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

I don't have time to take a carriage home for two long days in a lot of moving situations. You said you'd have time to socialize. Nothing is more important in a aristocratic society than socialization. Running for a day to take over the horse in the Inn Town allowed him to return to Cardiac territory despite being attacked by terrible fatigue.

Of course, being a child, I didn't have enough strength to manipulate horses all day, and Claudia and Camille took turns to work together.

"Anything unusual while you were away?

Turn into the busy Earl of Teresia and ask Berwaier, who kept him away, about his absence.

Not long after we arrived at the mansion, we all gave our tired bodies a rest, and we had to quickly prepare for the massive project of hosting refugees, especially the Count of Teresia, where power was concentrated, and so on, and went straight into the office.

Claudia was the only one who went to the leadership training ground, but where the hell is that extra strength? Is it just useless to wonder...

There was nothing important in the report that Berwaier would mention without starvation, and there seemed to be no notable change in the lives of Elise, her maid Marya, and her new nanny (nurse), who mainly cared for Elise, in the days less than April and a half.

"Then, I mean 'lady'..."

Predict the stretch of Elise to a bellwair cut out with a fearful body. 'Lady' is the name used by Berwaiers and maids to call that child.

"I'm sorry. I just ran into Elise the other day when I left the room."

"I know. That was stated in Elise's letter. You misled me as my connection. Right. Talk to me if Elise seems to ask me more about that child in the future. Guide me well."

As I thought, the story was about that kid.

As the secretary of the Earl of Teresia, I am giving Berwaier a grasp of how he will treat that child in the future. Therefore, it is clearly Berwaier's fault that he left the child outside without even grasping all the human trends in the mansion where there are not so many of them and exposed his presence to Elise properly. It is this unmasculine mistake.

Berwaier suddenly bowed his head deeply for some reason when he gave instructions on how to respond in the future and urged him to continue with his mouth wondering if there was anything else to report.

"Sincerely, I apologize. Something that would betray the trust of Master Eliza... I'm ready to punish you any way I can."

The chopped one was in the voice.

... I look up at my head as it is lowered, and I remember feeling somewhat like pity that the Count's secretary is in trouble too.

The Earl of Teresia does not try to put extra personnel aside, so Berwaier is actually ordered to work outside the jurisdiction of the secretary. It's definitely a stressful position to be asked to do a nasty job and have to bow your head so much to a little kid that you don't have half your own if you make mistakes.

The temperature difference between him and me was so terrible that I thought of it as a real escape. It's pretty surreal that you have your own gaze in the position of looking up at the human face with your head down.

"... it is the Count of Theresia, not me, who I trust. No punishment, no nothing."

I asked Berwyer to take care of that child while I was away, because there was no other suitable person left in the mansion, and on top of that, the Earl of Teresia instructed me to do the same.

I did ask Berwaier directly from me, but that's just because that kid is responsible to me. If you've betrayed your expectations, that wouldn't be me not trusting you or anything from the edge.

Confirm whether the report is above Berwair, who is stuck with the words to be returned. Berwaier, who had the look of everywhere he said he was willing, and yet also seemed sad, was impressive from the usual iron mask.

The eastern side of Cardiac territory is now stretched with unmanned lake waters, with no indispensable hand. The refuge of the refugees to be received is going to be there.

They are farmers, but that is the same thing as the original inhabitants. Since there is no room for lowering cultivated land to refugees, new arrivals will be asked to carry out irrigation work.

As long as the environment in which people live is improved, fishermen may leave the original territory, and it is not impossible to incorporate rice cultivation techniques from other territories from the abundant location of the water in the long term.

Instead of the next generation, it will be a project that will continue fine until the generation of its grandchildren, but still the Cardians will receive refugees in return.

Would the most discerning return be pumpkins?

Some refugees have brought out cereal seeds to negotiate for a new place of residence.

They are afraid to crumble the ecosystem to the extreme, so they place restrictions on the crops that can be grown on refugees, but they say it is pumpkins that seem to be readily available among their brought in.

I thought potatoes like this would have been a promise, but the soil on Cardia is rich in both water and nutrition, so I don't call potatoes.

According to stories I heard in my previous life, pumpkins are nutritious and seem to be a strong crop. It would be nice if the elegant table of the people who make all the wheat could be improved slightly by pumpkins.

Then again, the workforce is one of the great rewards.

Cardiac territory, where no one has ever moved from any other territory, does not have enough horns to start something new. The inhabitants are overwhelmed with the cultivation of the black wheat they need to live, and the territory is largely stagnant.

Then we will talk about how many years we wait to get our hands on the eastern lake waters. Because we have to wait for a surplus to come out of the workforce to maintain the fields we already have.

In that regard, if a large number of personnel are secured through the reception of refugees, that can be considered as an excess workforce as it stands.

It would not be so much of a problem because the original inhabitants are separated from their places of residence, and there is a difference in language in the first place, so there is no risk that the problem will occur. There's nothing harder than arguing with someone with different words.

However, it is necessary for them to learn Arxian from their children's generations.

Even the Earl of Teresia talked about the area, but it may be necessary to sum it up and educate the language from an age group that cannot be allowed to participate in the irrigation works. In order to incorporate rice cultivation technology in the future, the language of the children of refugees, grandchildren's generations, will have to be unified into Arxian.

I can't even call it a refugee forever.

At the time of acceptance, their identities become the inhabitants of Viscount Cardia territory. Let's change the way we call it even with the new inhabitants, or we can talk to the Earl of Teresia tomorrow.

The thought that had worked on the difficult and refugee reception was interrupted there.

"Are you still awake?

"... Mrs. Ortencio"

The woman who entered the room by pushing the door says in a slightly frightened voice.

A newly hired nanny (nurse), Mrs. Ortensio, as a replacement for Mrs. Gorton, who was dismissed. Only her voice echoed in the darkness without one light source.

"You'll be physically handicapped no more."

"I know. I'm going to sleep now."

"That would be nice. Sometimes you forget that you're only six years old."

To Mrs Ortencio's words, my heart sounds every now and then. Because you were absolutely right.

"You should know that your body hasn't caught up with fast growth. If you sleep well, eat well, and worry about moving well, your body will become brittle."

I know, I didn't have time to give it back, and when I just said what I wanted to say, the lady left the room intact.

It's not as annoying as Mrs. Golton's, but she has a very difficult personality to grasp, which was my appreciation for the new nanny (nurse) who came to the Golden Hill Hall.