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

“How can you act like that toward Dia?”  

“This is…”  

Camille looked at my brother with a flustered expression, narrowing one eye and furrowing his brow.

“And what about your attitude, trying to intimidate in this situation?”  

“You met with Dia alone, didn’t you?”  

Oh dear, Alan must be in a bad mood. I didn’t notice. Both of you, those are not faces twelve-year-old boys should be making. Don’t glare at each other with such intensity inside the spirit car.

“It wasn’t just the two of us. Ruri-sama and Moana were there.”  

“There were only two humans.”  

“Chris is bad, but are you just as bad?”  

The tension eased a bit, and Camille looked exasperated. Well, that was months ago.

“Alan, please don’t bring up something from so long ago. Both Camille and I were tricked by Moana.”  

As I sat next to Alan, Camille finally approached the sofa. But his movements were like a wild animal cautiously approaching humans.

“And besides, he seems scared of me. He probably has gynophobia.”  

“That’s not it.”  

“Do you like men…?”  

“No way!”

When he’s being natural, it’s not just his gaze that’s sharp—his language is quite rough too. Realizing his blunder after speaking, he covered his mouth and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. As he slumped onto the sofa, he seemed calmer, or maybe resigned.

“…Sorry. Dia, you’re blessed by all the Spirit Kings, right? And you have strong and abundant magic power. I can see that. Before I knew you were the Fairy Princess, I doubted you were even human.”  

“Oh.”

Alan looked at me and Camille alternately with eyes as if he had discovered a rare creature. He probably thought Camille was genuinely wary of me, so he relaxed a bit.

“The royal family of Luftanen, like me, are descendants of a wise king backed by the Spirit Kings. That’s probably why you can see the blessings.”  

“Maybe. Alan, I can see the blessings of water and earth on you.”  

When did Amber bless him?

“Please don’t tell anyone outside the family about this. If people know I have such a power, it could become troublesome.”  

“So it’s fine within the family?”  

“It would be more troublesome if they found out later, so it’s better to know now.”

Especially Chris… I heard him mutter that quietly. We had a group conversation at the Ruri’s spring, and when Jade and Suou went to wake up the Spirit King of Luftanen, we chatted for about two hours while letting the spirit beasts play. So Camille knows all my family, and he met Chris before at the Fairy Company.

My family, Duke Powell, and Paolo all seem to have a good impression of Camille and Keith. That probably made Camille’s visit to the Azelia Empire as a guest smooth. But Moana’s unnecessary meddling seemed to heighten my brothers’ caution.

“So, why were you being chased? By whom?”  

Leaning against the backrest with his arms crossed, Alan still had a stern expression.

“They were remnants of the Nicodemus Sect.”  

“Even with strict immigration checks, they still get in?”  

“No, they were probably hiding for years after entering. They couldn’t leave the country and tried to escape via Luftanen. They saw us and probably thought they could sneak onto a ship by threatening us.”

They targeted Camille without knowing who he was, just because he was from Luftanen? Hmm, I wonder about that.

“Our men will capture them and extract information, so that’s fine. So, did you come to the Empire by ship?”

Alan’s stern expression was mostly due to this issue: how to handle people who can use teleportation magic. It seems like we’ll need to establish legal regulations.

“……No.”  

“Well, Alan, what should we do?”

In situations like this, you shouldn’t corner them. It’s better to express sadness than anger.

“If Fairy Company is suspected of being involved with illegal immigrants, it might be ruined. Even if not, we could lose business opportunities.”  

“If it’s a habitual offender, that could happen.”  

“The chocolates were just starting to take shape.”

I covered my mouth with my hand and glanced at Camille. His face twitched, and he leaned on the armrest, looking ready to flee.

“I’ve been busy and didn’t have time to come to the Empire. I just teleported here today and was on my way to complete the immigration process.”  

“Hmm.”  

“Alan, believe me.”

Camille, seemingly thinking he couldn’t convince me, turned his whole body toward Alan and began to speak.

“Moana tricked us. I wasn’t trying to meet Dia without telling you. I wouldn’t do anything to make you and Chris my enemies!”

You don’t need to explain so desperately. And that’s not the topic right now. That issue is over…

“Is that really the case? Or did you plan to make a move on Dia?”

Not that topic!

“Alan, please leave that for later. It’s troublesome.”  

“It’s not troublesome. It’s important.”  

“The important issue now is illegal immigration.”

Continuing to act sad or pained seems to stall the conversation. What should I do, Mother?

“Camille-sama, Camille-sama.”

Salomon, who had been wandering around, finally returned and knelt beside Camille, grabbing his arm and shaking him.

“This is…Salomon Mantester. He’s the eldest son of Marquis Mantester of North Island and helps with my work. He was made a baron due to his efforts in the Nicodemus incident.”

A baron? Even though he’s the eldest son of a marquis?

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Salomon Mantester. I’ve entrusted the marquisate to my younger brother to serve Camille-sama. Hence, I’m a baron.”

Standing gracefully with a hand on his chest, Salomon’s demeanor was drastically different from when he was looking around the interior excitedly. His expression was now bright and gentle, the typical public face of a noble.

“I see. You left your home to protect the prince?”  

“No, I found serving Camille-sama more interesting.”

You didn’t have to be that frank. And that smile looks quite suspicious. Even with sparkly eyes, his narrow eyes make it hard to tell… Huh?

“I haven’t been involved in the company’s work, so this is my first time leaving the country. I got distracted by a gelato stand on my way to the immigration office and ended up in the park, where we were chased. I deeply apologize.”

“Oh, I understand now.”

I clasped my hands in front of my chest and smiled.

“I thought your expression looked familiar. It reminded me of Camille’s suspicious smile when he revealed his identity.”  

“…Huh?”

Salomon stared at me, his eyes wide open, just as Camille’s unforgiving backhand struck his chest.

“Oof! Ow! Why all of a sudden?”  

“You made me practice that suspicious smile in front of the mirror, and it turned out to be useless and counterproductive!”  

“Whaaat?!”  

“Camille, didn’t you find Mantester’s smile suspicious?”  

“You don’t need to address him as ‘sama.’ Just call him Salomon. Calling him Mantester feels unfair to his family.”  

“That’s harsh!”  

“I have a request too. Please call me Dia. Only you call me Diadora, which can cause misunderstandings.”  

“! Understood. I’ll do so from now on.”

What used to be a nickname used only by my family has now become a term of endearment among my many friends. So, being called “Diadora” without any honorifics feels odd now.

“There are many things I’m curious about, but let’s move the conversation along.”

Alan seemed exasperated, pressing his hand to his forehead. Was Salomon’s attitude too suspicious?

“Where do you always teleport from? The Eisdale Company had a warehouse, but the office hasn’t been registered yet.”  

“We bought a building near the port to move discreetly. We still use it.”  

“So, there’s a place you can teleport to? A secret base? A hideout?”  

“I’d like to see it.”  

“No…it’s not like that…”  

“Camille?”

I tilted my head, smiling.

“It’s just a normal house with a bakery on the first floor.”  

“Brother, let’s verify the testimony.”

Yay! This is getting exciting!

“What does the inside look like? Does anyone live there?”

Salomon explained the location to Gemma, who directed the spirit car there. Camille didn’t hide his displeasure, but my brother and I ignored it. This is a serious matter that could lead to international issues.

“Are you really going inside?!”  

“Of course.”  

“Alan can go. But not you.”

Why is it okay for my brother but not for me? Is there something you don’t want me to see? Like a dead body? Oh! Maybe adult magazines! In an all-male hideout, that wouldn’t be surprising!

“We’ve arrived.”

Despite quickly standing and trying to run to the door, Camille moved even faster, blocking my way and grabbing my hand.

“I said no… So thin!”

He lifted my wrist, staring at it intently. I heard he had no contact with girls, but this is too much.

“Most young ladies are thinner than I am. I’m fit.”  

“Thinner than this?! They’d break.”

If bones broke during dances at evening parties, it’d be a disaster.

“They don’t break. Girls build muscle too. I have more muscles

 than my friends because I work out.”

Wearing a long-sleeved dress today, I tried to roll up my sleeve with my free hand, but he grabbed that hand too.

“What are you trying to do?”  

“Dia-sama! That’s inappropriate!”

Gemma rushed over, and Alan was amused by Camille’s panic, covering his mouth but unmistakably laughing. Is this okay? My hands are restrained. Even the spirit beasts are ignoring me while Camille’s spirits are panicking and bumping into the ceiling.

“So this is the Fairy Princess. She’s quite different from what I imagined. Fascinating! She’s no ordinary person!”

Salomon seemed even more interested and excited than when he was looking at the interior. Is he eccentric? He must be competent if he’s trusted with work, right?

“Don’t admire her, help me! Alan too! There’s a room for teleportation in that house! If she goes in even once, she can teleport to the city anytime. Is that okay?”

Oh! That means I can sneak out and shop anytime! I can teleport from my room to the city!

“That’s not good. Dia, stay put. Luther, go with Salomon to check the inside. Take the guards.”

“Understood.”  

“What?! Brother, would I ever do something like that? Have I ever done anything that made the maids or guards accountable?”  

“…You’ve done things in the castle. Fell into a ditch, almost fell from the second floor, tripped and rolled down a slope.”  

“Please don’t dwell on things from when I was three.”  

“No way…”

Camille’s murmuring, I can hear it. Young ladies aren’t always gentle, graceful, and never fart. Those are fantasies. Let go of such dreams now.

“First, sit down.”  

“Are you ordering me?”  

“Please sit down!”  

“Okay, but let go of my hands!”  

“Oh, sorry.”  

“Camille, it’s fine. Dia won’t do anything reckless.”

Alan’s pitying look at Camille, is it just my imagination?

“Is there anyone inside?”  

“Some people from the company.”  

“Luther, bring everyone here. We’ll treat them to a meal at the shop.”  

“That’s unnecessary…”  

“Don’t you want to know how the chocolates turned out?”

The spirit car parked in a side alley to avoid attention, and Luther and Salomon went outside. We’ll have to discuss the immigration process once we reach the shop.

“In Luftanen, there aren’t many sword spirits. Even soldiers often don’t have them.”  

“Is there a national difference? Your spirits move with you, don’t they?”  

“You noticed. I move them to battle-friendly positions or to stay unnoticed.”

While Alan and Camille discussed how they fought with spirits, I was left out. That’s not fair. Oh, a bakery. Maybe I can peek at what they sell?

“Dia, don’t leave the spirit car.”  

“Please, just stay put.”

I thought they were engrossed in their conversation, but they were keeping an eye on me.

“Please move the spirit beasts.”

I won’t go out. So, Gemma, stop surrounding me with three spirit beasts.