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:

Kivera Country → Bejaia Country Correction made.

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"Is this position good? Are you okay?”

“It’s fine. Oh, you’ve grown again.”

Yes, it's going well.

Since it would be a shame to damage the pillars of this luxurious house, Mia holds a long board to measure my height every month.

I’ve finally turned ten years old. This winter, I’ll be entering the academy!

My height is steadily increasing, and I'm almost catching up to my height in my previous life. People in this world are tall. I think the average height here, excluding Norland, is about the same as in the Netherlands, which had the highest average height in my previous world. Including Norland, the average height here is much higher.

It’s not just height.

While some areas are still developing, I've inherited my mother’s genes, so I’m destined to have a great figure. I already have a waistline. Isn’t that amazing?

In my previous life, I was a thirty-something with an unhealthy lifestyle and a lack of exercise, so my lower abdomen was... What’s a waistline?

But now it’s different!

A flat stomach with a waistline, long limbs, and shiny golden hair. I’m a cute ten-year-old girl with purple eyes, packed with elements that would make some older brothers fall for me!

Except I’m treated as non-human.

About four years have passed since that stormy day. My surroundings have been very peaceful.

There are rumors that if you anger the Fairy Princess, your entire family will be wiped out, or that she orders around the Crown Prince and the Spirit King. People might think of me as some sort of hidden boss. Well, not hidden since I don’t hide.

Compared to that, the central turmoil after that was severe. Forty-one people died. Twelve of them were children.

The poisoner was announced to be from the Nikodemus cult, which led to witch hunts. The country officially banned the Nikodemus cult, and entry inspections from across the strait became even stricter.

The Emperor and the General took responsibility for the Spirit Forest incident and the poisoning case by abdicating the throne to the Crown Prince. They announced they would gradually retire from public duties to raise the young Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince is fifteen this year. He’s already about 180 cm tall.

Standing with his earth-attribute spirit beast in the form of a great eagle and his water-attribute spirit beast in the form of a snow leopard, his appearance is dignified, and his popularity is rapidly increasing. Supported by the three frontier families and Duke Powell, he’s greeted with louder cheers each year when he appears on the terrace for New Year’s and birthday celebrations.

Initially, the populace was clamoring for the heroic and beautiful Empress couple, but as they saw the new leader growing, they began to warm up to him. Now, there are fewer voices lamenting the hero’s departure.

The General and the Emperor were given lands in the provinces, where they are practically under house arrest. It’s ironic since they are now treated the same as Jean-sama.

I heard Jean-sama and his spirit beast were turned into sand by Amber. Considering his life circumstances from childhood, he had many pitiful aspects, and since his spirit beast wanted to go with him, it was a special treatment.

There are no remains when you turn into sand, and since it wasn’t a public execution, there are still occasional rumors that he might be alive somewhere.

I confirmed through Wiki-kun that he’s no longer in this world, and I cried alone in my room that day.

The friends I invited to the dinner party witnessed the incident, were targeted themselves, or lost friends, which left emotional scars. They had trouble sleeping, had nightmares, lost their appetite, and experienced flashbacks.

Noble parents are often absent, especially during the social season, sometimes not seen for weeks. Spending sleepless nights in a large, empty mansion without family is too lonely. But we had each other, who shared the same experience. In such times, we would gather at someone’s house, cry our hearts out, and sleep together like a big pile.

It's fortunate that we’re all noble daughters with teleportation circles in our mansions. We could gather as easily as going to the next room.

After many nights of sleeping, crying, and talking together, we became best friends.

As we started to recover, we took turns hosting sleepovers and tea parties at each other’s homes.

Seeing their daughters gradually regain their spirits, our families, who now had more opportunities to meet, also became close friends. The top figures of each faction are now like mom and dad friends.

With this development, many people want to marry my friends. They’re high-ranking noble daughters, close to multiple influential nobles, and my best friends as the Fairy Princess.

But the Crown Prince hasn’t chosen a fiancée yet, right? He would likely choose his bride from among my friends, so families can’t propose alliances until the future Crown Princess is decided. Sons are instructed to get close to my friends. Those already in the academy are apparently very popular.

“Diadora-sama, the Crown Prince has arrived.”

“Again?”

The Crown Prince has been visiting Berisario at least once a week since then.

To show nobles that we’re on good terms and I support him, he started visiting regularly. We would prepare delicious sweets and tea to entertain him, and my siblings who were around would take care of him. Finding it comfortable, he began dropping by during breaks from work.

He comes without prior notice. At first, everyone panicked, but we’ve grown used to it, treating it like “Oh, welcome.”

I guess there’s no time to relax in the palace.

At Berisario, everyone leaves him alone. But proper security is in place since he comes without his entourage. Spirit beasts accompany his guards, who follow at a distance.

We’re not idle either, so we often keep him waiting. But he seems to treasure the time he spends staring blankly at the sea from his favorite balcony.

“If you exclude the redheads, that leaves three: Suzanna, Monika, and Carla. Why don’t you schedule meetings with them?”

“Don’t talk like it’s someone else’s problem. Don’t you prefer women who aren’t redheads?”

“I don’t have to consider the period of princess education, and it’s not necessary to choose from those seven.”

“But you prefer Diadora’s friends, right?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to be with someone who doesn’t get along with Diadora.”

“…You’re really unwavering. You can choose first. Any of the three…”

“Oh? Haven’t you considered my friends might refuse?”

While looking down at my brother Chris and the Crown Prince, who are having a carefree conversation, I snap the beautiful fan my mother gave me closed. They both look away, embarrassed.

I can only look down on them when they’re sitting. It feels a bit satisfying.

“I understand. I’m not planning to take away their right to refuse.”

“Diadora, are you against us dating your friends?”

Both have grown significantly over the past year, their voices have changed, and they’ve become more adult-like. Suzanna and Irene, who are three years older, are becoming more womanly, and I feel like I'm being left behind.

I expected the Crown Prince to grow, but Chris has also shot up to nearly 180 cm and developed a husky voice during his voice change. How many attributes does he plan to stack?

The Crown Prince, with his broad chest, red hair, and manly face, and my still-handsome, slender, husky-voiced brother Chris. The height difference is precious.

“Diadora? Are you listening?”

“Yes, I am.”

I sit next to Chris and sip the tea Mia prepared. Today's sweet is mille crepe.

“I neither agree nor disagree. I just want my friends to be happy. Despite seeing them more often than the Crown Prince, you don’t particularly favor any of them, do you?”

“Hmm…”

Which is it?

“If you treat them the same as Douglas or the Crown Prince, they won’t feel liked.”

“I think of them as friends…”

“Your treatment of them is harsh. It won’t work.”

The Crown Prince chuckles, looking confident, but he’s no better.

“Still, I’ve told my friends that if my brother likes someone, he’ll treat them like he treats me, and they think it’s wonderful.”

My brothers are uninterested in romance, so once they fall for someone, they’re unlikely to look elsewhere. Especially Chris, who will probably be deeply devoted.

“In contrast, the Crown Prince barely talks to them, so they think he’s cold or too busy to care about them.”

“Being busy can’t be helped. Cold, huh?”

He rubs his cheek and gazes into the distance. He must’ve heard it before.

“That’s why I was hoping you could help. From next winter, you’ll be at the academy, right? Could you create opportunities for me to talk to them there?”

“Can’t high school students meet elementary school students?”

“Not in the classroom buildings. But we share dorms, so if we follow the proper procedures, we can invite them to tea parties. The academy is also a place to learn about socializing. While I could host a tea party, it’s difficult for a high school boy to invite elementary school girls. Besides, multiple girls need to be invited.”

If several girls are around, the Crown Prince and my brother would be swarmed and unable to talk calmly. Chris can’t invite a single girl alone, so I need to be there.

“Got it. I’ll talk to them and invite them if there’s no problem. One at a time, right?”

“Yes, thanks.”

So I’ll have to watch the Crown Prince and my brother woo my friends like a wallflower.

In my

 past and current life, I’ve never had romantic experiences, yet I’m playing matchmaker for my friends. How did this happen?

“Oh, the Crown Prince is here again?”

“You’re as rude as ever.”

Alan, who had been training with the knights, returned.

My brother has also grown significantly, reaching over 170 cm at twelve years old.

The balcony, although not small, feels cramped with three large men.

“Alan, if you’re joining the guards, would you like to be my bodyguard?”

“No, I prefer…”

“It’s easier to gather information that way.”

“I will. But I don’t plan to go to the palace until I’m an adult. Those who can’t approach openly are active behind the scenes, especially with the unrest across the strait.”

Starke Kingdom across the strait requested my help to spread knowledge about spirits to expel the Nikodemus cult from their country. I immediately declined.

My father was angry that they tried to summon me to teach them, saying it was an insult. The Crown Prince also refused, saying it would be disastrous if Starke Kingdom tried to capture me.

The Crown Prince’s response was more about protecting the neighboring country than me, leaving the Starke royal family perplexed.

There are rumors that the Nikodemus cult is gaining power and influencing the Bejaia Kingdom next to Pendelus Republic, so I don’t want to go across the strait.

“People from other countries seem to misunderstand. I’m close to the Spirit King of Azelia Empire, not the Spirit Kings of Starke Kingdom or Bejaia Kingdom.”

“But you could meet them if you wanted to, right? They’ve never met their own Spirit King.”

If they want to meet, they should come here formally to request my help. Pressuring Berisario instead of owing the Empire is foolish. They should be more afraid of indebting Berisario now.

Wait. When did I become so bold against foreign royalty? I should show more respect as a vassal to the Crown Prince. I feel like I’m drifting further from being a noble lady.

“Let me know immediately if another country contacts you. Don’t act alone.”

“Well, I wouldn’t dare. I’ll inform you right away.”

“…Chris, is she planning something?”

“No, she’s probably just thinking nonsense again.”

“Diadora, are you feeling okay?”

…You guys.

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Author Notes:

Writing from Diadora’s perspective, the tone clearly differs from other novels.

Even as she grows up, I want her to charge ahead with full force.

Thank you for reading the second chapter.

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