I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way?

I don't know what it is, but I dreamed of walking in the realm with straw in my hand in some kind of happy mood.

That day was just the day after I had a look at wheat, so I probably dreamed of that from that experience.

The moment I went out for a walk in Laswiwok, I saw a straw rolling at my feet in the late spring breeze, because I must have remembered that dream.

Normally I wouldn't even care. I didn't believe in the spiritual theory that it was the circle of dreams or anything like that that that picked it up, it was just a whim, and after a little whimpering at hand, I was even going to let it go around there.

"... What's this?

"Oh, this. Actually, I was back in the village last night. When I came back, my father brought me some to eat in the barracks."

Around the middle of the hill where the museum stood, I found a soldier walking around in some trouble holding a cage of bread and root vegetables wrapped in cloth, after I got out of the woods where I went hunting because of my habits when I was still in the remaining barracks.

"I thought you ate this one separately. It's not sneaky to eat alone, and boiling vegetables is a hassle now, and I was wondering what to do..."

Bread and vegetables are of considerable value in Cardiac territory in the midst of distress, but they are too small to be divided in barracks. Because of that, they're running out of food.

At any rate, I have to train myself to secure dinner, and I wish I could spend the next few days alone, but that doesn't seem acceptable to me.

There is such an indiscriminate argument that the soldiers of the leadership divide the meals, etc. between them. Probably remnants of the bandits who became mothers.

I just thought about it a little bit and caged it down my back. Inside is a saffron bean found by Raswiwok in the woods where he went for a walk.

I would never have found it if I had proceeded to my usual walking path street, a small grove ahead that I chased to hunt birds that took straw from my hands and flew. That's what I sneaked from one end of it that seemed like no one had ever found it before and it was bellstone. It would be enough to separate it from the soldiers in the same room.

"If you're in trouble, why don't you trade it for this? Not as valuable as bread and vegetables."

"Oh? This is saffron beans, you've often found so much! Are you sure?

"Bread is better than beans."

The soldier who laughed, I guess, accepted the suggestion with pleasure.

I leave about a handful of beans and I lose them, and in exchange I have bread and vegetables on hand. I put that package on Raswiwok's back and resumed my walk.

Having grown considerably larger than in winter, Laswiwok has also grown the time and distance of the walk he demands for that matter. These days, it's about as far down the hill as it goes around it.

I usually leave it to Kamil because of the busyness of being chased to prepare for refugee reception, but once in a while Raswiwok persists if I am not escorted.

Sometimes the lack of exercise is not very good for the young body, so I took a long time this evening. Whatever the job is at Camille's disposal.

Well what the hell coincidence overlapped today was halfway down the road connecting the Golden Hill Hall to the village of Claria at the foot of the hill, and this was the moment I saw another elderly woman with a troubled face.

"............... hey you there. What the hell is wrong with you? Is something wrong?"

I hesitated for a moment remembering the air during my birthday celebration, but didn't miss it in the end I rang out.

"Hmm?... Oh, you. Daughter of the lord......"

The peasant-like woman fades her face gently when she notices me.

Should I still have left it alone? I regret that I have frightened the people in vain.

But the woman stared at me, bewildered.

It's like a reaction when I even meet a wild beast, but I don't really feel disgusted. Nevertheless, it will be certain that I will not be able to stay calm when I am here.

"Uh, well, it looked like trouble... if there's nothing"

I thought so and tried to walk away, but the woman said, "No, wait a minute," in a troubled manner.

"... I was going to ask you about the Golden Hill Hall from the beginning. Find a bright red egg laying like burnt charcoal in the back of the house this morning. I was just going to go talk to you."

"Eggs? Can I see them?"

Even with the blur of showing it to a little kid like you, the woman opened the cloth she was wrapping and showed me what was in it. It does contain about five brightly juicy eggs. However, it is not particularly hot to touch gently.

It's a charcoal-like color with a fire, not hot, and about a turn larger in size than a chicken egg. And laying eggs at the end of spring...... this would belong to a fire swallowing bird. I ate a few times during the barracks.

Fire swallowing birds are birds a little bigger than chickens, feeding on an insect called phosphorus moth that appears in the summer.

They fly around the area normally, but if they threaten them, they sometimes attack them with kick claws.

Nevertheless, I stayed away from people because of their perceived timid character, and I was usually taught by knowledgeable soldiers that laying eggs would also make them riverside woods...

"I know this, it's a fireswallowing bird egg. I don't think there's any particular problem, and I can eat eggs if they're boiled."

"Can you eat this egg? But hey...... unfortunately, our pot bottom didn't fall out yesterday. It's a corner egg, but I can't boil it until the next Merchant gets here. It's gonna be bad..."

While I feel a sense of visibility, I unload my luggage from Raswiwok's back.

"I have some bread and sun-drenched vegetables here, why don't we swap eggs with them"

"Oh, is that okay? It helps to get bread."

Unexpectedly, the woman, who broke her face in such a way, took 80% of the bread and vegetables and instead leaves with all the eggs coming to me.

"... I wonder what it is. Well, is it a good thing you got eggs? You can eat, too."

Pong, and stroking Russywok's neck beside him, he shook his tail with joy.

But the similarity went on again, leaving two eggs, and instead, a bag of flour and sprouted potatoes rode on Raswiwok's back anew.

The deal was made by a pedestrian trying to return from the eastern kingdoms to the western kingdoms.

I have also bought wheat seeds on Cardiac soil several times, and I was called to say, "Lord, is there a villager who can pick up the sprouted potatoes?"

The sprouted potatoes are considered toxic and lose their commodity value as food. It is not well known whether the fact that it is dangerous to feed children has spread ahead of time, or that if the buds and skins are removed, they can be eaten. There is a verse in the first place where potatoes are perceived to be something to boil and eat on a skin-by-skin basis, and the idea of laborious cooking to peel and remove sprouts does not seem to be available to the inhabitants who keep themselves busy at work every day.

Nevertheless, by this time the spring is halfway through, there is no free land on which potatoes can be planted. Being bought by village people for benevolence and sympathy, which cannot be eaten or increased, is not very economically good in the territory, even though it is a small thing.

He made them redeem the eggs of the fire-eating birds for the reason that if they were adults of the hall or soldiers of the leadership, they could eat them. Though it was unexpected that a bag of flour came with a potato and egg that was about to be wasted on boulders.

Uh... what is it? It's like this old story was in a memory of a previous life.

I remember the outline of a person who gets various things at odd edges starting with straw, but I can't even remember the details of the detailed story.

It's a slight escape from reality that I thought about that while looking down at the end of the pieces of vegetables, potatoes, eggs, bread and flour on hand. I was in trouble too after all about what to do with this halfway ingredient. All too small a quantity, and I feel like I'm only going to get in the way where I gave it to Cock.

─ ─ It coincidentally was just the right time to pull the memory of my previous life. I noticed from the leftover ingredients that, speaking of, I think I could make the dishes I had in my previous life.

Remove the inedible part of the potato, boil it down, crush it, and pair the other vegetables there fine. A dish that is flattened and shaped, fried on egg liquid and finely chopped pieces of bread.

Sure, would that have been the name Croquet? In the memory of a woman in her previous life, she bought something already made and ate it all, but, well, there's nothing she can't make.

Except when I'm going to make it. It doesn't fit the size of the cooking area and body at all, anyway.

"Why don't you talk to Kamil..."

When I groaned, my neighbor Raswiwok gently tailed Peeto on my back.

"Hmm? What?

To name a face that at some point I thought about and lay low, there was Raswiwok's face in my eyes with obviously obstinate, human smelling emotions.

He is pushed around his cheeks with a damp nose tip. Hey, it's cold, don't.

"What's up?... Ah, an egg."

The exchange of eggs for potatoes and flour is causing Raswiwok's edible to dwindle. Apparently he was unhappy with that. The leftover egg is also intended for use in croquette clothing.

"Sorry, sorry. To apologize. Next time, I'll take the time to pick up the snake. Come on, why don't you stop banging my head with your tail? Because it was my fault."

Eventually, I was supposed to keep apologizing to Raswiwok until I got back to the hall. What a grudge of food even for werewolf dragons.

It was a day I swore to my heart that I would never accidentally reduce his share in the future.