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

Camille, still in his usual traditional attire, seemed to have been working at the royal palace. His outfit, likely his regular workwear, had fewer decorations, with more black parts compared to his formal wear, making him stand out amid the colorful crowd. Even if Shiro had explained the situation to him in advance, suddenly being teleported into a foreign palace amidst a large crowd would leave anyone a bit confused.

“It seems you’re safe… Are all the Spirit Kings here?” he asked, his expression softening upon noticing me by his side. Then, he scanned the surroundings with a wary gaze. The small spirit beasts floating above Camille’s head seemed uneasy, probably due to the surrounding Spirit Kings of the Empire and Luftanen.

“Yes, Shiro explained it to you, didn’t he?”  

“Well… yes, sort of…”  

『I told him everything! That Lady Ruri had summoned him and that Bejaia and Starke’s men were fighting over Diadora!』  

Ugh. Stop saying that so proudly. Camille’s mood is plummeting right beside me. He has so much to deal with right now. He greeted each of the Spirit Kings, bowed to the Crown Prince, and smoothly completed the formalities with the other country representatives.  

Unlike some prince or hero, Camille efficiently handled everything. I mean, that’s the bare minimum of what’s expected when you’re present as your nation’s representative.

“Ah, it’s been a while, hero of Bejaia. Since the peace negotiations, isn’t it?” Camille turned to face Bejaia’s hero, and his entire demeanor changed. Stepping forward to shield me, his voice took on a sharp, prickly tone, and his eyes narrowed with a hostile glare.

“This is surprising. It seems that the Duke of Eisdale is favored not just in his own country, but by the Spirit Kings of the Empire as well,” the hero replied.

A former enemy hero paired with a young duke—what a delightfully scandalous combination for the gossip-loving ladies. But reality isn’t that sweet. The dashing hero has an eye for beautiful women, and the young duke is a peculiar soul who’s taken a liking to the odd Fairy Princess.

“I didn’t expect your country to have the luxury of sending students abroad when things are in such turmoil,” Camille retorted.

That’s right. After a long war, Bejaia’s lands are ruined, with a shortage of young male workers, and securing enough food is a major challenge. Even Starke, struggling with desertification, relies on the Empire’s imports, yet their haughty attitude is baffling.

“The Wind Spirit King has been pestering me to secure an engagement with the Fairy Princess,” the hero revealed.  

“What?!”  

“Camille, wait. Gaio isn’t interested in children,” I intervened.  

“Wha—?!” Camille looked flabbergasted, having been ready to launch an attack just moments ago, only to hear Gaio’s disinterest.

“Some duke was also insistent that I keep my hands off,” the hero muttered.  

“Naturally. You philanderer,” Camille shot back, his voice dripping with venom.  

“Are you two friends?” I asked, almost teasingly.  

“Not at all,” Camille stated flatly. “His attitude during peace negotiations nearly caused them to fail at first. He doesn’t understand anything when you talk to him, but somehow, everyone ends up liking him in the end. It’s infuriating.”

Ah, he’s not inherently malicious. He just has a knack for getting close to people. However, he’s the type who earns the hatred of those who dislike him. For me, personally, I despise people who knowingly act this way because it burdens everyone around them.

“I actually liked her… but apparently, she’s engaged to the heir of Berisario,” Gaio admitted, gesturing towards Suzanna. Camille, seeing Chris standing beside her with a frozen stare, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.

“Do you have a death wish?” Camille asked pointedly.  

“Why? It’s better than pursuing your beloved Fairy Princess,” Gaio shot back.

What are they saying about me behind my back? And has the news of me and Camille being officially approved by the Berisario family already spread to foreign nations? Is Camille spreading it himself? Although, Brother Chris is staying silent… Perhaps Gaio is too outrageous for him to bother complaining to Camille.

“You insulted the Fairy Princess, who is the sister of Berisario’s future head, and tried to seduce his fiancée? Are you trying to start a war with Bejaia?” Camille asked icily.  

“Well, now that Berisario is…”  

“It’s not just Bejaia,” Chris interrupted.

Moving with Suzanna at his side, Chris nodded towards the Starke members, who were now seated on the floor in front of the Crown Prince’s table.

“Starke, too, has been persistently trying to take Diadora back to their country. Despite the situation where food rots the moment it reaches their capital without a Spirit nearby, they have the gall to act that way in front of His Highness,” Chris continued.

“I see. So, the prince of Starke is here as well. That’s convenient,” Camille noted, stepping up beside Chris, his eyes still sharp with hostility.

Aldert, feeling their combined pressure, stood up with a sullen look, while Cyprian, who had been sitting there pale-faced, was lifted up by Guillaume and the guards who rushed over to help him.

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped sending assassins after me. We have spirit beasts here, so it’s pointless,” Camille declared bluntly.

…Wait, what did he just say? Assassins? Against Camille?

“Stop with the false accusations!” Aldert snapped.  

“False accusations?” Camille asked with mock confusion.  

『It’s not a lie! Shiro caught them, and Camille’s spirit beasts dealt with them, and they were all from Starke!』 Shiro chimed in.

Spirit beasts can’t lie. And if Camille is saying this here, it must mean that Luftanen has already secured evidence.

“Assassins? Why?” I asked, though I knew the answer. It’s because of me. They see Camille as an obstacle.

“You can’t be serious!” Aldert’s face turned red with anger.  

“According to the captured assassin, the orders came from Count Elisarude,” Camille stated calmly.  

“Oh, that guy? He’s the ringleader of those thugs who abduct women from border towns. He takes on dirty jobs like this, huh?” Gaio muttered.

They’re trying to assassinate Camille while abducting women from other nations, and they still have the audacity to act so high and mighty? They think everything will be fine if they can just get me into their country?

“From now on, there’s no way I’m going to Starke or offering you any assistance,” I declared firmly.  

“W-Why would you choose a prince from such a small island nation?! Our country has a far older, nobler lineage!” Aldert protested.  

“So what?” I shot back.

There’s a difference between respecting your history and clinging to it.

“The Empire destroyed the Spirit Kings’ Forest, just like us! Why are they forgiven and we aren’t?” Aldert demanded, his frustration evident.

Does this prince really not understand? Probably not, given the adults around him likely share the same misguided beliefs and pass them on to their children.

“Yes, the Empire did anger the Spirit Kings once. But we acknowledged our wrongdoing and apologized, creating a new forest within the capital. Nobles and students with strong magical power regularly visit to help it grow. Now, the entire nation is encouraged to nurture spirits and protect their habitats. What have you done? Kidnap women? Attempt to assassinate Camille? You’re just committing crimes,” I said sharply.

Camille, noticing my clenched fists trembling with anger, gently took my hand and lightly shook it.

“I’m fine. Just calm down. The spirit beasts are about to pounce on Starke’s men,” Camille cautioned.

The spirit beasts, reacting to my anger, had encircled the members of Starke, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. This could be a huge problem if the Fairy Princess were to harm foreign dignitaries.

“No, Diadora’s anger is justified,” Chris said coldly. “And I can’t let things remain as they are between our nations.”

The people of Lilburn and Duchamp, who had been conversing with the Spirit Kings, turned their attention to us. Even Keith and the others were standing by Moana and Makani, on alert. If assassins had been sent against Camille, they must have been living on edge this entire time.

Since when? Did Brother Chris know? Did the Crown Prince? Father?

“I am the heir to the Berisario family,” Chris continued. “I cannot overlook insults to my sister, my fiancée, or myself. This is a hostile action against Berisario. Furthermore, the disrespect shown in the presence of His Highness cannot be ignored.”

His words echoed through the now-silent room. Calling it a hostile action against Berisario carries heavy implications—this is turning into an international incident.

“What shall we do, Your Highness?” Chris asked.

The Crown Prince, still seated, tilted his head slightly and spoke with a grin.

“Marquess of Berisario, I’m sure you have something to say.”

With a gleeful expression, the Crown Prince called out to Father, who had been standing at the back of the room.

“May I speak?”  

“Of course,” the Crown Prince replied.  

“It seems that Starke and Be

jaia are under the mistaken impression that they can act however they please in such a setting, without the Empire taking action. Leaving this unchecked would damage the Empire’s dignity,” Father stated.

“That’s true. I can’t let Gaio and Cyprian’s behavior go unchecked either. Perhaps we should halt food exports,” the Crown Prince mused.

“What?!”  

“…”

The members of both countries turned pale upon hearing this exchange. What did they expect?

“That’s right,” Father continued. “This was supposed to be a gathering of children. Although one of them is an eighteen-year-old count and the other a nineteen-year-old prince, their nations chose to treat them as children by sending them here instead of to formal events starting the day after tomorrow. We should evaluate the official representatives’ attitudes and responses to this matter, but for now, let’s have them return to their countries.”

Are we really just letting them go like this? Both nations were incredibly disrespectful!

“Diadora,” the Crown Prince addressed me, still lounging casually in his chair. “It would be troublesome to escort them all the way to the port. You wouldn’t want them entering Berisario’s castle either, would you?”

I nodded, understanding that the Crown Prince’s behavior was meant to showcase his authority.

“Send them directly back to the port. Use that wall over there,” he instructed.  

“Yes, Brother Andy,” I replied with a smile.

As soon as I answered, Gaio and the others from Starke stared at me in shock. What? Is it so strange that I’m close with the Crown Prince?

“Ifree, help me out,” I requested.

I mounted Ifree’s back as usual and began tracing a line from the corner of the wall upward towards the ceiling with my finger. Once I reached the top, I moved horizontally.

“Connect it to the usual place,” I instructed.  

“Got it!” Ifree cheerfully responded.

Father had ordered me to connect the space to the storage wall at Glasspool’s port. I usually create these “doors” whenever we need to transport goods or large groups of people from the castle. If I suddenly opened a doorway in an unexpected place, everyone would be startled, right? Well, they’d be startled either way, I suppose. That’s why I always link it to the same location. Also, it seems more reassuring to have a door in a wall rather than opening space out of thin air.

This time, even though it wasn’t necessary, I made the doorway quite large. No more trying to make people believe I’m just a quiet, well-mannered lady. People hear rumors about me and underestimate me because I’m a girl. That can’t continue. I need them to realize that angering me is dangerous. Otherwise, Camille and my friends might continue to be in danger.

After reaching the end of the wall, I descended back down. I could feel numerous eyes on my back and hear small murmurs. Say whatever you like. The Crown Prince had warned me before, but knowing now that Camille’s life was at stake made me too angry and worried to stand idly by.

Once the preparations were complete, I stepped down from Ifree and stood in the center of the area I had enclosed with the lines. A light tap with my finger, and the wall vanished with a *whoosh*, revealing the scenery of Glasspool’s port.

“Whoa,” I muttered in surprise.

Because there, lined up as if waiting to welcome me, stood rows of Berisario soldiers. In the bright sunlight, their turquoise uniforms shone brilliantly. The insignia on their uniforms fluttered in the wind, reflecting light.

Beneath their feet, spirit beasts were lined up, and spirits floated above their heads. And in the distance, I could see navy ships with more soldiers lined up on their decks.

“Salute His Highness the Crown Prince!”  

At Father’s command, the soldiers simultaneously drew their swords slightly, making a sharp clinking sound as they returned them to their sheaths, then struck their heels together and placed their hands over their hearts.