CH 40

Project Meisa

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Camilla Resenburg was sitting at her desk in her room at the dormitory.

It's rest day, so she's not wearing her uniform, but she wears riding pants, boots, and a simple shirt.

A number of documents are spread out on the desk, and deep wrinkles are engraved between the eyebrows of Camilla who is looking through them.

"I don't think ..."

She flips the documents with her right hand, and the index finger of her free left hand is tapping the desk in frustration.

"Oh, maybe ... a report of western yields ..."

[ Is desertification increasing? ]

[ Even if you don't look at the numbers, you can see it at a glance by looking at her face. ]

[ I see ... ]

Certainly, as Reinhardt says, Camilla looks like she's biting a bitter bug.

I was summoned to this world and immediately gotten rid of, so I didn't have much time to look at Camilla, but I have the impression that she was sarcastic and confident.

It may be the first time I've seen Camilla's face in such anguish.

Camilla turns over the documents, writes out the numbers, repeats the calculations, shakes her head a little, and sighs repeatedly.

The situation in the west may not be so good.

[ Kent-sama, there are aristocratic territories in the west to support the First Prince. ]

According to Basten's investigation, the Kingdom of Resenburg is currently engaged in a dark battle between the First Prince and the Second Prince over the throne.

Camilla seems to be supporting the First Prince, and the most painful problem for the First Prince faction is the desertification of the west.

The decrease in yield is directly linked to the decline in tax revenue, and the financial strength of the First Prince faction is swaying.

Many of the aristocrats who support the rival Second Prince are in the eastern part of the country, and desertification seems to be a boon.

[ That means that the yield is falling and the price or grain is rising, which is a good deal? ]

[ That's right, Kent-sama, you understand well. ]

[ I feel like I learned the balance between supply and demand in class, but I don't remember clearly. ]

According to Baten, desertification reduces yields in the west, resulting in a tendency for grain shortages, rising grain prices, enriching farmers in the east, and buying grain in the west becomes expensive.

Increasingly, the eastern part of the country will be enriched, and the western part of the country will suffer even more.

For the aristocrats of the Second Prince, it seems more convenient for desertification to progress.

[ But the reduction in western yields due to desertification will lead to a decline in national power for the Kingdom of Resenburg, right? ]

[ That's right, but if you focus only on faction conflicts, you may not be worried about the future, or even if you feel a sense of crisis, you may not be able to move as you wish because you are bound by the faction. ]

[ I see ... what does the Second Prince faction look like? ]

[ Sorry, we haven't been investigating that far yet. ]

[ Sorry, you can't look it up so quickly. ]

[ But ... the Second Prince doesn't seem to be very popular among the citizens of the royal capital. ]

[ Is that right ... Okay, can you continue to investigate? ]

[ Ok, let's investigate the prince's personality and that of the major aristocrats. ]

[ Yeah, please. ]

By the time I finished listening to Basten's explanation, the door of Camilla's room was knocked on.

"Who is it ..."

"It's Celia."

"Hmm ... come in!"

"Excuse me ..."

Celia wears a robe over her sleepwear, unlike the maid outfit I saw in the chairman's room.

Camilla stood up from her chair, sat partly on her desk, folded her arms and smiled scornfully.

"Is the snot-nosed Hero still sleeping early?"

"Yes ... He's already resting for today."

"Can you play your role with such a condition?"

"I will serve with that intention."

Celia responds with a blank expression like a mask.

"Hmm ... well, let the snot-nosed Hero participate in the next battle."

"Eh, that can't be, isn't it too early for actual combat ..."

"Huh ... Have you become attached to that brat ...?"

"Oh ... that's ..."

She's trying to hurriedly deceive her, but as soon as she heard about Takayama's participation in the actual battle, she lost her mask, so she can't deny it.

Hey, Novice Hero, she seriously seems to be in love with you, it's a little irritating.

However, Camilla talked about the next actual battle, is it going to be soon?

"Well, even though he's a brat, he still has that kind of qualities, so we're not going to throw him away."

Hearing Camilla's words, Celia strokes her chest.

"However, tell them if it's just the level of a goblin or kobold, there's no need to go out of the way to help, and they can step back.

"I, I respectfully obey."

Even after Celia left the room, Camilla continued to struggle with the documents, but when she suddenly stopped, she heaved a large sigh.

When she put her left elbow on the desk and supported her head, she stopped moving with her eyes closed.

Camilla didn't make a slight movement for about two minutes, but then she suddenly opened her eyes, she turned her head lightly and began to clean up the documents.

If she starts drinking her nightcap, I will go with the strategy, but it seems that she will take a bath first.

[ What are you going to do? Kent-sama. ]

[ Eh? No ... If she enters alone, there won't be anything in particular ... ]

[ No matter how trivial ... enemy information is important ... ]

[ When she feels relaxed, she may spill her true intentions. ]

Hmm ... Maybe Reinhardt and the others just want to see? Isn't it possible to throw away worldly desires even if you become bones?

I want to see her too.

Yes, this is my second peeping time tonight, following the chairman.

I can't say anything about Gilik anymore.

Camilla does all the dressing and bathtub preparation herself.

It seems that the maid work is usually done by her exclusive maid, but on rest day, the maid is resting and she does it herself.

No matter how much she was the commander of the garrison, it was surprising that the royal family, the Third Princess, was preparing the bath by herself.

[ Camilla is ... trusted by her subordinates and the maids ... ]

[ Even in the First Prince's school, it is regarded as important. ]

From Fred and Basten's story, she seems like a person who can care for people below her, but why is it so terrible for us?

After all, as Reinhardt said before, I wondre if there is a clear line between enemies and allies.

Camilla, who folded her clothes including her underwear, sighed deeply as she sank into the bathtub.

"Fuu ... I feel alive again ..."

Even so, she really has an outrageous figure.

A gravure idol would flee from her superiority.

Still, her upper arms, thighs, and calves have tight muscles, and you can see that her abdominal muscles are slightly ripped.

[ Every morning ... She's training every morning ... ]

Even if Camilla reads the documents until late the day before, she wakes up early in the morning and does not neglect her training in swordsmanship, martial arts, and horse riding.

Strictly discipline yourself and treat your subordinates with compassion, you would become popular and trustworthy.

I think it woudl have been easier if even half of that compassion had been directed at us ...

After getting out of the bath, Camilla wore her nightgown, put on a robe, and started to prepare a nightcap.

Then, is it time to start the operation?

Remove the case containing the sleeping medicine from my pocket.

The contents of the case are pills made by dividing a large sleeping pill into one-eight pieces.

It seems that with even one pill of this you will not wake up even if you get hit once you fall asleep, but this time I will use two pills just in case.

Camilla pours about one-third of the sake bottle into a glass and enjoys the mellow armoa while slowly tasting the sake.

Camilla, with her squinting eyes and relaxed expression, is so beautiful that ten out of ten people would be captivated by her.

If she had a good personality with this, I wouldn't have any complains, but when I think of her throwing me away, and making a show of Funayama and driving him to his death, I don't feel like falling in love.

When Camilla drank the first and poured the second, the operation began.

[ Then, it's about time to start the operation ... Project Meisa start! ]

I tried to dress it up, but if I searched for the position of Camilla's stomach and threw in two pills, the first stage was over.

[ Kent-sama, is Project Meisa's Meisa the boarding house Meisa? ]

[ Yeah, that's right, that Meisa-chan. ]

[ Is it somehow related to the operation? ]

[ Yeah, you'll know it right away. ]

The effects of the pills were immediate.

It seems that Camilla usually goes to bed with crisp footsteps even after drinking two glasses of nightcap, but tonight, before she finishes drinking the second drink, she repeatedly yawns and takes a stunned gait. When she went to the bedroom, she fell into her bed.

After turning over a few times, Camilla began to breathe lightly.

[ Wait until she falls asleep ... ]

I kept waiting for about an hour until Camilla fell into a deep sleep.

I got out of the shadow and poked Camilla's cheek with my finger, but there was no sign of anything happening.

[ It looks like she's completely asleep, so I'll move on to the next stage. ]

I prepared a large mug for pouring ale.

Then, hold the mug and move once.

[ What are you doing, Kent? ]

[ Yeah, it's a bit rude ... ]

Sorry for the dirty story, Jobo Jobo Jobo, I poured my urine instead of ale into the mug and poured it on the crotch of Camilla who was sleeping.

Yeah, you got a nice map on the futon that looks expensive.

If there's no evidence that anyone has invaded and her crotch is wet ... What will you think of Camilla ...

[ Buhahaha! For sure, it's Project Meisa, that is brutal, it's really brutal! ]

[ Kent-sama ... Heinous ... ]

[ Wow, to a female member of the royal family before she got married ... to do this, Kent-sama. ]

[ Compared to what she did to Funayama and I, this is just lukewarm ... Well, let's go home because the preparation is over. ]

Cover her with a blanket properly and return to Volzard.

I wanted to see what Camilla looked like when she woke up, so I asked Fred to keep watch.

The next morning, when I was informed that Camilla had awakened, I hurried to Lastock.

Camilla isn't awakened by the maid, she wakes up every morning on her own and heads to training, but she woke up earlier this morning.

When I rushed in, Camilla stood stunned at her bedside.

The hatefully confident face is pale and her eyes appear to be out of focus.

It looksl ike her line of sight goes back and forth between the bed and her crotch many times, and she still can't accept the situation.

[ Ahahahaha! Look, hey, look, that face ... ahaha ... ]

[ Buhahaha! This is a lot of mental damage. ]

[ Gufu ... Kuku ... Stunned self-defeat ... ]

[ Hahaha, Kent-sama, you did it. ]

[ No, Project Meisa is in production from here. ]

I showed a confident smile to the three people who laughed out loud.

Camilla was standing by the bedside for a while, but it seems that she finally returned to herself and began to think about countermeasures.

And what Camilla got was a big jug on the side table.

With a small sigh, Camilla sits down on the bed, holding the jug several times and examining the angle and twist of her body.

Eventually, she sighed again, perhaps because she felt better, and in the bed she sprinkled the contents of the jug from her chest to her crotch and onto the bed.

Well, it's a common pattern for eradicating evidence.

Camilla called her exclusive maid while soaked.

"I'm sorry, I was sleeping and knocked the jug over ..."

"Yes, I'll do the cleaning up."

"I'm sorry ..."

"Camilla-sama, this degree is nothing ..."

Camilla shook her head weakly and headed for the bathroom.

The maid looks worried about the unusual appearance of Camilla.

The maid, who prepared a change of clothes for her, started cleaning up the soaked bed, but stopped while peeling the sheets off and began to sniff the surroundings.

Ah, I'm sorry, I was tired, and I was taking sleeping pills and magical restoration medicine, so the smell may have been quite bad.

The maid might have noticed the odor, and when she took a deep breath and opened her eyes, she hurriedly stripped the bedding from the bed and began to put it away.

Camilla, on the other hand, sighs repeatedly in the bathroom, thoroughly washing her body, and even after returning to the dressing room, she smells her body.

Camilla dresses in easy-to-move clothes for training, tightens her expression, and retruns to the living room, but there is an indescribable subtle atmosphere with the maid.

"Uh, yeah ... uh, I'm sorry, but keep this morning's failure a secret, as the commander of the garrison, to be half asleep and water, water is spilled, such a thing can't be known to the subordinates."

Uhyahya, did you say it twice because it's important? But the maid seems to know.

"Yes, I know, I won't tell anyone!"

"Oh yeah ... I'm counting on you ..."

Uhyahya, I have a stomachache, I have a stomachache ... Camilla is asking the maid with teary eyes.

[ Buhahaha, Kent-sama, you did it, which should have left no damage to her body but deeply scratched her heart. ]

[ Yeah, but Reinhardt, Project Meisa isn't over yet. ]

[ Well, is there still something? ]

[ Yeah, but that's after I've done my errands at Volzard and come back later. ]

Watching from the shadow world, Camilla was exposed to the warm eyes of the maid who served her, and when she drank tea with an unbearable expression, she went out for training as usual.

It would be a big mistake to think that this was the end, because the grudges of Funayama and I won't end with this.

But let's go back to Volzard and get what I have to do out of the way.

I mean, it's going to be a big job to solve Manon's misunderstanding ... Someone help me!