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.

September has come, and with less than a month until the Harvest Festival, Scarletford remains as peaceful as ever.

The town’s major reconstruction is progressing steadily. The construction of the moat and town walls on the Clarinton side has been completed. However, the waterworks are not yet finished, and there’s still much work to be done with replacing the buildings throughout the town.

The only notable new structure is the refinery built next to Walter’s workshop. It’s already up and running, extracting gold and silver from the placer gold mined.

However, the skeleton workforce has been fully occupied with these mining operations, running at nearly full capacity.

I can’t reduce the workforce needed to maintain everyone’s lives in the village, and even though we haven’t seen any monsters recently, we can’t cut down on security either.

Because of that, I haven’t had to do any hands-on work myself lately. Instead, I’ve been working with Marie on administrative tasks.

But since there isn’t much paperwork, I tend to finish too quickly and end up with nothing to do.

Today is one of those days. I worked hard on the bookkeeping yesterday, and now I have nothing left to do.

So, I’ve decided to check on the icehouse we made over the winter.

We stored meat in it in the spring, and I haven’t been inside since. I wonder how it’s holding up?

I opened the door leading to the stairs that descend to the icehouse in the garden.

Ah! It’s cool!

Even though I’m still above ground, I can already feel the cool air.

Holding a lantern in one hand, I went down the stairs and opened the icehouse door.

“Wow! There’s still snow left! Amazing!”

Though a lot of it has melted, there are still solid chunks of snow remaining.

Hmm, but at this rate, I don’t think it’ll last until next winter.

Should we add more snow? Or maybe it should have been built deeper?

Now that we have mortar, I’d like to build a proper one next time.

“How about the meat?”

I took the wild boar meat placed on a shelf.

It’s cold and hard. It’s hard to tell under the dim lantern light, but it seems to be still frozen.

Is it still edible?

Hmm, I’m not sure. I’ll have Marie check.

With the frozen meat in hand, I left the icehouse.

“Marie.”

“Yes, my lady? What’s the matter?”

“Can we still eat this?”

“Huh?”

Marie furrowed her brows in confusion as she looked at the wild boar meat I handed her.

“What is this?”

“It’s wild boar meat from around spring. I stored it to preserve it.”

“Meat from spring?”

Marie took the wild boar meat and inspected it.

“What? It’s frozen?”

“Yep. I’ve been storing it in the icehouse I dug in the garden…”

“What!? An icehouse!? When did you…?”

“I dug it last winter. I thought it might help solve our food preservation issues.”

“My lady…”

Marie’s expression was a mix of surprise and bewilderment as she smelled the frozen meat.

“Well, it doesn’t have any foul odor. I’ll take care of this for now.”

With that, Marie took the meat and walked away somewhere.

I assumed she had taken it to the kitchen, but wild boar meat wasn’t on the dinner table that day.

The next day, Will and the others thanked me for treating them to delicious meat and praised me highly.

Huh? What’s going on!?

Meanwhile, at the mayor’s mansion in Clarinton, Cedric was storming through the hallways. His expression was visibly filled with anger, and he walked briskly, his mood terrifying.

None of the servants dared to stop Cedric as he passed.

Cedric reached the office and flung the door open without even bothering to knock.

“What’s this racket! I have guests—”

“Oh? Since when did you think you could speak to me that way?”

“I-I deeply apologize! I thought it was another foolish servant of mine…”

The mayor stammered his apology as Cedric glared at him sharply.

“S-So, what brings you here? Is there a problem?”

“Oh, yes. Thanks to your sloppy management, I’ve lost my way. I need a proper guide.”

“Well! In that case, Bolta here is perfect for the job!”

“What!?”

“This man works for the Tarclay Company and has made many trips between here and Scarletford.”

“I see. Then come along.”

“I-I must humbly refuse. You see, I have angered the Baroness of Scarletford, and I have been banned from entering…”

“Then find a replacement.”

“Uh? W-Well… Perhaps we could contact the Tarclay Company’s branch office…”

“I see. Understood.”

Cedric then drew his sword.

“Huh?”

“You, a mere commoner, have angered the Baroness, none other than the esteemed Scarletford Baroness. Why are you still alive?”

“Huh?”

“And you’ve shown no sign of remorse. No doubt your banishment was because you deceived my lord.”

In the next moment, Bolta’s head flew through the air.

“Mayor, don’t take my lord lightly. If you dare sully my lord’s name…”

Cedric pointed his blood-stained sword at the mayor.

“You understand, don’t you?”

The mayor, pale and trembling, nodded repeatedly.

“Good. This man was a traitor. Take care of him.”

“Y-Yes, sir…”

And with that, Cedric left the office and headed to the Tarclay Company’s branch in Clarinton.