The Reincarnated Count's Daughter Is the Strongest as She Is Loved by the Spirits, Though She Is Only Wishing for Regular Romance!

As we wandered around for nearly three hours, browsing stalls and watching street performers, there was still no contact from the enemy.  

Are they even trying?

"Should we find a place to eat? You must be hungry by now."  

"But if we eat now, depending on how things go later, I might end up throwing up."  

"What kind of situation are you imagining?"

We’re going to have to kill the Third Prince and the Fourth Prince, right?  

I understand that they’re criminals who have committed countless sins, and I get why Camille and Moana want revenge.  

If someone killed my family, I’d want to tear them apart too.  

Even though we’re told that revenge is wrong, I can’t honestly bring myself to say that, either according to the norms of this world or my own feelings.  

But since I’ve never witnessed someone being killed before, even if I’m prepared, I don’t know how I’ll react when it happens.

"Are you prone to throwing up? Alan mentioned that you often get sick."  

"No, that’s not true! I just used to feel nauseous when I’d run out of magic power as a child."

What are you saying, Alan?  

Are you trying to sabotage my chances by making Camille back off with unnecessary information?  

It’s sad that it’s true, though.

'Don’t stop moving.'

A sudden voice between Camille and me made me jump, and when I looked up, I saw a wind spirit floating around.  

Whose spirit is that? It’s hard to tell when they’re in this form.

'Farce found them. They’re behind you and to the right. He’s ready.'  

"Got it. Proceed according to plan."  

'Roger that.'

Most people here have spirits, so seeing them float around is normal, and nobody pays much attention.  

Since Farce made it here with just the spirits, he must be close by.

"Let’s move to a less crowded area."  

"Let’s make them chase us. We’ll pretend we noticed them and started running away in a panic. But I’ll be slow and clumsy because I’m a noble lady, right?"  

"Alright. Let’s head to the beach."  

"Wait, if we fight there and damage any buildings, it’ll be a problem."  

"What exactly are you planning? The Fairy King won’t go on a rampage."

Oh, right.  

The Fairy King could wipe out humans in an instant.

"…Okay, let’s head to that sandy beach over there."

Camille glanced back briefly before taking my hand and starting to run.  

Holding one hand with Camille, I lifted my skirt slightly with the other as we navigated through the crowd, dodging people—just like a heroine being chased by villains and saved by a hero.  

At this pace, I’m far from desperate, and I could keep running for a long time.  

These commoner clothes and shoes are great for running. They’re made for work, with skirts loose enough to let me move freely.  

As soon as I started running steadily, I realized this wasn’t how a noble lady should run, so I made myself stumble a bit and ran more awkwardly.

"Hey, Camille, how far is the beach from here?"  

"You’re running and still not out of breath?"  

"What are you talking about? I train at the practice grounds every day. Let me show you the results of my hard work."  

"Please don’t. We need them to keep chasing us."

This is much easier to handle than the uncertainty of not knowing when or where the enemy might strike.  

My arm feels a bit sore from being pulled, but as we turned a corner and dashed through a narrow alley, heading toward the harbor and then turning right to run parallel to the sea, the crowd thinned out, and I could finally see the people chasing us.

Despite being nobles and former princes, they’re all dressed in worn-out commoner clothes. Half of them are even in aloha shirts! This world has really embraced them. Curse you, Wise King.  

There are about twenty of them? They seem to be gathering more as they go, so the number might double eventually.  

There are only a few who look like nobles; the rest might be former warriors or adventurers. Some could be commoners too.  

Is this the Third Prince’s faction? It’s small. Or maybe there are more waiting somewhere?  

They’re not even trying to hide anymore, shouting, "Don’t lose them! Corner them!" as they chase after us.

"Heh heh heh, just as planned."  

"Why do you look like the biggest villain here?"

Camille seems calm, too.  

Even though he’s finally facing the people who killed his brother.  

The Fourth Prince killed the Second Prince, Zol, and the Third Prince might have been the mastermind behind it all, tricking the Fourth Prince and using him. The Third Prince also tried to kill Camille, resulting in the deaths of many, including his nurse, cooks, and guards.  

Moana probably wants to take down the Fourth Prince, and Camille wants to take down the Third Prince.

"This way."

We ran out of town, down a road flanked by forests on either side, and suddenly turned left. Beyond the trees, a white sandy beach and blue sea stretched out before us. So this was a windbreak forest.  

We descended a simple staircase made of flat stones and continued running on the sand.  

Thinking they had cornered us, the enemy blocked our way back to the road and spread out to surround us.

"At last, we’ve got you cornered, Camille!"

The one who came forward, panting heavily, must be the Third Prince.  

Has his time in prison taken a toll on his stamina?  

No, the young man in the aloha shirt behind him is also bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath. Their lazy lifestyle must have caught up with them.

"Well, well, the escaped convict. You look healthy."  

"Y-you!!"

So this is the Third Prince?  

Didn’t someone say he was good-looking?  

To me, the standard for good looks is my family.  

What part of this guy is supposed to be good-looking?

"Prince, please calm down. You’re scaring the Fairy Princess."

Since Camille was in front of me, I subtly leaned around his shoulder to get a glimpse of the man who spoke.

"Count Bosuman, I’m surprised you would go so far as to support a criminal by betraying your comrades."  

"He’s no criminal. He’s the rightful heir to the throne."

So, this is Count Bosuman.  

In short, he’s a tough-looking old man with thinning hair, more of a grandpa than a middle-aged man.  

He has a large nose, thick eyebrows, and deep wrinkles around his mouth and between his brows.  

He always looks like he’s in a bad mood.

"Now, hand over the Fairy Princess."  

"Wait, Bosuman. That will frighten the princess. My lady, that man is deceiving you. Please listen to me."

His voice is good—unnecessarily sweet.  

But with that voice and that lighthearted expression, he just seems shady.  

Maybe being moderately good-looking is ideal for a con artist. If he were too handsome, people would be more suspicious.

"Are you the former Third Prince?"  

"…I am not ‘former.’ I was framed by the Crown Prince’s conspiracy. I’m the rightful heir to the throne, not that man."  

"And him?"

I gestured toward the young man who had finally caught his breath.  

He looked even more frivolous.  

With shoulder-length hair and a flashy aloha shirt, he wore jangly accessories on his neck and wrists.  

It’s ruining the whole fantasy world vibe.  

And he looks so unhealthy—dark circles under his eyes and extremely skinny.

"Don’t mind him."  

"W-what?! Count Bosuman said if the Fairy Princess liked me, I could become king!"  

"That’s absurd."

They’re probably poisoning him, right?  

With no allies among the southern island nobles, the Fourth Prince is just a nuisance.

"Fairy Princess, may I call you Lady Diadora? I heard you’re only eleven years old. It’s terrible for the Empire to use you as a diplomatic tool."

The former Third Prince started speaking again.

"It’s okay. I know you don’t want to live that kind of life. Come with me, and we’ll live in this country together. I’ll make you the queen of this land."  

"I have no intention of marrying a royal heir."  

"Oh, you must be mistaken. The Crown Prince of the Empire must have given you orders to do things for him, right? Telling you what you can and can’t do, tying you up in restrictions. But don’t worry. I won’t do that. Isn’t Berisario just as bad? They make you work for the company, using you for profit, right?"

This guy is such an idiot.  

He’s so ridiculous it’s almost refreshing.

"Come, princess, come to me. That man is of low birth. Being with him will only bring you misfortune."  

"By the way…"

I brought my hand to my chin and looked up at the sky.  

The enemy had all gathered on the beach.  

There’s no risk of getting any civilians involved now.

"Everyone keeps calling you the Third Prince and Fourth Prince, but I just realized I don’t know your names."  

"W-what… Well, that’s because… My name is…."  

"Oh, it’s fine. There’s no need to know. After all, we’ll never meet again. Even if I heard your

 name now, it would be pointless, right? Don’t you think, Moana?"

‘Is he the one who killed Zol?’

The sound of waves behind me seemed to grow a little louder.  

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