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

The agenda for that day began after the extinction crisis in the Kingdom of Lindar, which is still widespread in the King's capital.

The four principalities, situated in the centre of the four principalities and seeking to name the kingdoms of Lindar, which cannot be historically ignored, cannot be ignored.

Then again, it becomes necessary to incorporate its national territory as that of the Principality of the Union, but in the Kingdom and the Principality there is a huge difference in treatment in the international community. If you don't want to be treated like a misadventurer for a country you just founded, you can't do something uninhabited to avoid buying the useless manners of the surrounding countries.

Since the Kingdom of Lindar is geographically surrounded by the four principalities, it is impossible to make it prolonged by the intervention of other countries. This means that the kingdom is destined to fade definitively and to be erased from its existence.

As for the Kingdom of Arksia, then, the most important matters will be when the complete destruction of the Kingdom of Lindar will take place and when the establishment of the Principality of the Union will take place. It takes time and expense to mobilize soldiers in defense and to be vigilant. It seemed like the same thing for everyone to want to get accurate information and use that effort only when it was right.

"Somehow, I wish I could get more information..."

The nobles roar with their heads. The current Arxia is too closed and neglected information from other countries. It's only natural because only diplomatic ambassadors and a few merchants are sources.

If we can't open up the country and send information to each other, I think we should create an organization for intelligence. Well, is it too late to know the Lindar situation where I've made it now?

Nevertheless, an intelligence agency... I've never gotten past much information. Should we think about setting up such an institution for the Cardian army as well? No, I'm talking about where you're going to source people like that.

I was wondering if you could make a statement.

As I skipped my head about the hard work and the delusions of the Legion of Spies among the wandering aristocrats, a good word came to my ear.

A low, old voice with no pale discouragement. It belonged to the Marquis of Nordstelm, the great aristocrat of the North, who had been forced to remain vigilant for two years.

"... Yes, please, Marquis Nordstelm"

The nobility of the presenter, who was surprised for a moment, immediately repairs his expression and gives permission to the Marquis to speak. The hall became quiet as it hit.

"I want information about the Kingdom of Lindar, you heard a few voices. If I may, I have a personal handover for Pranates. I can get a little bit of it, but what do we do?

... Heh. To Pranates, a personal handover. To Denzel, isn't that a mistake?

I snorted at the magnificent way of saying it, and in my chest it was magnificent. As for this one holding information on the Denzel bandits, it is the word of a fountain. I was wondering if the anti-Arksian terrorist organization in Denzel is getting along better than Planates.

"Oh, oh. Is it true, it's comforting"

But Nordstelm, who lends gold, is also sure to be a home with connections to all sides. The nobles were happy to jump on the proposal, even though they thought they had a deep personal relationship with merchants entering and leaving the friendly country of Planates.

Marquis Nordstelm, who successfully rolled through the House of Lords and inadvertently let a gloomy grin come to his satisfaction, turns his gaze to me only for a moment. Malicious lighted eyes looked around the entire House of Lords through me like I made a fool of myself.

"Well, I asked you, Viscount Cardia. May the guidance of Mitholua God be with you."

A high priest of the Church of Arksha bows his head towards me. Right behind it, Viscount O'Grain, Nordstelm's hipster wipes, was turning a nasty grin at Nitanita without even showing him the bare gesture to hide it at all.

"... Yes, I accept. Be sure to do it right."

When I managed to contain my cheeks from cramping, a much flat, inorganic voice reply came out of my throat. If you peek into the mirror now, you must have blue muscles standing on my forehead and temples.

I was pushed into trouble. Moreover, it was the Earl of Augrain who pushed it. Absolutely the Marquis Nordstelm will be pulling the thread behind it, this very troublesome request.

─ ─ At the end of the House of Lords' first regular rally of the year, he took part in a medium-sized ball that somehow left him in a mood for the unpleasant grin of the Marquis Nordsterm. Sometimes it was a night club early in the season, and while a good number of people gathered, I already had a bad feeling the moment I saw Count O'Grain bring a high priest over here.

I should have told them I didn't feel well and run away.

I was pushed to take care of what I just thought was a crooked gut, and that's how I finally understood the meaning of that malicious glance that the Marquis Nordstelm showed me in the House of Lords.

"By order of a high priest, I dissolve the discord between the son of Count Augrain and his fiancée, hey. You've pushed me a lot of hard times."

Softly slap my shoulder sinking into regret as Lord Mordon comforts me when he hears the circumstances from Claudia.

"There are no specifications, anyway, even if I ran away tonight, they would have sent me in writing, so I wouldn't have refused to say what happened. Nevertheless, I come up with troublesome things at really troublesome times. You've got a lot of guts to look down on, too, those guys."

Lord Mordon dared blur his words. Included therein is, of course, the Nordstelm faction.

"... right. I'm not asking you to completely change your mind about a 16-year-old woman who just turned nine this year."

It was also purposefully pulled out to the high priest so I could never say no.

There is no way to say no to me, the Viscount of the province, when I am brought up to the power of the Church to observe the law and ask you to help me facilitate this fringe in order to preserve order.

It really pushed me through a very troublesome time.

"Did the other woman call you a Rogue Shea? If you're a Roguesian, you're a nobleman in the Grunfeld region."

Claudia, who saw all of the series of exchanges as my samurai, is also a reluctant face on the boulder.

Speaking of aristocracy in the Grunfeld region, are we not those who have the tendency for the will and opinions of women to be almost completely ignored in the first place? I have no idea what it means to go out of your way to change the mind of a young lady who will never be respected during this busy time. If you are a woman in that part of the world, you should be forced to submit to the words of your father and grandfather, apart from your will.

"... Anyway, you have to get acquainted with the lady for now. I wish the Earl of Teresia had a handout."