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:

It's a good stopping point, so this one is short.

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I arranged the writing materials and paper I brought to the table, then sat cross-legged directly on the floor. Taking a break with the tea and cookies Mia had left, I opened Wicky-kun.

Since I rarely use Japanese, I read the contents aloud in a whisper while taking notes and arranging them chronologically on the table.

Even when encountering Japanese, the nostalgic feeling I had when I was born has considerably faded.

I've grown to love my new family and friends, and I've started to see my current self as who I truly am, with my life in Japan gradually becoming a distant memory. Six years is a long time. I still feel sorry when I think of my Japanese parents, but if I were unhappy, it would be even more of a burden on them.

Alright, time to focus.

Wicky-kun organizes explanations based on the type of subject being researched.

For personal pages, a brief biography is written under the name, followed by a table of contents. Both the biography and each item in the table of contents are linked for easy navigation. This way, I can avoid reading irrelevant sections, like favorite foods or romantic affairs, if they aren’t necessary.

Naturally, I checked the sections on spirits.

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What I really wanted to see was their stance on spirits—whether they dislike them, want to coexist with them, etc. I wasn’t looking for the spirits' names.

So the wind spirit is named Fu-chan and the water spirit is named Mi-chan. They even added “-chan” to the names. This person is the type who changes their speech and tone in front of pets, aren't they? This is Duke Powell we're talking about.

That dandy gentleman calls his spirits Fu-chan… Actually, it’s quite endearing. My opinion of him has gone up.

He lost his wife, his children have grown up, and now he lives for his spirit beasts.

Born as the duke’s heir, he was brilliant and had never known failure. But everything changed with the previous emperor’s passing. His companions, who had supported the country together, were driven to the provinces, and those who remained in the center were only interested in magic tools, disregarding the spirits.

Still, it seems quite a few people from Duke Powell’s faction remain at court. Maybe they’ve been lying low, waiting for their time.

Currently, the faction with the most power in the central government is led by Marquess Cannadine and Marquess Bantock, who back His Majesty. Earl Dalimore’s family, the Treel Marquessate, also belongs to this faction.

Let’s see, Marquess Bantock is from the general’s family… Wait, what is this?

No way. I need to read the section on His Majesty as well.

“Diadora-sama, everyone is leaving now.”

“Don’t let anyone in.”

“Dia, I found out the names of the prince’s attendants and who introduced them.”

“Jin, get that from Alan onii-sama.”

The meeting is in two hours. Considering the need to explain things to my family, we have an hour and a half left.

Thirty minutes to summarize.

Oh… I also need to change clothes.

“Ahhhhh! I don’t have enough time!”

“Dia, what’s wrong?!”

“Open the door.”

Calm down. I don’t need to summarize everything. Just the key points.

Stay passionate, don’t give up, as someone from my previous world used to say.

“It’s alright. Just wait an hour. Someone, bring me a change of clothes.”

Damn it. I want to punch my two-year-old self who would just read through things and get excited!

The general’s section… Jean-sama’s section…

Oh no, this is bad. I’ve got goosebumps.

This could shake the very foundation of this country.

“Here’s your change of clothes.”

“Thank you.”

I stood up, changed clothes while following Wicky-kun’s links, roughly pulled out the pins in my hair and let it down, then tied it into a ponytail and braided it.

“Is this person introduced by Earl Dalimore? And this one too? And this person by Duke Rampling?”

Duke Rampling is Jean-sama’s friend, the visual kei guy. He looks like a bassist.

Bassist types often seem eccentric, but that’s not important now.

This is confusing. The relationships are too entangled.

And why are there so many mentions of assassination attempts and assassinations?

“There are a lot of assassinations around Earl Dalimore.”

Perhaps in a panic, they tried to push Jean-sama to power quickly and failed.

Assassinations this close to home? Things have turned grim.

I can’t keep going. I’ll have to summarize the rest later.

For now, I’ve finished preparing what I need for the meeting.

I opened the door dressed as a maid, holding the summarized papers, and found my family sitting in the reception room.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

I walked over to the sofa as I talked, slowly looking around at my family who were focused on me.

“Please read this paper I’ve written. Based on the information I’ve gathered, these are my conclusions, but they are just speculations for now. We’ll need to gather more evidence. But with testimonies from Duke Powell and Chancellor Sackler, we should be able to manage.”

“Dia? What’s this about?”

“I’ve decided to become Mito Komon!”

When I declared this with a clenched fist, Alan onii-sama hurriedly stood up and checked my temperature by placing a hand on my forehead.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I’m not crazy.”

“You’re always a bit off.”

“I think it’s related to what the crown prince intends to discuss at the meeting.”

“What do you mean?”

I thrust the paper at Kurisu onii-sama, who was leaning forward on the sofa. Although it only contained key points, it was organized chronologically in bullet points, so he should finish reading quickly.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up from overthinking. I want to sleep for a month.”

“Hibernate a little later.”

Alan onii-sama guided me to a single chair. With a secret meeting ahead, I left the explanations to others. I feel mentally exhausted.

“Father… This is worse than I thought.”

“But this is likely correct. Nadia, brace yourself before reading.”

“Yes. That phrase alone tells me enough about the content.”

“Let’s transcribe it. We need enough copies.”

What? Shouldn’t you be more surprised?

A six-year-old wrote this. It could significantly alter the future of this country.

I expected more questioning, but my family is too used to my eccentricity.

“Wait. Until we hear other opinions and testimonies at the meeting, we shouldn’t jump to conclusions about the contents of this paper.”

“True. But since you showed us this, the information here must be factual, right?”

“You stayed locked up, so you’re keeping how you found this a secret. I trust you, Dia, not to misuse such abilities.”

“Father, thank you. And normally, I can’t do this. It’s too much.”

Mostly, my concentration isn’t up to it.

I had to look at various perspectives to understand the truth, so I meticulously checked individual pages this time. I might have already forgotten some of the earlier content.

“We still need to verify it. It was wise to call Duke Powell.”

“Can we talk to the crown prince about this? His surroundings are full of Marquess Bantock’s men.”

“We could start with the tea party and have him leave early. Nadia, it’s almost time. Are you going?”

Shocked by the content, my mother had been covering her face with both hands since earlier.

“I’ll go. I can’t stay behind when my children are going.”

My mother stood up and hugged me and my brothers tightly together.

“You are smart and strong, beloved by the Spirit Kings. But none of that matters to me. You’re my precious children. Even Chris isn’t of age yet. Don’t overdo it. If anything happens to you, I’ll storm the Spirit King and turn this country into a desert. And Dia.”

“Yes?”

“You surprisingly look good in a maid outfit.”

Forcing a smile, I hugged my mother tightly in return.