I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

The large hall, with a number and number of elaborate goldsmith chandeliers fishing down, is so large that it seems like it can be used as a ballroom as long as the fancy desk is retreated from view.

There was one castle in the royal palace, between the House of Lords of Alexandria Castle, and I looked up at its high ceiling, forgetting that I would even shut my mouth at dusk. There, stained glass windows with religious paintings are nestled in silver frames, still capturing the light of the day shining in Jomtien to shed various colour flavors into the hall. This castle, which is only used to carry out national politics, sometimes has the most access outside the royal family, and even a mere conference hall is this brilliant.

"Is it rare"

"Yeah, well."

The Count of Teresia, standing next to him, spoke to me and gradually returned. He panicked and tightened his mind that he should not be in a floating tourist mood.

"The Marquis of Lietergau was admitted. It's time to start."

The Earl points to the innermost desk with his jaw. If you send your gaze over there, you can see the 'Miyagi' heavy towns, such as Marquis Laurenzorel, commander-in-chief of the Royal Army, Grand Duke Dovadine, chief treasurer and clergyman, lined up off to the Marquis of Lietergau, who is about to be seated exactly now. Mixed with that was the appearance of the Junas Border Uncle and the King Einschvark Neighbourhood Uncle, who is entrusted with the management of the Yugfena Castle Fort.

You're so nervous that you don't even know it yourself, your gripping palms slip wet with a tight sweat. While I knew of its existence until now, I felt that something somewhere unrealistic was coming as one thing after another, dizzying and real. It's been five years since I've lived in this world, and I still haven't been able to wipe away the perception that 'this is the world of games'.

Sometimes in the conference hall it was still before the beginning, and it was wrapped in hiccups. As I sit in the shadow of Count Theresia, although the gaze of curiosity, as expected, is directed at a large number of people, it is apparently a lot like "I have a young child in the House of Lords". There was hardly a glance as obvious as I felt on my birthday celebration.

Eventually, when the nobles were almost out of movement, the sound of Karan Karan and Bell was heard from the centre. The whispering calms down as it pulls the waves. Because of the amount of blue in the stained glass on the ceiling, that reminds me somewhere of the sea.

Whether the board is set, one man declared the meeting open from his central seat, setting out two items on today's agenda.

"Firstly, how do we treat the refugees of the former Altras who are temporarily protected by King Yugfena's territory? Secondly, it will be about the vigilance of the Syl and the Duchy of Denzel forces on the front. Senior Earl of Einschvark, I'd like an explanation of the currently protected refugees."

"─ The border castle fort of Yugfena is now protected by nearly a thousand and two hundred Cellions of former Altras nationals. While the outer flat is lent a simple tent full of hundreds of tents that were managed at the castle fort and distributed from stockpiles, Yugfena originally had little stockpile food. If the numbers don't increase so much, they'll have it until around autumn, but the story of protected refugees also says Sil women and children are coming from the rear. With a thousand more people, the pantry will be empty in the summer. There's not enough tents at all either. It's like those who can't get in are sleeping in a cloak in the wilderness."

The tall, disappointing, bodied, low voice of the magnificent King Einschvark Uncle Lieutenant often went by even though it was not so loud, and it was clearly heard in my ear sitting in the rear.

"... so many people? After all, we should have banished them from the beginning without protection, etc..."

Someone goes to the conference hall, pounding and dropping that sound. All over the place as soon as possible.

"No, they are God's people of the same Codex as ours. I can't wait to abandon you."

"But that would be the story of the time of the Holy Earl Kusha kingdom of law! Arxia is no longer a coalition of small nations dedicated to the gods of Kusha."

"When Zelterzivihia converted the State religion to the Church of Earl Kusha, did he not allow it to be incorporated as an independent clientele"

"It was over fifty years ago."

"Fifty years ago, indeed, the Arxian kingdom never abandoned the people of God in the Codex, six hundred years after its founding."

"But intervening in the civil unrest in Denzel now will leave its roots in later Lindar"

He did not give me a glimpse into the contested conference hall at once, and asked me small questions if the Earl of Teresia could tell. I stare at the contending nobles and somehow realize what his words mean.

"The dispute between the nobles of the outer mainland and the nobles of the inner land, is it?"

"The nobility of the interior lacks a sense of crisis. But it's not the borderline that's at stake until this time about Lindar."

Indeed, Yugfena and Junas, whose neighbors and neighbors are mostly silent, will actually be the first to be affected if there is an outcry with the Oriental countries. I guess that includes us.

"Lindar, it's mainly the Northerners who are giving the word."

It is called the North, mainly the inhabitants of the North Sea. Those aristocrats, characterised by the blue and white colour of their skin, said with their mouths together that they did not want to irritate Lindar with their sinister faces.

"You don't have to cross the Bandicea Plateau, and the Black Mountains (Amon Knoll) are not that steep. If Lemesh can set up a formation, both the army over the mountain and the navy coming by boat will have to deal with each other. Denzel doesn't have a ship, but Palmigrans do business with countries of the South on ships."

"Can't you help but be vigilant about Lindar?"

"Sometimes I've been soaked in sweet juice named Defense Expenses for years"

To that word, added Count Teresia, I nodded unexpectedly, to the point of becoming. Now gradually, the relational ministers of the Lords of East Arksia come to grips.

Lords of small territories, known as the interior, which surround the Wang capital, sometimes do not possess a decent army and have a weak sense of crisis outside the country. Sometimes they were originally given divided territories of the hinterland as property, and they can afford it financially, so I only realise that money moves if refugees let it in. Some of them may think that this would revitalize the country as a whole if it happened in the Ningro War. Unlike the conglomerate kings and foreign borders, everything in the interior is susceptible to stagnation anyway. Generally everyone insists on hosting refugees.

The frontier territory facing the northern sea and its outer interior puts the establishment of Lindar and its impact first. There is little chance that it will be a place to receive refugees, and if self-government becomes a battlefield, it may be necessary to invest all surplus funds from state spending as maritime defence expenses into battle for many years, hoping not to intervene in Eastern circumstances. Of course, everyone was speaking of refugee rejection.

The vortex of this case King Yugfena, the Junas Frontier Uncle and the adjacent Outer Mainland Territories are many who are silent in their attempt to comply with the ruling of the House of Lords. Cardiac territory is one of them. The pros and cons to the reception of refugees are enormous, and they tend to make heavy statements in the House of Lords because of the fact that it is the largest defensive area in Arksia, and they are watching for what happens because they cannot say irresponsible things.

The Territories located in the South need to maintain another line of defence, so they have the least impact. For this reason, this one was almost indifferent, and this also looked at the conference hall in silence.

"In the first place, the story is fundamentally different from that of Zelterzivihia. Refugees have no land, no money, different languages. Where we have decided to accept refugees in earnest, which territories are we going to accept!

One of the aristocrats, incandescent in contention, shouts out his voice in a harsh manner. Everyone whispers in a flash. When I asked Count Teresia, he was looking back at me, too, and he nodded one quietly.

Keep your shoulders down trembling at tension and breathe heavily.

"If you accept it, it's possible in our territory."

The squeezed voice didn't sound so loud in that way, but sounded enough for a conference room that was quiet enough.