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.

There are more of them than I expected. This number is a bit overwhelming.
Still, it’s surprising that the villagers didn’t abandon the village under such circumstances. If the knight who was the village chief had been gone, they might have fled… but then again, the surrounding cursed forest likely made escape impossible.
“M-My Lady…”
“It’s alright.”
I reassured the trembling Marie as the sun completely set and darkness enveloped the area. The torches illuminated the square as the zombies shuffled in.
“You…”
“John…”
“Daddy…”
Various voices rose from the villagers as they recognized the zombies that had appeared.
It’s so sad. I’ll send them on now.
I activated the funeral magic, targeting the entire square.
A dark, ominous magic circle appeared, and a murky light began to rise.
“Eek!?”
“Ahhh!”
“What’s this!?”
The villagers screamed in terror, but I continued to maintain the spell.
“Soon, they will be at peace. If you have loved ones here, say your goodbyes.”
Almost simultaneously with my words, the zombies began to crumble.
The zombies turned into a fine, sand-like substance, leaving only faint human shapes behind.
Those are the souls of the dead.
Good, they still maintain their human forms. If they had become vengeful spirits, their appearances would be far more horrifying.
So, their souls are still intact and should be able to return to the cycle of reincarnation soon.
“You can approach now.”
“John!”
“Darling!”
“Daddy!”
“Big Brother!”
The villagers rushed to their respective family members, calling out in anguish.
Of course, they couldn’t physically touch the souls…
From all directions came various voices—sobbing, desperate calls, expressions of gratitude, tearful apologies for past mistakes.
Each voice seemed genuinely heartfelt…
The souls of the dead showed no change in expression, so it’s hard to tell if they heard the villagers. But I hope the message is getting through, and the souls appear somewhat content… although maybe that’s just my own satisfaction.
As I watched the final farewells, the souls gradually began to fade away…
“John! Wait!”
“Thank you!”
“Daddy! Daddy!”
And then they disappeared.
“It’s alright now. I’ve sent them off properly. They should be able to rest peacefully in the afterlife.”
Whether they heard my words or not, the villagers continued to call out tearfully at the places where the souls had vanished.
“Thank you,My Lady.”
The next morning, as I emerged from the village chief’s house to inspect the area, the villagers were waiting for me.
“Thanks to you, we were able to see off our son.”
“Me too! My husband…”
“I saw off my daughter…”
“Thank you very much.”
The villagers expressed their gratitude, each in their own way.
It’s a bit embarrassing to be thanked like this. I’ve never been thanked like this, either in this life or the previous one.
“Well, I just did what needed to be done.”
“My lady! Please accept this!”
“From me too!”
“I have this for you!”
The villagers presented me with various vegetables, cloths, and other items.
“So, there’s no need for that. I’m just glad to see that you all have found some closure.”
“My Lady…”
Ugh, this is making me feel really awkward…
“Well then, how about we use these ingredients to have a meal with everyone tonight? How does that sound?”
“Oh, My Lady…”
“How compassionate…”
The villagers looked at me with teary eyes.
Oh, this is so embarrassing! Is this what they mean by wanting to hide in a hole?
“My Lady, you must be a saint! It must be true!”
“Eh?”
Wait a minute! That’s going too far!
If the Church of Light finds out that I’m being called a saint, it would be a disaster!
Only the Church of Light has the authority to recognize a saint. If someone falsely claims to be a saint without their endorsement, it’s punishable by burning at the stake.
In fact, in “Mahou Ikki,” there was an event where a fake saint deceived a village, and at the end of the event, the impostor was burned at the stake.
I’ve just escaped one danger; I don’t want to set up another death flag!
“Saint!”
“W-Wait! Please don’t call me that!”
“Eh? But only saints or bishops can purify zombies…”
“Even so, I’m not a saint!”
“…But didn’t you call it holy magic yourself?”
“Ah! I heard that too!”
“So you really are a saint—”
“I’m not a saint! I’m definitely not a saint!”
“Hmmm… but sending zombies to the afterlife means…”
“You’re an angel!”
“I see!”
“Oh!”
What!? That’s not good either… But maybe it’s better than being called a saint?
“Angel!”
The villagers began to pray to me all at once.
No, this is definitely worse! Being called an angel seems even more dangerous!
“I’m not an angel! I’m not an angel!”