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

Borderline uncle, is classified as a senior nobleman in Arxian aristocratic society.

The role given to the Borderlands uncle is essentially that of retaining a stronghold as a nation. For example, if you are a court nobleman in Wangdu, you have been given a frontier berth by a person entrusted with the role of deputy secretary or higher of important work such as finance, covering the most important defense bases facing the frontier and a significant proportion of the country's food if you are a lord nobleman, or the origin of rare products designated by the House of Lords.

Therefore, the total number of nobles above the peripheral bourgeoisie varies in digits compared to that of the countenance nobility. Only a handful of the great nobles take their name to the throne.

The Mordon Frontier Border Territory is a typical concrete example of the origin of its rare products. Until previous generations it was treated as merely a lower Earl Territory, but various gems are now produced by territorial development, among them two rare gems, recited to the Borderline Uncle for Esmarat and Vaardaria.

"Thank you for coming tonight, Count Cardia. It's usually a really small night club because I'm about to sleep alone, but I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"No, it is an honor to invite you to celebrate the birth of your son, Lord Mordon."

Dressed in Justcole with a first-class vardaria stitched to her beautiful dark blue eyes, Uncle Mordon Borderline laughs glamorously with a youthfulness that is hard to believe she still has a son my age.

Stand behind it, a castle-like building. I dare not touch the words of his sleepovers.

It is one of the top noble city mansions in the country. The magnitude and value of it is also difficult to measure in my values, which are the insignificant junior lords of the Viscount.

"... so why am I entering through the back entrance?

That, in the back entrance of a wonderful mansion, for some reason I was put through. Borderline uncle changed his grin like a prank, then a cuter quote,

"As a matter of fact, my beloved son Lucius is a fan of yours. I was just wondering if you could talk to me about next year's admissions."

Etc. I held my head.

You should be in and out of Wang Capital frequently, but how has Uncle Borderline's behavior changed slightly, or my pace,... There is something abrupt about saying it without choosing a word.

With such a beautiful appearance and soft waist, it would be because of his character that he is treated as nothing more than a circle of Chinese in Wang Du's social circle. He is too casual. You have too strong a character as a lord and nobleman of the land.

"I wanted to talk to you about that a little earlier. I already left my gift at your house."

"Fine, nothing. The gift is yours. [M] If you would just babysit me for a little while during the gathering of the nobles."

"I don't care if they give it to me on their own.... and you're an unusual son to my fans. The only name I've sold is notoriety."

With a light slap, Lucius is guided to the room that he is holding back.

Signs of much confusion came from the three children of the samurai who follow behind them silently. I had informed them beforehand that Uncle Borderline was a slightly different person, but he was not to the extent that he had changed slightly to them, who only had familiarity with the noble children of Wang Du.

During the refrain, there was a still small child who blued his face with nervousness, and Zephyr, who could forgive it like a brother.

The child would be Lucius. My father gave me silver hair with emerald-like eyes that were brighter in color than Zephyr's, but my face was similar to that of my mother, and I was a poor girl.

"... Oh, brother. I knew I couldn't. When I think about greeting, my chest hurts and I can't stand it..."

"'Cause it's okay. Lucius can do it right. Much better than I was last year. Teachers would have complimented him that way, wouldn't they?

"But, brother, I always get scolded for not staying with my wife and speaking clearly like my brother... I can't speak well. I knew I couldn't."

"My father and I follow you when you say hello. So you don't have to worry so much, calm down. Yes, breathe -, puke -, suck -, suck -, suck -"

Lucius continued to inhale as he was told, swelling his lungs to the limit. He coughed up his cheeky cheeks, and stumbled upon Zephyr tearfully tearful. Zephyr's pranky grin at accepting it with a cool face was a melon to the Mordon Borderline Uncle thing I saw earlier.

The impression was not very similar, but it is similar in comparison. Isn't it the other way around?

"Zephyr, it's hard to lose Lucius too much mood before he goes out into the hall."

The Mordon Borderline uncle calls out to it with a grin as he dulls.

Father, when he realized that he looked back, his brother saw me behind Uncle Borderline and solidified. If a classmate comes in suddenly from the back door with his father taking him in, well, it would be natural to be surprised.

Besides, I'm turning down Zephyr's invitation. It is entirely his father's fault.

I waved to Zephyr, who remained solidified for now, wondering what to do.

"... Cardia?

"Good evening, Zephyr"

"Huh? Why? Because I have an appointment today..."

"Oh, so it's an appointment. Uncle Borderline, a prankster, invited you to celebrate the birth of your son, but for some reason the invitation said to lay low on your son."

I apologize for accepting your invitation a few days ago. No, I have no idea what Borderline Uncle is thinking either where he was seen so seriously. Even though I'm confused, I just had to ride with my previous relationship, so if you want to say anything, tell your father.

"... Father?

"Hmm? It would be natural for me to send an invitation to my friend, wouldn't it?

With a really good smile, Uncle Mordon Borderline ran out of words, and I lay down my eyelids in disdain. No, this guy, he's just moving to make fun of his loving son.

However, I could see proper parent-child trust there. Even I, the outsider who is dissatisfied but tolerant of Zephyr's prank that means nothing to your father, will soon find out.

I was just a little envious of that.

For the record, it seems Zephyr said that Lucius was nowhere near public speaking with me, and I ended up killing time by talking appropriately with Zephyr.

I guess it's a good thing you didn't turn out to give the gift directly. Probably because in that way, he would have been left with no greetings to the invitees either.

Then the tension went where, and Lucius was working his excitement in a good direction to greet the guests brilliantly, so this time he was good at one or two Mordon Border Uncles who knew his sons well. I'm really sorry I thought it was different or something. The boulder is the boundaries of the opponent. Though I can't help but worry about my children.