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

I sent the Earl of Teresia to my home first and finally arrived at the City Mansion in Wang Du.

"Welcome home, Master Eliza"

The lower-level workers who arranged and hired them in the spring bow their heads simultaneously. It's a house that barely takes a trip in the summer, so there's usually only a minimum of people to maintain it.

For all the faces I saw for the first time and haven't been able to grasp them, I went around asking each and every one of them for their name and job. I guess the nobility of Wang Du basically doesn't try to grasp the servant or anything, he looked quite surprised. Knowing the people you hire is fundamental to rationalization.

Now I will introduce to them those who have taken them from the Golden Hill Hall. To Claudia, who came in the same carriage, Mrs. Marechan, the maid Faebe, and Nathan of Cock, who came in another carriage. I brought in a minimum of personnel because there was a big difference between having them at the Golden Hill Hall for five years and having only an unfamiliar servant. The others are voicemail.

The people around me have hardly changed their faces since five years ago. Is it only the first nanny, Lady Golton, who was laid off by the Count who is no longer there?

"Quick and bad, do you make the study available?

"Yes, Master Eliza. We have everything perfectly prepared."

"Then write a private message with a break. I asked for dinner support. Lord Claudia and Mrs. Mareshan eat at the same table as me, so I intend to."

"Yes, Master Eliza. Yes, sir."

An old man hired as a head of use lowers his head pale. The other new servants didn't have the same atmosphere that welcomed me very much.

Well, Cardia's notoriety has not been dispelled in any way, so naturally so. He hired the people who had originally fallen prey to the job with cheap salaries. The Earl of Teresia lent me one woman's head to educate me, but I can't be better educated in a season, of course.

So, Isadora. Stop staring at the new servants... I'm afraid of smiling, my eyes aren't laughing. For the first time since I've been here, I've known the new side of our maid who just thought it was warm.

The Count's loaned female head seems to have taken command properly, and the rookies don't seem to be out of work, although their attitude isn't good. When I went into the study, I didn't rise one dust. Things are ripe as I had hoped in advance so far.

Open the desk drawer and take out a pair of envelopes and notes. The destination is Elise. That was the case last year and last year, but while I was in Wang Capital, I decided to exchange letters with Elise.

While I'm in King's Capital, the Golden Hill Hall becomes a bit of a galaxy space. I'm writing to make sure Elise doesn't feel lonely or heartless, but now I feel like I'm habituating somewhere.

Will Elise herself still need a letter from me? Since Latka and Aslan, the apprentice soldier I attached as a samurai, and Tila and Reka, who only come to visit the hall in the summer, have become at her side, Elise's letters have reduced the word 'I want to see you'.

Are you the same person who doesn't normally let you see her face when you're in Lord Elise or not?

To shake off the unpleasant anxiety that came to mind as a word, I pressed both temples around with my fingertips of both hands.

Now, do you want me to write you a letter? First of all, we arrived safely in Wangdu.

My plans since I came to Wang Capital have usually been clogged. The first ordinary assembly of the House of Lords was held from the day immediately following arrival.

When I ascend to Alexandria Castle, the corner of the Royal Palace with the Earl of Teresia, the nobleman of beauty who keeps me close every year, Uncle Mordon Borderline, stops by as soon as he finds me and does so. I'm old enough to admire the beauty of being so deep and polished. Sir Mordon turned a grin and an unholy grin at me and, as always, gracefully rocked the finest silky hair to make a gentle rendition to the Count.

"In a good mood, Count Teresia, Viscount Cardia. Best of all, he sees me looking good again this year."

"Good mood, Lord Mordon. That doesn't look the same as last year. How is your son, too?

"Yeah, I'm growing up healthy, thanks to you"

"It's superimposed. I'll see you later…"

Exchange greetings gently. Count Teresia gives me the place and heads to his seat first.

It was already mutually recognised among the three that it was not the Earl of Teresia who liked Sir Mordon and wanted to get along, but me the same age as his son, and it was already the norm for the Earl to take me straight forward and off the scene.

"I'm in a good mood, Mordon Borderline Uncle. Thank you for celebrating your birthday this year."

I bow my head a little deeper than the congregation and show the roots of my hair as I normally gather in one for just a moment. Simply designed red jewellery hair decorations have been worn there this spring, given by the Maudon Borderline Bo Dynasty.

You didn't expect me to wear it from the first day, Sir Mordon was slightly surprised, and that's how he broke his expression as if it were the Great Wheel of Hua. That already looks dazzlingly innocent and happy.

"No, what, you're celebrating with my boys, so it's in return. But I'm so glad you put it on. Thank you, Viscount Cardia"

It was as if I saw my own daughter or something, and Sir Mordon's hand, who said so with a firm gaze with me, shook only slightly at the edge of his sight. Maybe he even wanted to stroke his head. Since this is the House of Lords, he seems to have squeezed his fingertips for a long time and suppressed his impulse, recalling that if he strokes the heads of other noblemen and so on, he will have a lot of awkwardness.

The urge is understandable to me because I realized last year that a child's head is a stroke. Nevertheless, I am certain that there are subtle emotions even if they are so easily incorporated into the subject who can stroke his head.

That's how he dropped the word gently, lurking his voice without letting that grin be slight

"─ Denzel bandits, who had been captured in jails at Knights headquarters, were said to have been executed this spring. That's the bandits you caught in your own territory."

... Where the hell would he buy such information from? When he told me something even the Earl of Teresia could not know, Lord Mordon went to his seat just after he had finished his business. It's already really elegant.

At all, it is so elegant and Rin that I want to imitate it. I'm talking about even if I imitate what he did to a man... Well, I usually wear knight costumes, and I told myself that I didn't mind admiring them... etc.

Nevertheless, has that bandit group - a group of agents from neighbouring countries who made it look like - been executed at last? The fact that he was executed means that he has been used.

Perhaps it doesn't make sense, but do you want to browse the Knights headquarters interview records later? Although there would be an 80% chance of it being written off.