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.

Three days later, we arrived at Scarletford.

By the way, I introduced the goblin skeletons to the women as soon as we entered the forest. Contrary to my expectations, they were only slightly surprised and had no further reaction.

There are a few reasons for this. It seems that unlike zombies and evil spirits, skeletons are not considered unclean by the Light God Church, which is the biggest reason. Additionally, since they are pitch black, they don’t really look like bones, and the fact that their original forms are unrecognizable also makes them less repulsive.

But enough about that. We arrived at the central square, where Will and the others immediately approached us.

“Lady!”

“Ah! Will, we’re back. How has everything been while we were away? Anything happen?”

“No, not particularly… But, um, who is that stunningly beautiful person over there?”

Will’s excited gaze was fixed on Anna, who was sitting at the driver’s seat.

“That’s Anna. We had some issues in Clarington, so we borrowed the carriage from her.”

However, Will’s eyes remained on Anna.

“Oh! Will, Anna is a married woman, you know.”

“Ah… A married woman…”

Will visibly looked disappointed.

“Well, that’s how it is, so give up.”

“Got it…”

Will replied and then seemed to shift his focus immediately.

“So, how did the farm tool purchase go?”

“Well, actually…”

I explained that we had been barred from entering due to Bolta’s actions.

“What!? That bastard! He set fire to the water mill and now this!”

“Well, we did get some new residents and brought a blacksmith along.”

“Really!? What’s that about?”

“Yeah, actually…”

I explained that Bolta had also gotten involved in slave trading.

“Slave trading!? And he even killed someone’s husband to do it!? Wow…”

It was a bit strange for Will, who used to be a thief, to react this way. I guess Will and the others weren’t inherently evil but had resorted to thievery out of necessity.

The evidence being that since coming here, he hasn’t been involved in any wrongdoing.

“So, anyway, I brought along the family who was kidnapped and about to be sold.”

“How many people are there?”

“About eighteen.”

“That many!?”

“Yeah. There was quite a good harvest, right? And with the skeletons working, we have enough hands.”

“That’s true, but…”

“If it’s not enough, we can increase the number of hunting trips.”

“Really? Well, it’s nice to have meat…”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it planned out.”

“Okay…”

“So, I’ll go register the immigrants as residents for now. Will, please inform the militia and have them guide the newcomers once I’m done.”

“Got it.”

Thus, we returned to our home after a long absence.

“Miss, this is the last one.”

“Okay.”

I signed off on the resident registration form handed to me by Marie.

“Alright. Now everyone is officially a resident of our village. Please get along with everyone and live cooperatively.”

“Thank you very much!”

The beautiful women thanked me all at once.

“Now, as for the housing, there should be some vacant houses available. For now, you can stay there. It might be cramped, but feel free to choose one house for four people. I plan to build new houses by winter.”

“Really!? You’ll build us houses!?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Thank you very much!”

“And regarding Walter’s blacksmith shop…”

“Yes?”

“Actually, our village doesn’t have the facilities for it. So, we’ll be building it from scratch. Could you decide how you’d like it to be set up?”

“Really!? Is that alright!?”

“Yes. Most of our men can do carpentry, so I think they’ll be able to build it as explained. If there are any misunderstandings or special requirements, feel free to consult me.”

“Thank you very much, Baroness!”

“And Anna…”

“Yes?”

“For now, we should focus on treating your husband’s injuries. Once he’s better, I’d like him to help out as our merchant. Of course, we’ll return the carriage, so he can use it.”

“Ah! Thank you so much!”

“Well, the militia men are probably waiting, so please have them guide you.”

“Yes.”

With that, we completed all the formalities for the immigrants.

“Phew.”

“Miss, you must be tired.”

“Yes, but this is just the beginning.”

“…Indeed.”

“For now, we need to block the road to Clarington. They might hold a grudge against us.”

“With all due respect, would commoners directly confront a noble? There were no nobles involved, correct?”

“That’s true…”

“But Miss, you demonstrated your magic when you saved them, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Then, it’s unlikely they’ll attack us, isn’t it?”

“Maybe. What if knights come? We did interfere with their commercial dealings.”

“…Understood. Shall we proceed with demolishing the bridge?”

The bridge in question is a small wooden one spanning a stream that marks the boundary between the Scarletford Barony and the Southberry Marquisate.

“Yes. For now, let’s demolish the bridge and put up a no-entry sign.”

“Understood. But what about trade? Demolishing the bridge will cut off not only Clarington but also trade with other towns…”

“Yes, it will be impossible. So, we’ll need to create an alternative trade route through the Demon Forest.”

“But the Demon Forest…”

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“I think we probably won’t be able to trade even with Clarington or other towns in the Southberry Marquisate.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Think about it. Bolta is not even the top leader of that trading company or Clarinton, right?”

“Yes, it seems so.”

“Then, it’s odd that someone of such low rank can openly engage in slave trading, which is forbidden by the king. They would be executed if caught.”

“…”

“So, it means the Marquis of Southberry is likely providing covert support.”

“Yes…”

“And if that’s the case, then our bad reputation might have spread to other towns. Also, it’s probably known that we were the ones who helped them escape. What do you think would happen if that’s the case?”

“Indeed, as you say, My Lady.”

“So, we need to develop an alternative route that doesn’t pass through the Southberry Marquisate.”

“…That might be true. But how? There’s no known route through the Demon Forest.”

“Hmm, that’s the issue. But considering we’re protruding into the Demon Forest here, maybe heading southwest or northeast could lead us to another territory?”

“That’s possible, but how far would it be…”

“Hmm, don’t we have maps or something?”

“Maps are classified information, so they’re not easily accessible.”

“I see. Then, I guess we’ll need to start by creating a map. We’ll need it anyway, so let’s get that done before winter.”

And so, I decided that our next goal would be to create a map.