Cheat Magician Life That Started From Being Judged Useless

Camilla Riesenburg was at her desk in her own room in her quarters.

It was the day of rest, so she was not in uniform, but she was dressed in riding pants, boots, and a simple shirt on top as well.

There are a number of papers spread out on the desk, and deep wrinkles are carved in the space between Camilla's eyebrows as she looks through them.

''It doesn't look good...''

His right hand rolls up a document, and the index finger of his free left hand taps on the desk in an irritating, tentative manner.

''That, maybe........the western harvest report.......''

More desertification?

"I don't need to look at the numbers, but I think I can see it in his face.

I see.

Indeed, Reinhardt is right, Camilla has a face that looks like she's bitten down on a bitter worm.

Since she was summoned to this world and was immediately discarded, I don't have a lot of time to look at Camilla diachronically, but I have the impression that she was sarcastic and confident.

This may be the first time I've seen Camilla's face in such distress.

Camilla rolls up her papers, writes out the numbers, repeats the calculations, and then gives a small shake of her head or a repeated sigh.

She shakes her head and sighs. The situation in the West is not looking good.

''Kent-sama, in the west, there is a collection of nobleman's fiefdoms that support the first prince.

According to Basten's research, there's a dark battle between the first prince faction and the second prince faction for the throne in the kingdom of Riesenburg.

Camilla seems to support the first prince and the biggest problem for the first prince group is the desertification of the west.

The decrease in the harvest is directly linked to a drop in tax revenues, and the First Prince faction's financial strength is being shaken.

On the other hand, many of the aristocrats who support the rival second prince have their fiefdoms in the eastern part of the country and are said to be benefiting from the desertification.

''Does that mean they're benefiting from a lower harvest and higher grain prices?''

"Yes, indeed, Master Kent, you are very good at understanding.

"I think we learned about the balance between supply and demand in class, but I don't remember exactly.

Basten says that desertification will reduce the harvest in the west, which will result in a shortage of grain, which will increase the price of grain, enriching the farmers in the east and forcing those in the west to buy more grain.

More and more, the east of the country will be richer and the west will suffer more.

For the second prince's aristocracy, it was more convenient for them to have desertification.

But if the harvest in the west of the country is reduced due to desertification, won't that lead to a decline in the power of the kingdom of Riesenburg?

''That's true, but if you only focus on faction disputes, you may not be able to focus on the future, or even if you feel threatened, you may not be able to move as much as you'd like because you're bound by your faction.

''I see.......what's the second prince group like?''

"I'm sorry, sir, I haven't been able to get to that point yet.

'I'm sorry, you can't look into it that fast.'

''It's just ... the Second Prince faction doesn't seem to have a good reputation among the citizens of King's City.''

"Yes, well okay, can you continue to look into it?

'Yes, sir. Let's see if we can find out who the prince is and who the major nobles are.

"Yes, please.

As I finished listening to Basten's explanation, there was a knock on the door of Camilla's room.

'Who is it...'

It's Shelia.

Come on in!

Excuse me....

Shelia was wearing a gown over her nightgown, unlike the maid's outfit she had seen in the chairperson's room.

Camilla got up from her chair and sat down shallowly at her desk, crossing her arms and smiling condescendingly at her.

'Is the sniveling brave, as early as ever?'

Yes, yes ... he's already rested.

Are you going to serve your purpose like that?

I've been serving with that in mind, sir.

Shelia replied with an expressionless expression, like a mask.

What? Oh, no, no, I don't think it's time for a real fight...

Oh....so you got a thing for sniveling...

'Shit ... it's not like that...'

He's trying to cover it up in a hurry, but as soon as he heard Takayama's participation in the actual battle, he took off his previous mask, so there's no way to deny it, is there?

It's a bit annoying, isn't it, that the limp-wristed brave man seems to have a real crush on her.

But now that Camilla's next battle has been mentioned, does she plan to do it soon?

"Well, even though he's a sniveling little boy, he has all those qualities, and we're not going to use him as a waste of time either.

Hearing Camilla's words, Shelia patted her chest.

''Most importantly, if you're going to be hit by a goblin or kobold or so, tell them you're not going to bother helping them, you can back off.

Yes, sir, I am, sir.

After Shelia left the room, Camilla continued to struggle with the papers, but when she suddenly stopped, she sighed one big sigh.

She rested her left elbow on the desk and propped her head up and stopped moving with her eyes closed.

Camilla didn't move slightly for two minutes, but when she opened her eyes unexpectedly, she turned her head lightly and began to put away her papers.

If I were to start drinking in my sleep, I would go with a plan of action, but it seems that I'm going to finish my bath first.

''What do you want to do? Mr. Kent.

"What?

"No matter how insignificant the information about the enemy is important...

"You might let your feelings out when you're feeling loose.

Hmmm ... maybe Reinhardt and the others want to see it too? You can't get rid of your afflictions when you're in your bones?

To be honest, I'd like to see that too.

Yes, it's peeping time for the second time tonight, after the chairman.

I can't complain about Gillik anymore, can I?

Camilla does all the dressing and bath preparation herself.

Normally she has her own maid to do it, she says, but on the days of rest, she gives her maid a break and does it herself.

No matter how much she is the commander of the garrison, it was unexpected that a royal named the Third Princess prepares the baths herself.

''Camilla........is trusted by her subordinates and maids......''

'You're considered important among the First Princes,'

From what Fred and Basten have said, they seem like caring people, even to those below them, but why is their treatment of us so bad?

After all, as Reinhardt said before, I wonder if there is a clear line between friend and foe.

Camilla, who methodically folded the clothes she had taken off to her underwear, sank her body into the bathtub and let out a deep, deep sigh.

''Phew........don't come back to life.......''

But still, you have a really decent style.

It looks like a gravure idol would run away barefoot.

Even so, there are still some firm muscles on her arms, thighs and shins, and you can see her abdominal muscles cracking.

''Every morning........I train every morning without fail.......''

Camilla is said to wake up early in the morning, even if she stays up late the day before looking over documents, and never neglects to train in swordplay, bodywork, and horsemanship.

She has a strict sense of self-discipline, and yet she treats her subordinates with compassion, which makes her popular and trustworthy.

If he had directed even half of that compassion towards us, things would have been easier, I think.......

After getting out of the bath, Camilla put on her nightgown and began to put on her robe and prepare for her nightcap.

Well then, I guess it's time to start the operation.

I take out a case containing a sleeping potion pill from my pocket.

The contents of the case is a large sleeping pill that is divided into eight parts.

I heard that even if I take one of these pills, I won't wake up even if I hit the pill once I fall asleep, but this time I'll use two pills just to be sure.

Camilla fills her glass a third of the way up and slowly savors the liquor, enjoying the mellow aroma.

Camilla's eyes are narrowed and her relaxed expression is so beautiful that even ten people would admire her.

If only she had a good personality, there would be nothing to complain about, but considering that she made an example of me and made an example of Funayama to death, I can't be in love with her.

When Camilla finishes the first cup and pours out the second, we start the operation.

''Well then, it's time to start the operation.........................Project Maisa begins!''

What a cool way to say it, but after searching Camilla's stomach and throwing in two pills, the first stage is over.

''Kent-sama, by Project Maisa's Maisa, do you mean Lord Maisa of the boarding house?''

'Yeah, that's right, that Meisa girl.'

Do you think it has something to do with the operation?

Yeah, we'll find out soon enough.

The effects of the pills were immediate.

Normally, Camilla would head to bed with a shifty gait, even after she'd had two drinks in her sleep, but tonight, before she had even finished her second drink, she made a series of raw, absent-minded gestures to her bedroom and collapsed into bed with a fuzzy gait.

After turning over a few times as it was, Camilla began to fall asleep.

''The rest of the story will have to wait until you're firmly asleep...''

I waited for an hour or so, until Camilla fell deeply asleep.

I stepped out of the shadows and poked Camilla's cheek with my finger, but she showed no signs of waking up.

''She seems to be completely asleep, so we'll move on to the next stage.

We prepared a large mug for pouring the ale.

Then he takes the mug and moves over.

'Master Kent, what are you doing?'

Yeah, excuse me...

Sorry for the dirty talk, Jobo Jobo Jobo, I poured my rivulet of water instead of ale into the mug and poured it into Camilla's crotch, where she was asleep.

Yeah, it made a great map of the high bedding.

I wonder what Camilla would think if there was no sign of anyone breaking in and her crotch was wet.........

"Bu-ha-ha! It's certainly Project Maisa, but this is terrible, terrible!'

"Dear Mr. Kent he's an abomination.

"Wow, pre-marital female royalty, you've done it, Master Kent.

"You're only mildly more generous than the way you treated me and Funayama.......Well, let's go home now that we've done the preparation.

I put the quilt on properly and head back to Volzard.

I asked Fred to keep an eye on Camilla when she woke up, as I would definitely like to see how she looked when she woke up.

The next morning, when we received the news that Camilla was awake, we rushed to Rustock.

Camilla hadn't been woken up by the maid, and she woke up every morning on her own to go to her training, but this morning she woke up at an even earlier hour.

When I rushed in, Camilla was standing stunned at her bedside.

Her face, which had been filled with hateful confidence, was pale and her eyes seemed unfocused.

The expression on his face as his gaze flitted back and forth between the bed and his own crotch, and he still couldn't accept the situation.

''Hahahaha! Look, hey, look at that face.........

"Bu-ha-ha! That's a lot of psychological damage.

"Ha-ha-ha, Master Kent, you did it.

'No, no, no, Project Maisa is just getting started.

She gave the three of them a confident smile as they laughed loudly.

Camilla stood by the bedside for a while, but finally came to herself and began to think of a way to deal with the situation.

And what Camilla held in her hand was a large jug of water that had been placed on the side table.

Giving a small sigh, Camilla sat down on the bed and held the jug several times, examining the angles and twists of her body.

Eventually, feeling hardened, she let out another sigh and scattered the contents of the jug across the bed, from her chest to her crotch and onto the bed.

Well, that's a common pattern for destroying evidence.

Camilla called for her resident maid in her water-soaked form.

''I'm sorry, I was sleepwalking and tipped the jug over...''

Yes, I'll clean up the mess.

I'm sorry...

Lady Camilla, I don't think you're feeling well...

Camilla weakly shook her head and went to the bathroom.

The maid looks worried at Camilla's unusual appearance.

After preparing Camilla's clothes, the maid prepared a change of clothes and began to clean up the soaked bed, but she stopped when she stripped off the sheets and began to worry about the smell around her, Kun Kun.

Oh, I'm sorry, I was tired, and I was taking some sleeping pills or something to restore my magic, so the smell might have been pretty bad.

The maid must have realized what the smell was, because she gulped heavily and opened her eyes and began to strip the bedclothes off the bed and put them away in a great hurry.

Camilla, on the other hand, washed herself carefully in the bathroom, sighing repeatedly, and even after returning to the changing room, she continued to smell her body.

Dressed in comfortable clothes for training, Camilla returned to the living room with a tightened expression, but there is an air of indescribable subtlety between her and the maid.

''Uh, yeah ... ah, sorry, but please keep this morning's failure a secret, because a man who is supposed to be the commander of the garrison can't show his subordinates how to sleepwalk and spill water, water.

Uh-oh, did I say that twice because it's important? But the maid seems to know what she's talking about.

'Yes, sir, I know it by heart, and I will never, ever, ever leak it to anyone else!

Oh, yeah....please...

Uhi-hi-hi, my stomach hurts, my stomach hurts.............................Camilla is begging the maid with tears in her eyes.

''Buhaha, Kent-sama, you did it, this would have done no damage to your body and carved a deep wound in your heart.

'Yes, but you see, Reinhardt, Project Maisa isn't over yet.

'Ho, is there more to come?

'Yes, but I'll get to that later, when I come back from running some errands in Volzard.

Camilla watched from the world of shadows, got a warm, lukewarm look from the maids serving her, drank her tea with an uncomfortable expression on her face, and then went off to her training as usual.

If you think this is the end of it, you're wrong, because me and Funayama's grudge isn't like this.

But let's go back to Volzard and get my things done once I'm done.

I mean, I've got a huge task ahead of me, which is to clear up Manon's misunderstanding.......someone help me!