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

Today's lunch is pumpkin potage and mamia (goat yogurt) with tourpa (fried wheat condiment).

I have never eaten fermented dairy products in Arxia. When I first put it in my mouth, I felt like I was eating something precious, but I got used to it because it was served almost every two days.

Tourpa is made from butter, or butter tea, by frying black wheat into ground powder, and has a very rustic flavour. It is a texture that was not found in the general diet of Arxia and is also my favorite. If you add sugar to the pumpkin potage, it's going to taste splendid sweet.

As we were eating Muggle and Toad, the topic of the pompous chatter of the children sitting around shifted to plans starting this afternoon.

"Today, the grownups are going to teach the people in the leadership how to take care of horses."

"Well, you know we can take care of horses."

"Eliza said that people in Cardia don't keep horses very often. Same as a rural child."

The children of the countryside, they call them, are the orphans of the peasants in the next tent. Because the work and lifestyle of nomads and their rural children are very different, it seems impossible to live together in the current situation, managed by tents.

The kids do nod at each other thinking that they don't necessarily need horses for their lives, like they do.

But.

"You're not the same. The army is a warrior of kings."

One of the kids sitting right behind me raised his voice like that sharply.

"Those who can't be warriors are subordinates, don't join them."

I'm still saying that, Aslan.

Tired of being praised by the surrounding child at such a rate, he looks back at the child who is silent.

The child, called Aslan, was a pale-haired boy, leaning upside-down and grumpy. There is a shadowy shadow in the eye area and a strong light behind the blue silver eyes that resemble white and blue.

He didn't match his name with his face because he was usually the type that hardly came close to me. So he's Aslan?

"Aslan, your mother is a Sylvanian and Mr. Jugal, but your father was a rural man."

You noticed I was looking at him, and the girl sitting next to me explained that to me in a small voice. She glances at Aslan for a glimpse and hesitates to continue the conversation.

"When the battle against Denzel began to take place in many ways, Aslan's father tried to be a Jugal warrior. But because the Sil warriors can only be men from the clan. So, after all, your father was killed with his mother by the Denzels without being able to fight..."

"... right"

It's a mourning story, I think.

Within the Sil tribe, the distinction is made between the roles of those who fight and those who do not. Those who fight, called warriors, are given two horses at a time, the common property of their families, and learn to treat spears and bows from an early age. Although the conditions for becoming a warrior vary somewhat from family to family, it is common that you must be a boy of family origin.

Mr. Jugal is a family of men. Aslan, whose father comes from extra space, also can't be a warrior no matter how much he wants.

I know what happened to Aslan, but there's another thing that bothers me. I stopped the girl trying to get back to her meal, and now I asked her a question here.

"... what did he say, a subordinate?

Based on the story, it's probably about a farmer from outside of the Sil tribe. However, I do not feel that there is such a great separation between the Shills and the farmers that they are given the discriminatory designation of subordinates.

Now that he had moved to Cardiac territory, the Shills had to abandon their nomadic lives to imitate the way farmers lived. I can't afford to live off the distinction between my origins.

"Oh...... eh. Once upon a time, the Syls were the spears of kings of warriors who defended their country (Muchaitrell), better than the countrymen, so what?"

He also returned an answer that he did not quite understand, but only one word could understand the origin of the word 'subordinate'.

The king's spear (Muchaitrel) is a word that stands for the aristocracy of Altras, the ruling class of the nation. I guess that means there's still remnants of Altrus' identity back when he existed.

Stand up with the Thurpa's jar in your hand. At the edge of her sight, the girl next door blinked her pussy and lid. Regardless, I walk in front of the Aslan boy.

Nature and the gaze of the surrounding children concentrated on me when suddenly one stood up. Only the person who is now leaning down is unaware that I am standing in front of Aslan.

"Aslan."

Speaking up, the boy raised his face with momentum. I look up at me with my blue and silver eyes rounded like a surprise.

"What...?

"I heard a few words earlier. Did you say" subordinate "?

Nanny and Aslan nodded. With a bewildered look on my face, like I have no idea why I'm talking to myself.

"Don't use that word again. The Syr people were the earliest of the people of Arxia, not the people of Altras. In Arksia, the Syls are only civilians. Civilians are indiscriminately equal under His Majesty the King and under nobility."

The more beings that stand above the Shir tribe, the less existent that stand below, preach it in a slightly stronger manner.

You understood that you were to blame for your words, and Aslan reluctantly murmured, "Okay," as he bent his mouth to the letter to.