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.

The next day, while passing the time practicing embroidery after breakfast, Simon and Anna arrived.

“Oh, good morning, you two.”

“Good morning, my lady.”

“Yeah, so, what did you decide?”

Simon and Anna nodded at each other before Simon spoke with a serious expression.

“We’d like to accept the offer to establish the trading company. After all, we owe our lives to you, my lady. If you hadn’t saved me that day, I would have died. And my wife would have been sold to a brothel as a slave. Our lives have belonged to you from the start.”

“Ah, well…”

I didn’t realize they were taking it so seriously.

“At first, I was a bit shocked, thinking you didn’t trust us, but after considering it, I realized that this oath you mentioned would make betrayal impossible, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So, we would like to take the offer. Last night, the two of us talked it over and realized that it’s actually in our best interest.”

Huh? Really? Most people would hate the idea, though…

“So, please, we’re in!”

“Please accept us.”

Simon and Anna knelt before me.

Hmm? I’m not entirely sure I understand, but okay. Marie did say it was the right thing to do.

“Got it. Then, let’s start with Simon.”

I unfolded the oath magic circle before Simon.

“I, Simon, swear never to betray Lady Olivia and to faithfully carry out my duties.”

The magic circle absorbed into Simon.

“Looking forward to working with you, Simon.”

Anna made the same oath afterward.

“Alright, shall we name it Chapman Trading Company?”

Typically, trading companies are named after the founder’s family or the goods they handle. However, when a noble finances the company, they use the head of the company’s name instead. This is because nobles are considered too dignified to be directly involved in moneymaking—such a trivial matter.

But in the end, a trading company is about making money, so I don’t see the difference. Yet nobles seem to care a lot about appearances.

“Yes, please call it Chapman Trading Company.”

“And who will be the head of the company?”

“That will be me.”

“Okay. Then, head of the company, I’m counting on you.”

“Y-Yes!”

Simon straightened his back and answered a little nervously, seemingly unused to the title.

“Alright, first thing, let’s discuss the skeleton rentals.”

“Yes.”

“As you know, Bitterley is excluded.”

“Yes, we’ve already lent them to the Howard family.”

“Right. Now, I’d like the same amount of money to go to the territory whenever we rent one out. What’s the best way to do that?”

“…In that case, I think it would work for Chapman Trading Company to rent each skeleton for a gold coin, then sublease them.”

“Oh, I see. That way, outsiders would only see Chapman Trading Company.”

“Yes.”

“Then, let’s go with that.”

“Are there any restrictions on who we rent to?”

“Hm, I haven’t really thought about it, but I assume you already know—no thieves or shady groups like the Tarclay Trading Company.”

“Understood. Anything else?”

“No, just do business as you see fit. You can hire people if you need to, and I’ll provide the startup capital. Will 20 gold coins be enough?”

“T-Twenty gold coins!? That’s an enormous sum…”

“Yeah, but you’ll need it for things like opening branches and stocking goods, right?”

“That’s true. We might set up an office in Bitterley, though it’s too soon for branches.”

“Got it. I don’t know much about this, so I’ll leave it to you.”

And so, Scarletford’s first trading company, Chapman Trading Company, was established.

In a high-end café in Ruddingham, the usual group of women, including the young mistress of Albright Trading Company, arrived early in the morning despite it still being before noon.

They seated themselves on the terrace and ordered the finest tea set available.

“What’s the occasion? An early tea party right after yesterday’s?”

“Did you find out something?”

“Yes, I consulted with the priest at the church yesterday.”

“My, really? What did the priest say?”

“He suggested that there might be a demon possessing someone.”

“No way!”

“The Earl of Southbury!?”

“How frightening.”

Since they were the only customers, they spoke loudly, exchanging gossip.

“If a demon is possessing him, that makes sense.”

“Yes, and how wise of the priest to recognize it so quickly from just hearing the story.”

“Indeed.”

“So, what else did the priest say?”

“That the Earl of Southbury will surely be punished by God.”

“The Earl will face divine punishment…”

“Well, if he’s possessed, it’s inevitable.”

“Indeed.”

“If that happens, the Southbury lands might become chaotic.”

“Yes, I’ll need to warn my friends to be careful.”

“I’ll make sure to tell my husband as well.”

The women continued their gossip.