Chad’s room and returned to the basement.

“Which room are the kidnapped people in? That one is different, right?”

I pointed to the door where I sensed the skeleton.

“Huh? Ah, yes. There’s a strange person from our group in that room, but… Ah! Could it be that they—”

“Forget that. How about it?”

“Y-Yes! All the rooms except that one are where the women for sale are kept.”

“Got it. Then, you can sleep now.”

I put Peter to sleep as well and made my way to the room where the women were supposedly locked up, carrying the bundle of keys.