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

"What, are you staying in King's Capital until the day after tomorrow?

"Oh. Tomorrow, a nobleman who wants to borrow a handout is throwing a tea party. I couldn't even say hello in the House of Lords."

"That's the thing. Then I guess I'll wait all day tomorrow."

"No, you're in attendance, too. Count Teresia told me to accompany you as my squire."

After a sumptuous dinner behaved as a hospitality to my long returned master in the town mansion of the Count of Teresia where I stay. During the day of the assembly of the House of Lords, Camill, who had acted differently because he did not possess the status of nobility, was informed of the plans for tomorrow, which were changed abruptly.

Swallow tea made by a distracted maid for me and Camille who stayed in the dining room for the conversation.

After the influx of refugees and the news of Viscount Garbiato, there were too many things that had to be done, and I felt like I was taking a breather.

"That means the Earl of Teresia is really trying to make me Tsari's squire."

"What now. It's been decided since you sided with me on my birthday."

I'm scared that I'm too late in recognizing Kamil, who leaned on her little neck and somehow conceived it. I am not the only one who celebrates the birth, but also the revelations of those who become my ministers.

─ ─ Yeah......, right. Sorry, nothing. "

Camille shook her head loosely. It was as if I was trying to dispel my thoughts. I'm sorry I said something weird, but I felt like there was a mix of different things in Kamil's face, and somehow it seemed to catch my throat.

Kamil...

"Excuse me! Lord Ayja, I have your letter!

A hung up word pulls on its own into the door of a well-motivated and open dining room. Claudia, who said it was after dinner but didn't even show a diminishing gesture of vitality like a typhoon, burst into the dining room in a rushing condition. Moreover, this time again, I am grandly mistaken for a person's name.

", Lord Claudia?

"No wonder I forgot my letter from Lord Elise."

Shit, literally into the envelope offered to me at the end of my eyes and nose, I pulled my head past and stuck it in my back. Although it was good because my back was fuzzy cushioned, if it was a regular chair, I would have just made a tumor out of my stupidity.

"Duh, thanks..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I will say this, but there is no reason why bright blue rough transport should not be a 'big deal'. Again, this girl doesn't make sense.

While I received the letter, I also knew very well that my cheeks would be drawn again this time. ─ ─ At that time, I was reminded of the words of my previous life on my head. Yes, I looked at this kind of mood objectively and said 'don't pull' etc.

Neighbor Kamil is stunned by a sudden intruder. Well, that said, Camille has never spoken to Claudia so much before, and she didn't know she was here today. Wow... I can't seem to afford to chant it in my heart either.

"Is this a tea party after dinner? May I accompany you, too?

This girl looks at the tabletop just where the tea utensils are placed and why she makes her face glow so excitedly. Not long after he even raised his groan, Claudia flew away somewhere.

"I haven't said anything yet..."

"... Well, that's Claudia now, isn't it? Why are you here? I mean, how did you get here?

From Camill, who seems to have gradually been recognized as Claudia in reality, a voice rises with no more confusion. Claudia returns to her room from the hallway without time to explain the situation. Hold a mountain of confectionery in your right arm and pull the maid with a basin with a tea bowl on her left hand.

I ended up hanging out with Claudia, drinking tea late at night enough to be scolded by my maid.

Such a small child to this hour! and the old maid, who was hoisting her eyeballs at me, said she had known Claudia since she was a little girl, and there was no mercy for preaching. Claudia shriveled to the boulder and dispersed to the room, returning to the room to which Camille and I were also addressed.

It's late at night, but there's something I want to do before I go to sleep. I sat down on the stationery as I opened the letter I had in my hand and opened the lid of the ink bottle to confirm (because) my reply.

"Ah..."

Unfortunately, the membrane strained to the mouth of the ink bottle cracks and the splash flies. A black spot pattern was drawn on the desk, right hand and the letter I received.

Wipe splashed ink in sigh with a cloth placed in the corner of the stationery. I can't just wipe the letter dirt, but, well, it's not particularly inconvenient where the letter is dirty.

Elise's letter, which she gradually began to read, was written in rather thin letters, and her weakness in holding the pen seemed to have taken shape as it was.

It starts with a greeting in a polite, aristocratic way, and moves on to my own things like walking a little outside or seeing something, and then goes on to talk about interacting with people in the mansion. All the gentle scenes that seemed elise and soothing to my heart were spelled out.

Further reading, it now says my concern for me, who has been moving hastily for the past few days.

Unlike Claudia, who moves freely around the outside of the hall, the last time she saw Elise, weak in body, was the day she received that refugee's news. There's no reason to be worried.

Worrying about a girl who has been kept in the name of therapy is not a very welcome thing. Even a little stress makes her a source of illness.

Write back with care to make sure it is appropriate, and look again at the letter from Elise asking if there is any leakage. There was a stretching letter behind the letter, which I casually flipped over, and I rushed my eyes to its content.

I have met Elise, who said that she is a distant part of the stretch Eliza. Mr. Berwaier told me that you were weak, too. Does a daughter named Elise tend to get sick, etc...

What the hell is Berwyer doing?

I asked to take care of the child who was trapped behind the mansion, but I never thought I would make the mistake of being found by Elise herself, who borrowed her name.

There's of course a reason I bothered to invite guests in and give that kid the same name. To avoid giving accurate information outside the building.

Humans who meet Elise from the beginning are restricted because of their infirm body, and only those who also make contact with that child who is put in the back room in the name of being sickly as well. Because I don't want that child's presence to be exposed as much as I can.

If the two sick Elise are in the mansion at the same time, they can cause confusion even if the information flows outside. If it is an ambiguous story, the information on that child will be integrated on its own to Elise who deposited it. That's what I was after.

I can't believe he found out about it. But I've already exposed the child to Elise. I can't even hide it badly anymore.

... Elise and Marya will return to Shulstoke territory at the latest in three years. In the meantime, if we don't get Elise out of the direct jurisdiction and out of the mansion if we can, is there a big problem?

I prayed that the presence of that child would not become more widespread, and I decided to ignore Elise's stretch. The fact that I wrote it on purpose on the back doesn't mean I'm asking for a response.