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

Under the tree leak day at the end of spring, in front of a garden table lined up with hobby tea treats even this, I was just hammering yeah on the story of a female nobleman in front of me on the pipe.

She sits across the street and keeps talking for an hour. She is the lord of the Viscount Territory of the Alzebelf region in southwestern Wangdu, where she is the aunt of a man named Senior Viscount Daniela Ferch-Berendorf and Senior Baron Ferch, who serves as treasurer in the court.

"When I say the Horn Knight to the Rabbit, it's like a man with no emotional shards! I can't think of anything like picking a piercing as a gift for a woman!

The Earl of Teresia has gone for a boat trip in the pond with the other men, so this woman and I are the only ones left here right now, except for the servants, but anyway, what she talks about is not something that makes the six-year-old listen. Maybe he's actually talking to Camille, who's holding back like an unspeakable statue behind me.

Younger than her nephew, Baron Ferch, she is a widow who married at the age of nineteen and sixteen this year and unfortunately lost her husband last year, and has no regrets about playing with men and women on fire in court.

He inherited the title of the late Viscount Beerendorf, who was his husband, and inherited a small territory near the king's capital, but left the administration of it largely to the family decree to live in the town mansion of the king's capital.

It is, of course, an episode in her magnificent social circle that she is spreading without regard to the age of the person she talks to. Where did you get along with your princess? Who did you dance with? Who did you chat with on the terrace? I remembered the unfortunate men step by step as I spoke, and I began to incandescent, to this day.

"Ha... that, as a gift to a woman, Pierce doesn't instantly?

"It's common sense in Western aristocracy. Pierce is a gift from a woman to a man of her own accord. Men usually give true friendships to men as a sign of sharing them."

"I see. Really?"

What is that custom? The mysterious common sense that a man gives a decoration to a man as a mark of friendship makes me unexpectedly respond.

"It's the right thing to do. So much so that in the story of an old Ugarian knight there are scenes where those who share piercings one by one defend each other's backs on the battlefield"

That's somehow, maybe an expression that blurs homosexuality terribly far away?

It is unthinkable from me to send jewellery to men, to share even objects that are paired with each other. Confirming Kamil's expression at the rear under the guise of casualty, he looked somewhat uncomfortable and somewhat uncomfortable. Apparently, my sensibilities are not extremely strange.

But if that is really written in the Ugarian War Book, a nation before the kingdom of Holy Earl Kusha came to mind, I can also snort that such a custom exists in Western Arksia.

In Western Arksia, there is a strong consciousness to try to preserve as many cultures and customs from the Ugarian era as possible. Likewise, the Yugfena region retains the colourful character of the region from ancient times, so I guess the whole of Arxia has that kind of temperament.

"So giving piercings to women from men is like declaring that you don't see them as women. If you're going out into Wang Du's social world, it's only natural that you know!

To Viscount Beerendorf, who once again remembers and heats up the other man, I struck the right gavel in the guise of being serious, is that right? Today's main fate is her nephew Baron Ferch, to whom the Earl of Teresia would be speaking by now, and I am only listening to her here just in case.

When the aristocrats who were going boating returned, the tea party that day became a process of transition to a dinner party held in another house as it were.

It is the purpose of this time to ask Baron Ferch, originally a treasurer, and the nobles of his colleagues, to accommodate as much assistance as possible from the State spending on the reception of refugees in the Cardiac realm, but it is simply a matter of courtesy and socialism that we have come to greet them directly today, since the story of accommodation itself was wrapped up with a prior exchange of pigeons.

As a matter of fact, today was simply like what was left to connect me to the pipes of the Wang Du aristocracy. I had planned to stay in Wang Du until tomorrow morning, so I have no problem with one more place to socialize.

"How was it?

"Yes, I have made several loans for their father."

The Earl of Teresia returns so lightly with a flat voice. This Count, were you choosing someone to be your collaborator this time who not only had connections, but was selling favors from his parents' bills? I even feel thin about its competence and its various abilities.

If it had been done in a previous life, it would have been a work of great rebellion, but the aristocratic society is something that moves with interconnection and pipe. It seemed important to bear in mind that the cost of aid from State expenditure would swell to 1.5 times that of the initial draft budget.

Rapidly attending a private dinner party at the Count Trader's residence, where he was the daughter-in-law of Viscount Avon's sister, who was attending a tea party during the day, received an unusual welcome to the Count of Teresia.

Whatever you say, he is the brother of Marquis Lietergau, the head of the prestigious Teresian family and the Chancellor. Many people are now pulling into the countryside, but still want the benefit of connecting with those they have cultivated over the years.

As if to prove it, the Earl of Teresia is quickly surrounded by people, me and Camille, who, while appropriate, have finished around greeting the main nobles, and then Claudia, who for some reason has joined them, all three of them secretly cooking at the corner of the venue.

"So, why is Tsari still a knight's costume, not a dress this time?

"I couldn't afford to bring a set of dresses and accessories or buy them all. Even in the House of Lords, the dress of a minor is a knight's costume."

That's what I've heard whilst tongue drumming at the beef's stewed red wine, giving Kamil some nibbling flavor back her illustration of today's fitness as she bumps into it.

In Arxia, where a boy's raid takes precedence, I still don't see him looking anywhere for a precedent such as giving a title to a pre-adult girl. It's usually because we have relatives. In my case, my father's aggressive uprooting of the relative made it possible to create an unusual situation where I was the only one with inheritance rights. Thinking about it, maybe that man while my father is big enough to keep his name in history.

For these reasons, it is not assumed that the minor episcopal, like the birthday celebration, is a girl, and the dress is stipulated to be a knight's costume. As for me, wearing a dress that feels like a hundred million bucks a year, maybe it's something to welcome.

"Lord Eliza is good. I'd rather wear a knight's costume than a dress."

"It's Eliza, not Eliza."

Claudia, whose name is messed up with Elise and I, is dressed today in a bright, empty dress. Tall, slender and stylish, she is an eye-catching young lady. She was also a rare figure, as she usually liked it and wore it in a man named Trousers on her shirt. However, she always carries a dish of dishes served with the mountain in one hand, so she will not be able to speak from the opposite sex.

I was quite soothingly squashing my spare time that way, but Kamil, who was boosting his bickering, held his gaze on one point.

"... Ah, look, Tsari. There."

"Hmm?"

I peek sideways as he tells me to show. Turning unintentionally to the unexpected person standing there, oops, I noticed this one as well, with an unfamiliar, obsessed grin.

It is the Maudon Borderline Uncle.

His beautiful silver hair sparkled with the light of the chandelier.