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.

“I must decline.”

I replied, trying to appear as calm as possible.

“Eh?”

Seodoric looked at me with a bewildered expression, seemingly not expecting a refusal.

Ah, seeing that expression has made me feel a lot more composed. Alright, I’m okay!

“Because he stated that he does not acknowledge me as his daughter and that I should become independent as the Baron of Scarletford. That is what my father said, isn’t it?”

“Eh? F-father…?”

“Oh? You didn’t know? I am Olivia Ainsley, the eldest daughter of Marquess Adolf Ainsley of Southberry.”

“Eh? N-no way…”

“So, what do you mean by welcoming me into the main family? I am originally the legitimate daughter of the main family.”

I said this with a cheerful smile.

“Though, my father seemed to dislike my hair and eye color greatly.”

“…B-but Your Excellency! My lord wishes for you to return! Surely as the young lady of Southberry—”

“Be quiet!”

I cut him off sharply.

“Your Excellency…?”

“You’re the one who threw me out, claiming it no longer mattered, aren’t you? There’s nothing more to discuss now.”

“Your Excellency…”

“If you have nothing more to say, please take your leave.”

“Guh…”

Theodore showed a frustrated expression and hesitated. Then Montague opened his mouth.

“Hey, Marie.”

Montague’s expression was clearly filled with malice as he called out to her.

“…What is it?”

Marie’s tone was harder than I had ever heard before.

“Convince the Baroness to return at once. Surely the Baroness would listen to you.”

“W-what!? I—I can’t…”

“Come on! Hurry up! How long are you going to keep my brother waiting? With your half-noble status!”

“Eek!”

Marie let out a small scream.

Half-noble!?

Just because Marie’s mother is a commoner, how dare you insult her like that!

“Be quiet!”

I got angry and reflexively tried to bind his soul.

Ugh!? Such incredible resistance… But!

I unleashed all my magical power and forcibly pushed through the resistance.

“Guh!?”

“How dare you speak to my nurse like that? Montague Percival, I declare you banned from entering.”

“Wha—!? Hey! Ma—”

As I tightened the binding on Montague’s soul, he began to gasp for air like a goldfish out of water. His face quickly turned blue.

“Apologize to Marie.”

But Montague refused to apologize. He desperately continued to resist with his eyes.

You! If that’s how it is…

“M-My Lady, if this continues…”

Marie said, and I suddenly came to my senses.

Right. If I kill the messenger, it’ll lead to war.

I loosened the binding.

“Gah! Hah! Hah! Wh-what’s happening? What’s wrong with my body!?”

I stood up and walked around the table to approach Montague.

*Smack!*

I slapped Montague’s cheek.

My strength isn’t that great. It wouldn’t hurt too much.

However, in noble society, for a knight to be slapped by a lady is considered the utmost disgrace. Especially when it’s the real daughter of the lord he serves, it must be all the more so.

“I’ll say it again. A rude person like you is banned from entering. Please never show your face here again.”

“Guh!”

“Theodoric, please inform my father that I refuse.”

“…Understood.”

Theodoric answered with a frustrated expression.

“And, I will not permit your stay here any longer. Please leave at once.”

“Patrick, see our guests out. Please escort them to the gate.”

“Yes!”

Meanwhile, in the royal capital, anxiety spread particularly among the nobility.

This was because Alexia had excitedly shared a story with her friends, which quickly spread. It had now reached not only the nobility but also some wealthy merchants.

However, the king had not made any statement regarding this, and whenever asked, he avoided answering completely.

Amidst this, rumors began to circulate about the king suddenly sending knights to the southwestern region of the Southberry Marquessate for unknown reasons.

This led to further speculation, and the nobility became even more unsettled.

Some sought to distance themselves from the Southberry Marquess, while others claimed it was a conspiracy to demean the Southberry Marquess.

Yet, while confused, most chose to wait and see how it would be beneficial for themselves.

During this time, the prime minister arrived at the king’s chambers.

“How are things? How are the noble faction doing?”

“Things are going smoothly, but we’ve learned something unexpected.”

“Unexpected?”

“Yes. Regarding the rumors.”

“What do you mean?”

“After sorting out the facts, we found that the main points were indeed true.”

“Oh? To what extent?”

“Yes. First, upon checking the noble registry, I found a daughter born to the Southberry Marquess Adolf Ainsley and his former wife Elfriede Kania Ainsley. She is currently nine years old, and her name is Olivia Ainsley.”

“I see.”

“And last year, the Baron of Scarletford title was formally transferred to Olivia Ainsley with Your Majesty’s permission.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. There is a copy of the transfer certificate remaining.”

“I see… I don’t remember it, but it must be so. After all, it’s common for parents with many subordinate titles to pass down some titles while their children are still young, isn’t it? If there’s a request for title transfer, we generally grant it without conditions.”

“Yes. That’s right, and it’s natural for Your Majesty not to remember it.”

“Hmm.”

“The problem starts here. The Southberry Marquess sent his eight-year-old daughter without adequate protection, gave her little money, and only attached a single nurse when sending her to the cursed forest’s development village, Scarletford.”

“Oh? So the Southberry Marquess really intended to kill his former wife’s child?”

“Yes. The evidence is that the very year the daughter was sent to Scarletford, he prohibited trade with Scarletford.”

“…I see. That’s how the rumors of her being possessed by a demon came about.”

“No, the source of the possessed rumor came from the wife of the heir of the Albright Trading Company. It seems a drunken man was spreading stories in a tavern in Rudinham, and she brought that tale to the church after hearing it.”

“I see. But the development village was banned from trading. Surely she can’t still be alive?”

“No, she has been confirmed alive.”

“Oh?”

“Indeed, the Baroness of Scarletford has opened up the cursed forest herself and established a road between Scarletford and the town of Bitterley in the territory of the Lazlo Count. This has been independently confirmed by both the Lazlo Count and the Viscount Bystar.”

“Independently? Ah, I see, that makes sense.”

The king grinned smugly.

“This is useful.”

“Yes. However, that’s not all.”

“What? There’s more?”

“It seems that the Baroness of Scarletford is able to use a special magic that can animate the bones of monsters and animals as if they were alive.”

“Hmm? What? What kind of magic is that?”

The king wore a difficult expression.

“…Ah, so that’s it.”

“Yes, it’s likely.”

At the king’s words, the prime minister nodded slightly.

“And those moving bones are currently referred to as ‘suke,’ and they can work tirelessly, even throughout the night.”

“…‘Suke’? What a strange name.”

“Yes. I think so too, but it seems that the people of the Lazzlo Count refer to them that way.”

“I see.”

“The Baroness of Scarletford rents out those ‘suke’ for a large gold coin each per month and seems to be using that funding to manage the village. Moreover, she has established a trading company called the Chapman Trading Company, aiming to expand the rental business of ‘suke’ to the private sector, but due to the exorbitant price, they have not yet acquired new customers. For now, the Chapman Trading Company only trades with Scarletford.”

“I see… Ah, I get it. The trading company is likely to keep the rude people away.”

“Yes, it’s probably so.”

“I understand. While making money isn’t exactly praiseworthy… given the circumstances of the development village, it can’t be helped. Ideally, the Southberry Marquess should be the one supporting her.”

“Yes, that’s right. Also, there’s another rumor that the Southberry Marquess has sent knights.”

“Oh?”

“However, it seems that their purpose isn’t to kill the Baroness of Scarletford but to bring her back to her home.”

“Hmm? Could you say that again?”

“Yes. The Southberry Marquess has dispatched knights to bring the Baron of Scarletford back to the main family.”

“I see. I wasn’t mistaken in hearing that. But why? Is he so hateful that he wants to kill his former wife’s daughter?”

“Yes. This is still unconfirmed information, but it seems that the Southberry Marquess believes there’s a high possibility of a gold mine in Scarletford.”

“Oh?”

The king narrowed his eyes slightly.

“In Southberry, it is said that small amounts of gold have been extracted from the river flowing from the Scarletford region since ancient times.”
“…I see. So something must have happened that led him to be convinced that there is a large-scale deposit.”
“The details are unknown, but presumably