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.

We slipped through the darkness of the night and arrived at Anna’s house. As soon as we entered the house, we saw signs of a struggle and a large pool of blood, with bloodstains leading further inside.

Wait… Bloodstains!?

“Anna! Look at this!”

“Yes?”

“Let’s follow the bloodstains! There might be a chance!”

I hurried forward, passing through a partially open door. There, I found a man lying face down on the floor.

I rushed over to him and checked his neck.

“He’s alive!”

“Eh?”

“Anna! He’s still alive! He’s still breathing!”

“Ah, you? You!”

Anna, in a state of panic, rushed to the man and tried to wake him. I quickly stopped her.

“Anna, no! Don’t shake him!”

“Eh?”

“Patrick, carefully turn him onto his back. He might have a sword wound in his stomach, but don’t remove it under any circumstances!”

“Eh?”

“Just do it! If the wound opens up, it will be fatal!”

“Y-Yes.”

Patrick slowly lifted the man and turned him onto his back.

Just as I suspected!

The man had a dagger embedded deep in his stomach. It was buried so deeply that the wound seemed quite severe, but the fact that he was still alive likely means that vital organs might have been miraculously spared.

“Anna, do you know of any doctors who can see him at this time?”

“Eh? In this town, there’s no doctor who will see commoners like us. The only thing we can do is go to the church in the morning for prayers…”

“I see. Well, it’s a gamble now. Anna, can you sew?”

“I’m not very skilled…”

“Alright. Do you have clean cloths?”

“Yes.”

“Get as many as you can. Also, needles and thread.”

“Yes.”

Anna ran to the back and quickly brought a large amount of white cloth, along with needles and thread.

“Okay, when we remove the dagger, there will probably be a lot of bleeding. So, I’ll sew up the wound. Then wrap it tightly with the cloth. Got it? Make sure to wrap it tightly so the wound doesn’t reopen.”

“Understood.”

“Patrick, help too! Do it as tightly and forcefully as possible!”

“Yes!”

“Alright, let’s begin.”

I threaded the needle and prepared for stitching. Although I lacked the knowledge and skills, I had learned from a nurse during my previous life about basic stitching techniques.

Even if an amateur like me does it, it’s better than doing nothing, right?

“Here we go.”

I pulled out the dagger and used dark holy magic to purify the bacteria around the wound.

Blood gushed out from the wound, so I started stitching it up. It was my first time doing something like this, but as a noblewoman, I was skilled with a needle due to embroidery.

It must be incredibly painful without anesthesia… At least he’s unconscious, which is a blessing?

“I’m done! Wrap the cloth around it! Tight!”

“Yes!”

Patrick and Anna wrapped the cloth tightly around the wound, and Patrick finished by tying a tight knot.

The blood was seeping through… I hope it’s okay. I hope he’ll be alright…

“I’ve done what I can. Now, we have to move him… but we can’t just leave him here. Let’s transport him as quietly as possible. Where’s the wagon?”

“Yes, this way.”

Guided by Anna, we went to the back of the house where the wagon was parked. The horse was properly tethered in the stable.

“Great, it’s still here. Patrick, lay him down in the wagon’s cargo area.”

“Yes.”

“Be gentle so the wound doesn’t open.”

“Yes!”

“I’ll help too.”

We placed Anna’s husband in the wagon’s cargo area and immediately set off.

We visited the other rescued women’s houses, but unfortunately, it was too late for them all.

As dawn approached in the east, we arrived at the main gate.

We headed towards the noble’s gate but were immediately stopped with a harsh tone.

“Hey! This gate is for nobles only! Commoners are—”

“Oh? You’re the one who referred to me as a commoner before, aren’t you? What’s the meaning of this?”

The combination of a covered wagon and an ox-drawn cart did make it look like a traveling merchant’s vehicle, though.

“Eh? Oh! Well… Baroness.”

“Yes, I am Baroness Olivia Scarletford. This wagon and the cart behind it belong to me.”

“Y-Yes. However, it seems that the cargo has increased significantly. If you don’t mind, could we inspect it for any prohibited items?”

“Oh? You, a mere commoner, want to inspect a noble’s, especially a baroness’s, wagon?”

“But…”

“…I’m troubled. If there’s a disrespectful commoner disrupting order, I’ll have to request my father to take action.”

“Eh?”

“Oh, my father is Marquis Adolf Southbury.”

“Eh!? I-I’m so sorry!”

“Then, will you let us through?”

“Of course!”

Thus, we successfully passed through the gate with ease.

Well, it’s unlikely that the old man would have listened to my request, but I didn’t lie.