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

When visiting the home of a noble lady who was to become a fiancée, I had never observed such occasions closely, so I wasn't sure what the norm was. However, I was confident that when Chris-oniisama visited Suzanna's family, it didn’t go like this.  

Even so, this seemed to be perfectly acceptable in Berisario.  

Father and Camille shook hands, finalizing plans for Father, Mother, and me to visit Luftanen when the café opened in March.  

I’d greet the king, report to Luftanen’s Spirit King, and hopefully squeeze in a bit of sightseeing.

"Take care of her. I’m counting on you," Father said, patting Camille on the shoulder with a heartfelt expression.  

**Trouble? What trouble?**  

I might elevate Eisdale Trading Company to unprecedented heights! Yet, the real problem was this: why am **I** the only one who has to change outfits again?  

"Why can’t I go to the palace dressed as I am now?"  

"That dress was chosen for meeting Camille-kun. For the official event, you must wear a gown befitting your status as the Fairy Princess."  

What’s the difference?  

"Then, is Camille or Mother changing outfits too?"  

"I’m already in a dress suited for the palace," Mother replied.  

"This is the only outfit I brought," Camille added.

**Just me?!**  

Outrageous. I protest!  

"This dress is perfectly fine, don’t you think?"  

"It’s adorable, which is the problem. At the palace, you’ll meet foreign dignitaries, some of whom are still scheming to marry you off."  

"…Maybe something less conspicuous is better," Camille muttered.  

"Camille, don’t let Chris-oniisama manipulate you!"  

No matter how much I complained, it was useless. Before I knew it, I was whisked away by maids, stripped of my dress, and slipped into a dark green gown. Depending on the lighting, it could almost pass for black.  

The good news: hair and makeup stayed untouched, so the process didn’t take long. The bad news: I felt utterly drained of energy.  

Despite the dark color, the gown was richly adorned with jewels and lace—not “plain” by any stretch.

"This looks elegant and subdued, but it’s still eye-catching," Chris-oniisama remarked.  

Mother and Father had already gone ahead to the palace. Camille and my brothers waited near the teleportation circle.

"Diadora attracts attention no matter what she wears," Camille said, sighing.  

"True," Chris-oniisama admitted, "but this outfit suits you. It gives you a more mature appearance."  

Even while hurrying to the teleportation circle, Chris-oniisama never missed a chance to compliment me. He took my hand and led me forward with the grace of a perfect escort.  

Still, if I’m going to stand out anyway, what was the point of changing outfits? Sure, the dress was more refined, giving me an unexpectedly adult aura. Maybe that’s what they mean by the “Fairy Princess” image.  

Was I expected to exude some mature, mystical vibe? Impossible.  

"By the way, do you meet your fiancée at the palace? The silver-haired beauty?" Camille asked Chris-oniisama.  

"Yes," came the curt reply, as he entered the teleportation room with a disinterested air.  

"You talk so much about Diadora but say nothing about your fiancée?"  

"Why should I share anything about Suzanna with another man?" Chris-oniisama retorted sharply.

**Wait, was that… possessiveness?**  

Oh no, did he just **dere**?!  

"Interesting," Camille said, smirking. Alan-oniisama also looked thoroughly amused. I had to stifle my laughter behind my fan.

"…What’s so funny?" Chris-oniisama grumbled.  

"As expected, Chris-oniisama, you’re quite possessive," I teased.  

"Not as much as someone who gifted a barretta with a color-changing stone," he shot back.  

Camille choked and averted his gaze.

"At least I communicate essential matters directly to the person," Chris-oniisama continued, pointedly.  

"…I do too!" Alan-oniisama protested.  

Chris-oniisama wasn’t someone to tease lightly.  

"Diadora surely understands…"  

"Don’t worry, I’ll hear everything during our girls' gathering."  

"What?"  

"Fufu, Suzanna and Patty are sure to have plenty to share."  

"Wait!"  

"Hey, Diadora!"  

Their flustered reactions were hilarious, but I barely noticed the attention we were drawing until we reached the palace. We had to part ways with Camille before heading to the audience chamber.

The chamber’s opulent furnishings no longer overwhelmed me. This was the norm when receiving foreign guests. Still, I wished they would spend the money on something more practical.

The royal family sat on an elevated platform. As the Fairy Princess, I stood near Monica, the fiancée of the Crown Prince. The rest of our family, along with other prominent nobles, stood slightly lower.  

One by one, dignitaries entered, offering congratulations and praises for Monica’s beauty and my presence as the Fairy Princess. Most followed a predictable pattern of pleasantries and exchanged gifts.

When the delegation from Stark Kingdom arrived, their demeanor was meticulously refined, but their subtle dissatisfaction with their own royalty couldn’t be hidden.  

The Emperor pressed the issue of their deteriorating relationship with the Spirit King. The Marquis from Stark hesitated but admitted that a history of negligence and a grave misunderstanding had led to their plight. The climax came when the Emperor addressed their lack of respect for the Spirit King’s former dwelling, now converted into royal estates and military bases.

I observed in silence, already knowing how deeply rooted Stark’s issues were. Their delegation left with the heaviest atmosphere of the day, dragging the shadow of a dying kingdom behind them.

Finally, it was Luftanen’s turn. The contrast was stark. Their delegation’s lively demeanor brought a refreshing change, lightening the room’s tension.  

After the formalities, discussions turned to Stark's agricultural collapse and the rising number of refugees. Luftanen was concerned but pragmatic, sharing insights on potential solutions.

Then came the shocking announcement:  

"Luftanen’s Spirit Kings have officially agreed to become my backers," Camille declared.  

**…What?!**

The entire room froze, the weight of those words sending ripples of tension through the air.