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 months had passed since the opening of the Scarletford Road. The monsters around the area had been completely exterminated, turning into meat, pelts, and skeletons.

What? Shouldn’t I have done this right away instead of reinforcing the camps?

…Yeah, I think so too.

But, you know, I didn’t expect things to wrap up so quickly.

There was all the hardship Scarletford faced before I arrived, and even after I came, we almost had a disaster when goblins attacked. Plus, in Bitterley, they built such high walls to keep out the monsters, and Count Lazlo became a hero with a statue erected in his honor for his efforts.

Who would have thought it would all end so easily, right?

As for how we did it—it was simple brute force.

We deployed a large number of bird skeletons and other skeletons in one place, and whenever they found a monster, either I or one of the bears would go in and wipe them out. We repeated this nonstop for three months.

There might still be more monsters coming from deep within the forest, but I’ve stationed surveillance skeletons all throughout the forest, so we’ll be able to detect any movement.

The watch duty is handled by skeletons made from giant rats, horned rabbits, and any small animals like field mice that sneak in to steal our grain, all of which don’t get much use in construction.

What? What did I name the skeletons made from field mice?

Haha, well, I got tired of it, so I stopped naming them.

After all, just the monster skeletons alone have already surpassed a thousand. I can’t even tell them apart without name tags, and I’m not going to bother putting name tags on all the small animal skeletons.

Anyway, speaking of which, the first merchant from Bitterley arrived using the now-safe road.

“Baroness Scarletford, it’s an honor to meet you. I am Tom McConnell of the Sumner Trading Company.”

The man who greeted me was not the chairman I mentioned before. He was quite young, probably still in his teens.

“Welcome. I am Olivia, Baroness of Scarletford. How is the chairman?”

“Yes! I brought a gift from Chairman John! Please accept it.”

Tom handed over a small, neatly wrapped box.

“Thank you. I’ll accept it gratefully. Will, put it on the desk over there.”

“Right.”

Will took the box from Tom.

“Tom, how long will you be staying?”

“About three days. During that time, I would like to set up a shop. May I have your permission?”

“Yes, as long as it’s in the central square in front of this house and doesn’t obstruct traffic, that’s fine.”

“I’m very grateful!”

Tom bowed deeply in gratitude.

After exchanging a few more words, Tom left. Watching him go, I called out to Will.

“Will, open that box. What’s inside?”

“Right.”

Will tore the wrapping off carelessly and took out the contents.

“Huh? What is this? It just looks like cloth.”

Will pinched the material and lifted it. It was a smooth, glossy, pure white fabric that hung down.

“Ah, that’s silk. It’s a decent gift for a woman.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. I’ll make a handkerchief out of it since it’s here.”

“So, should I take it to Bella?”

“Yes, please.”

“Got it.”

I watched Will as he left with the box, then muttered softly.

“Sigh… Honestly, I can’t let my guard down. How troublesome.”

Oh, by the way, according to Marie, if a woman turns fabric gifted by a man into something wearable like clothes or a shawl, it means, ‘I accept your affection.’

So, by turning it into a consumable like a handkerchief, I’m drawing a line, saying, ‘I accept your gift, but I expect nothing more from you.’

Meanwhile, at a mansion in the royal capital of Ludinham, a group of wealthy-looking women were elegantly enjoying a tea party on the terrace.

“Have you heard? About that rumor.”

“Oh? Which rumor?”

“You know, the one that’s been going around lately.”

“Oh, that one. About how the Marquis of Southbury murdered his young daughter?”

“Yes, that’s the one. How horrifying.”

“Is it really true…? I can hardly believe it. They say the girl was still at such a tender age.”

“Yes, but everyone is saying it happened.”

“That may be true, but still…”

“Oh, I heard a new rumor today.”

“What?”

“They say the Marquis of Southbury deceived His Majesty to cover up the crime of killing his daughter.”

“What!? He deceived His Majesty!?”

“What do you mean?”

“Apparently, he told His Majesty that he wanted to pass on a barony to his daughter, and had him sign the inheritance papers.”

“My goodness! To deceive the King like that—how treacherous!”

“It’s unbelievable, isn’t it?”

“He always had a bad reputation, but to go that far…”

“But why is His Majesty allowing such a scoundrel to roam free?”

“That is… a mystery, indeed.”

One of the women, who seemed strong-willed, suddenly had a revelation.

“Oh? What’s the matter?”

“Could it be that His Majesty has some weakness the Marquis is exploiting?”

“What!? Really?”

“Of course, this is just a guess.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“But it does make sense, doesn’t it? His Majesty is known for being just and fair, so it’s hard to imagine him overlooking such a vile act.”

“That is true, but…”

“Then I’ll ask my husband about it next time.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea. Your husband has access to the palace, after all.”

“Yes, I’ll find out. But if any of you learn anything, please do let me know.”

“Of course.”