Your Majesty is Annoying!

untain range encompassed the region of Solare, along with forests and swamps.

Among them, the estate where Seira’s brother was a lord was a corner close to the swamp.

Since there is only a small amount of land available, it was land that collected the least taxes in the Empire.

Instead, it was the place that ended up needing the most support of the Empire, especially when the demons came out.

Vicky had no relationship with Seira’s family but knew of them.

Ian, the eldest son, had just come of age; his father passed away, leaving him to inherit the Baron’s title and lordship of the estate.

There was a lot of speculation around the Baron’s* suspicious death.
[*t1v: pretty sure Seira’s father was a Count, but now the author writes that he was a Baron]

There were rumors that the previous Baron’s expelled brother deliberately caused a wagon accident and killed him.
Seira’s father died after suffering for eight months after the accident.

It seemed that Ian’s father had barely held on to life, holding out until Ian had reached the age of adulthood.

Thanks to this, the title was handed over to Ian, and Ian’s uncle said that he had no choice but to retire and resign.

“However, the previously young and healthy Baron’s body is now frail, and whispers are circulating that the uncle is using poison this time.
The family has another son, but I think it is five years before he reaches adulthood? I know there should be at least four more years because, between them, there’s a middle child… a daughter.”

It was Seira, the female protagonist of this novel.

“How long will it take to travel from the Imperial Palace to that estate?”

“Well… … .
Maybe 12 or 13 days?”

“What… … ?”

What did she say-?

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‘I overlooked the fact that this Empire was extensive and Seira was a noble on the periphery.
Twelve days at the earliest… … .
Even if the timeline is tight, it’s too tight!’

I don’t have time to scuffle with Lyle.
If you don’t meet Luke quickly and send him there, Ian will die!

‘But, how are you going to persuade Lyle -!?’

Medea was utterly frustrated and troubled.

What did Lyle say? Didn’t he say that her probation would continue until he forgave her—but when would he forgive? A week? A month? There was no set time—only the vague ‘until I forgive you.’

‘I’m not a kid! But isn’t he treating me like a kid? But he’s the Emperor… …’

Medea decided to brainstorm as to why Lyle might be upset.

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