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

From the next day onward, things were outwardly peaceful. However, the issues that arose until yesterday caused various changes.

Irene moved to the Marquis of Orlandi's dormitory where Suzanna resides, and Bart was officially removed as heir. It seems Bart willingly gave up the position to his younger brother, saying he wasn’t suited for land management or politics. Perhaps focusing on raising cattle suits him better.

I started spending a bit less time with Carla. It’s good for her to get along with various classmates, and as tea parties with other dormitories increased, she made new friends. I don’t mind that. Even I sometimes receive invitations from friends or make plans with Alan, so I don’t always spend time with Carla or Patty.

But it bothers me that she still hasn’t reconciled with her family. She hasn't seen her parents yet, not even when called back to the mansion. Carla likely thought she no longer needed her parents since she planned to rely on the Marquess of Norland. She mentioned she didn’t want to see them.

However, Norland decided to sever all ties until the Marquis of Johannes formally apologized to the royals and Berisario. Thus, Carla had no choice but to return to her mansion.

Norland might have thought that taking Carla in would eliminate the chance for her to reconcile with her parents. Besides, with Monica being a Crown Princess candidate, it would be awkward to have Carla, a former candidate, around. The Marquess of Norland’s wife knew Carla liked the Crown Prince so much that she cried in her room. Carla's grandparents want her to reconcile with her parents, but Carla herself wants to stay away from them. I worry about what she’ll do next, but Carla doesn’t seem to want to talk to me about it. She couldn’t attend Chris's coming-of-age tea party, which seemed to be a shock for her. She loves seeing Ruri and wanted to attend any event where she could see her.

Wait, could Carla be considering Chris as a potential husband too? That makes sense. Oh no. If at the Crown Prince's coming-of-age celebration, it's announced that the two Crown Princess candidates will start their training, and the unchosen one will marry into Berisario, Carla will be doubly shocked. Last time, her father ruined her chances, and this time, her mother did.

I feel sorry for Carla and want to help, but I can’t. My family is already angry on my behalf, and the Marquis of Johannes’s attitude of leaving the matter to me after offending the Crown Prince is unacceptable. It would be inappropriate for me to meddle in her family’s issues.

As for me, everything is fine. We had a tea party with the Duke of Rampling’s dorm. Paolo, worried, tried to sneak a look, and Mia was exasperated. Isn’t it cute to have a visual-type captain of the Royal Guard already under his wife's thumb?

His wife struggled with managing their territory and worked as a Fairy Princess's attendant to earn money for her family's restoration. The story of her being noticed by the Royal Guard captain and living happily ever after sounds like a manga plot. If there’s magic for copying, it’s like having a personal printing press. If we gather like-minded people and make books, we could have our own Comiket here. I have money! But my image as the Fairy Princess would crumble. The model would refuse permission anyway. Wait, maybe as a masked author...

As I got sidetracked, my life and Berisario remained peaceful.

We quickly finished the required courses for the first term and returned to the castle on December 10th. Most students finish the term on the 24th, so we got back quite early. There’s no Christmas in this world. The capital is beautifully covered in snow, but as someone who spent Christmas doing net game events, it doesn’t evoke any feelings. I dislike the cold.

Chris is busy preparing for his coming-of-age ceremony and moving to the capital, shuttling between Berisario and the capital daily. Once Alan and I chose our outfits for the palace and Berisario tea parties, we had more free time. So, we headed to the Fairy Company store in a spirit car to catch up on work.

We plan to unveil the chocolates at the tea party, even though it's still a work in progress. We want to make an impact for Chris's coming-of-age celebration.

We first went towards the port to pick up the ordered tableware. Usually, they deliver it to the castle, but with the adult celebration and New Year preparations causing heavy traffic, it’s quicker to pick them up ourselves. If we need more items, I can teleport them if in stock. Our spirit car uses a separate route, so we can load it ourselves. I am quite convenient.

The main street near the port was bustling with people. It’s the last chance to earn before the year-end when supplies stop arriving. As Alan and I enjoyed the scenery from the slow-moving spirit car, he suddenly leaned forward, focusing outside the window.

"Isn’t that Camille over there?"  

"Huh?"

Camille was expected as a guest from Luftanen for the Crown Prince and Chris's coming-of-age celebration. But wasn't he supposed to arrive around the 25th? We hadn’t received any reports of the Duke’s arrival at the port.

"Where?"  

"By the wall next to that fruit shop."  

"There he is. Wow, his expression looks fierce."

Was he being chased or searching for someone? He scanned his surroundings warily, walking through the crowd toward us. Despite his casual clothes and hat, his distinctive Luftanen appearance stood out. The man beside him must be his companion, given their occasional conversation.

"That must be his natural expression. I figured he was hiding his true self since he always appeared different."  

"He probably has high combat skills due to past dangerous situations where he couldn’t afford to keep weak people around."  

"Combat skills, huh? That sounds cool."  

"Alan, you have extremely high combat skills too."

Three men with ominous expressions were pushing through the crowd, following Camille and his companion. Are they the ones chasing him?

"Brother, if he’s being chased, we must help."  

"Right. Hugh, take a couple of guards and go."  

"Hugh?"

Why Hugh? I expected Luther to handle it.

"It’s not really my job."  

"Of course, it is. Inform the Duke on your way."  

"Sure, sure."

Hugh, looking reluctant, stood up and was urged by Gemma. I’m the only one surprised. Is Hugh Alan’s favorite undercover agent? Did they even place such personnel in the Fairy Company?

As soon as the spirit car stopped at the roadside, Hugh exited before it fully halted. He signaled the guards while approaching Camille, suggesting they knew he wasn’t just a merchant. Why wasn’t I informed about this? I want to learn covert operations too! Ninja-like tactics should be possible in this world with magic. How cool would it be to have an Imperial ninja espionage unit? Though they wouldn’t dress like ninjas.

While I pondered these trivial thoughts, Hugh quickly but carefully approached Camille, who noticed the unknown man coming towards him. Camille and the spirits moved swiftly. He narrowed his eyes, stepped forward to shield his companion, and reached inside his coat. The spirits circling above him stopped and gathered to protect him from Hugh’s direction. The companion also furrowed his brows and positioned his spirits for defense. He too had all attributes.

Despite this, Hugh approached nonchalantly, informing Camille of our presence as he passed by. Camille looked over in surprise, his expression vividly changing from shock to a look of dread, which was amusing. His companion, upon hearing from Camille, looked delighted and urged Camille toward us.

"Hi there, long time no see."

I waved cheerfully as they approached the door.

"Diadora... Weren’t you supposed to be at the academy?"  

"Is there a problem with me being here? Hurry up and get in."  

"No..."  

"Get in."

I dropped my smile and commanded. I had the upper hand now.

"Camille, please get in quickly. This is Berisario’s spirit car. Aren’t you curious to see inside?"  

"Fine, stop pushing."

Camille, pushed from behind, steadied himself and climbed into the spirit car, followed by the man who jumped in energetically. The spirit car, magically expanded inside for short distances, doesn’t have sleeping quarters but has ample luggage space. The simple interior features comfortable top-quality sofas, lounge chairs, and a dining set, along with a small sink and magical device for boiling water. The spirit car is more spacious than the one-room apartment I used to live in. You could live inside this spirit car.

"This is amazing. The interior is lovely, and it’s so smooth. I didn’t notice when it started moving."  

"Alan’s here too..."

The man, looking around excitedly, while Camille slumped his shoulders, sounding tired.

"I didn’t expect you to arrive in the Empire so early. Have a seat. Let’s talk leisurely."

Alan invited Camille to the seat opposite him with a smile, but Camille stayed near the door. It’s ungrateful to act troubled when we just helped you. Your companion is already asking Luther about the furniture.

Camille's companion has quite an exotic presence. In the ten years I’ve lived in this world, I’ve never seen such narrow eyes. It’s not uncommon for Asians. They weren’t quite slits, just single-lidded, slightly puffy eyes. In Japan, you’d see such eyes many times a day. His overall look is a simple yet handsome face, fitting the exotic Luftanen. Standing silently, he would appear to be a young, mature, and exotic handsome man. But

 his excited expression and enthusiasm ruined it, giving off the vibe of a large dog wagging its tail.

"Salomon, calm down."

It sounded like he was saying, “Salomon, house.”

"Camille? What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to sit?"  

"I will. I will."

So, stop backing away when I approach. What did I do to you?