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.

One morning, a few days later, the palace laundry maids were chatting as they washed a large amount of linens.

“Hey, have you heard? About that rumor?”

“Rumor? You mean the one about the marquis possessed by a demon?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. It’s so scary. I heard her father assaulted and killed his own little daughter, someone this small.”

One of the maids gestured to a height around her thigh. Naturally, eight-year-old Olivia was much taller than that.

“They say she was a genius child, too.”

“What? A genius? If a noble’s child is a genius, that means she had incredible magic power, right?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“Then why would they kill such a child? Wouldn’t she have definitely become someone important?”

“Well, it’s just a rumor, but apparently, she was the daughter of his first wife.”

“Really?”

The maids paused their work, their attention now focused on the one speaking.

“Yeah. So maybe he wanted to pass on the title to the child he had with his second wife.”

“But even so, would he really assault such a small child?”

“Well, that’s where the demon possession comes in. People possessed by demons do things normal people wouldn’t.”

“That does make sense.”

“Right? And the priest apparently said that she’s possessed and will definitely face divine punishment.”

“Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s what they say.”

“Then, could it be that something’s going to happen in Southbury…?”

“Maybe. It’s probably best to stay away from there.”

“I’ll write a letter to my parents, telling them that Southbury might be dangerous.”

“Me too.”

As they were talking, an older, stern-looking maid approached them.

“Hey! You girls! Are you done with your work?”
“Ah!”
“We’re working on it!”
“I told you it might rain this afternoon!”
“Got it!”

The maids hurriedly returned to their work.

That afternoon, a sudden downpour hit Rudinham. The traveling merchants in the marketplace rushed to pack up their goods.

“Man, what’s with this rain in this season?”

A merchant grumbled, and the one next to him answered while packing.

“It’s probably because of that demon-possessed person in the country.”
“What!? A demon-possessed person?”
“Don’t you know? It’s a famous story.”
“Never heard of it. What’s going on?”

Even as they packed up, the conversation continued.

“Apparently, the Marquis of Southbury is possessed by a demon. The priest has even predicted divine punishment.”
“What!? Is that for real?”
“Yeah. They say he assaulted his young daughter, then stabbed her multiple times to hide it, and dumped her body in the cursed forest.”
“Ugh…”
“And apparently, the marquis was laughing maniacally, covered in blood when it happened.”

The shocking story caused the merchants to pause their work.

“Hey, your goods are getting wet.”
“Oh, right!”

The man quickly resumed packing.

“But, is that really true?”
“That’s what the priest said. Several customers have mentioned it, and besides, some major trading companies are starting to avoid the Marquis of Southbury’s territory.”
“Major trading companies?”
“Yeah. For example, Hampson Trading.”
“Hampson? The one that deals in sugar?”
“That’s the one. You know they used to use the port at Southport, right?”
“Of course. Southport is the biggest port in the country. You’d be a fool not to use it. It’s got the best facilities and roads.”
“Well, they’re not using it anymore.”
“What? Then, which port are they using?”
“A place called Tailbury, apparently.”
“Where’s that?”
“Some small barony’s port to the southeast.”
“Never heard of it.”
“Yeah, it’s quite far. Getting here from there takes more than twice the time compared to Southport.”
“That’s a huge loss. If they’re still avoiding Southport despite that…”
“Exactly.”
“Sounds like it’s best to stay away from Southbury.”
“Yup. I won’t be going there for a while. No point getting involved with demons.”
“Agreed. I don’t want anything to do with an inquisition.”

Meanwhile, at the largest port town in the Marquisate of Southbury, Southport, the Marquis himself was present.

He appeared to be inspecting the port, striding along with a few of his subordinates, his large belly shaking with each step.

“As you can see, we’ve cleared out several trading companies and secured warehouse space for the Tarclay Trading Company.”
“Good, good. We’ve finally obtained the trading rights for sugar and spices. Make sure we make a hefty profit.”
“Yes, leave it to us. However, we did have to pay quite a bit in compensation for the evictions…”
“You’ll recover that in no time. It’s sugar and spices we’re talking about here.”
“That’s true, but some of the trading companies we evicted still retain some influence…”
“Where’s a port more convenient than Southport? You told me yourself that with the longer land transport routes, they can’t compete with us on price.”
“Yes, that’s true, but…”
“What is it? Out with it.”
“Well, the number of trading companies has decreased, so the workforce has also shrunk, affecting several aspects…”
“Just have the remaining workers do the same jobs.”
“But…”
“Just get it done. If you’re unsure, ask Bryan.”
“Understood…”

The Marquis of Southbury, now satisfied, looked around at the rows of brick warehouses with a contented expression.