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

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**Author Notes:**  

Romantic Fantasy! (There, I said it.)

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Moana appeared, her voice filled with anger, unlike her usual gentle tone. Her face was expressionless, as if devoid of any emotion.

"...Seirei-ou... Why...?"

Today, Moana was also dressed in attire resembling the traditional clothing of Luftanen. The sheer blue garment over her deep blue dress swayed in the wind, and the waves beneath her floating form were stronger than before, crashing and retreating more forcefully. With her usual cheerful expression gone, Moana's ethereal beauty as the Seirei-ou stood out even more, making her look truly otherworldly.

‘Why, you ask? Do you really think I would allow you to approach the Fairy Princess?’

The third prince cowered behind Count Bosuman, while the fourth prince, who had apparently never seen a Seirei-ou before, collapsed in fear. How could either of them possibly think they were fit to be king?

"I was told the Seirei-ou should not interfere in human affairs. The current Crown Prince is neglecting West Island. I am only trying to set things right. That island belongs to me."

‘Oh? West Island belongs to you? I wasn't aware of that.’

Without a sound, Makani, the Seirei-ou of the Wind who oversees West Island, appeared next to Moana. His shoulder-length hair was a shade of green, and his long bangs hid his eyes. His form-fitting clothes were layered with a light, toga-like fabric fluttering in the wind. Among the Seirei-ou I knew, he had one of the younger-looking appearances, though perhaps it was just because his face was half-covered.

"Well, perhaps it's presumptuous of me to say it's mine, but my family has protected that land for generations..."

‘Generations? Your family has been nobility for what, a hundred years? How many generations can you go back before that? I’ve been guarding that land for over five hundred years, long before Luftanen was even founded. When exactly did that island become yours?’

"But... But I..."

‘If that island truly belongs to you, then why did you let Nicodemus in? You failed to protect it, you needed help, yet all you do is claim your rights. That island is not just for humans.’

Count Bosuman, who had drawn his chin back and remained silent, suddenly turned his gaze to me.

"Perhaps the Fairy Princess would choose the third prince to be the representative of West Island."

Camille's hand, which had been shielding me behind him, slid to my shoulder, pulling me close as if to declare that he would never hand me over.

"The Seirei were taken from him by Moana; she would never choose him!"

‘Dia, are you choosing the third prince?’

"What? No way. What a fool."

"Wh-Why?! I said I would make you my queen!"

There's always someone you just can't communicate with, no matter where you go. But when they're this stupid, it goes beyond just a language barrier.

"Do you think I would ally with someone like you, who killed Seirei in league with the Nicodemus cult? Unthinkable."

I turned my head away from the third prince with a scoff. Even though this was our first meeting, his attitude suggested he thought he already understood me. That kind of arrogance was a major turn-off. He'd even subtly insulted my family! There was absolutely no reason for me to like him.

"Count Bosuman, do you truly believe that cooperating with this man, who brought the Nicodemus cult to West Island, is in the best interest of the island?"

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up! A brat from North Island has no right to meddle in the affairs of West Island!"

"That's why we should've just drugged the Fairy Princess and taken her!"

The fourth prince, who had stumbled back to his feet, wobbled towards us with a grin.

"Women, you see, will do whatever you say if you beat them a few times after drugging them."

"Idiot, shut up!"

"Or throw them into a dungeon crawling with bugs..."

The fourth prince fell back onto the sand with a laugh after being shoved by the third prince.

"Ha ha ha! Look at that, the Seirei-ou! Even after killing Zol, they couldn’t lay a hand on me. Showing up now is too little, too late!"

Ah, as expected, he’s been drugged. His eyes weren't focused at all. Moana still had an expressionless face, but she was probably quite angry. The waves were reaching heights that would delight any surfer.

"Ruri, that man tried to hurt me."

If we leave Moana unchecked, this could turn into a natural disaster. It’s best to settle this quickly.

‘I heard.’

As Ruri appeared behind us, a refreshing scent enveloped us.

"That third prince and this Count Bosuman sent all those men to chase me down. It looked like they were trying to capture me by surrounding me."

‘You must have been terrified.’

"Yes, I was very scared."

‘We cannot ignore those who try to harm the Fairy Princess, who has our backing.’

His tone is so flat. Even though we rehearsed this, Ruri’s acting is terrible.

‘But this is Luftanen. They are Luftanen citizens. Moana, I trust the Seirei-ou of Luftanen will take care of those who tried to harm the Fairy Princess?’

‘Leave it to me. I won’t let anyone who tries to harm the Fairy Princess, who has helped Luftanen, get away with it.’

‘Yes, leave it to us.’

The wind picked up, and waves crashed loudly behind us. The fourth prince continued laughing like a madman, while the third prince, his face full of fear, tried to run away.

"It was a trap! You let the third prince escape on purpose to lure me out!"

Is that so?! If that’s the case, the Crown Prince is quite cunning. Perhaps he intended to resolve all the issues with West Island here and now.

"Gwaaah..."

Before Count Bosuman's scream echoed, Camille placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed it against his shoulder.

"Don't look."

"But—"

"You don't need to bear the trauma, Dia."

The surrounding noise faded away. It was likely that the Seirei or Ruri had created a barrier around me. Everyone was protecting me, leaving me with nothing to see or hear. Should I really be fine with just doing nothing?

Given my involvement in this matter, shouldn't I see it through to the end? But if this gives me nightmares and keeps me awake, my family wouldn’t forgive Camille. They might even blame Ruri for bringing this matter to me. Before that, Ruri and Camille would probably feel responsible. So, it’s best to just stay still, pressing my forehead against Camille’s shoulder… still… still… Wait, what position am I in?

Camille’s hand was on my shoulder, holding me close, and his other hand was on the back of my head. Wasn't he fully embracing me?! No, no, no, this is an emergency, so it can't be helped. He’s just protecting me, that’s all. But still, it's so close. The more I think about it, the closer it feels. If I glance sideways, Camille’s face is right there.

With a stern expression, he stared straight ahead. I wonder what he’s thinking. Could it be the reflection of the older brother who played with me when I was little? His jawline seemed a bit more defined, and his neck—was that… an Adam’s apple? An Adam’s apple? Why does that suddenly seem… attractive… sensual…

I get it, okay? Of course, men have Adam’s apples; it’s not something that needs to be hidden. Feeling that it's sexy is just me being weird. But there are people who obsess over the jawlines or throats of male characters when drawing doujinshi, right? Some people feel that way about a man's features! I’m not one of them, though. Not usually. But now, I can’t help but realize—he’s a boy. The opposite sex. I’m suddenly aware of it like never before.

Actually, hands are more important to me. Long fingers, thick knuckles—a man's hand feels strong. Camille's hands, whether they are like that or not, shouldn’t matter to me, but… as I think that, my gaze drifts… Wait! Were my shoulders always this slim? When we held hands earlier, I noticed how different his hands were from mine. Could he grab a basketball with just one hand? His fingers are long, his knuckles thick. Not delicate like a noble's hands, but the hands of a man who wields a sword. Oh no, is this the suspension bridge effect? My heart is pounding. Pounding so hard it feels like it could leap out of my chest, breaking through my ribs. No, that would be a splatter scene.

Besides, this is not the time to be thinking about these things. People have died here! Keep your cool, Diadora. Let’s stay composed.

I raised my head and stepped away from Camille, moving closer to Ruri. Right now, Ruri is the closest thing to a guardian here, and if I were to collapse for any reason, I would need her support, so I quickly turned to face behind me.

"It's over now."

Just as Camille said, there was nothing there anymore. The fourth prince, who had been laughing hysterically, the third prince, who had glared at me with displeasure, Count Bosuman, and all the men who had surrounded us—every single one of them had disappeared

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**Author Notes:**  

Because she is Dia...

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