Volume 1 Chapter 48 Genderbend Female Knight, Living Peacefully At The Academy
"I don't really have anything to do, huh..."
"Young lady, have you made a decision?"
"No, I haven't, Roberta."
Roberta, who officially became the adopted daughter of the Baron Vidilva family, was accompanying Eleonora as a pupil to learn manners.
Originally, she would have been sent to either the Baron family above her or the Viscount family. However, it was decided that she should serve her original master and act as a bridge to Eleonora. So, it continued.
"Spring is almost over, and since the exams are done, everyone's feeling relaxed. I guess I'll relax too."
"Speaking of relaxing, I hear the Crown Prince is the same way."
Eleonora tilted her head and looked at Roberta, prompting her to continue.
"And I hear he often meets with the saint, young lady!"
"Hmph... maybe that's why the Grand Duke's daughter said not to get involved."
She stretched her back sharply, using the movement to stand up from the sofa.
"I'm going for a walk. Keep the room tidy."
"Yes, please do."
In the empty courtyard in the evening, Eleonora gazed at the sunset.
Did she make good use of the coins she sent?
She idly thought she should check when she returned in summer. Suddenly, distant voices reached her ears.
"...What's going on? Everyone's in a good mood, but now they're just brooding."
Turning her gaze, she saw someone she knew—Clarissa, fiercely questioning a first-year student.
"Lady Clarissa, I never thought she'd get so worked up."
Watching as Clarissa started to run, the remaining first-year student lowered her head dejectedly and walked away with a gloomy expression.
"Women are so scary..."
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But the next day, Eleonora would feel even greater fear.
"There was a junior student who hit Theodore."
Hearing this from someone from Italy, Eleonora frowned and replied.
"Silver hair?"
"Yes."
"Tall, but a little short?"
"Yes. Do you know her?"
"Yesterday, I saw Lady Clarissa completely lose her temper."
"Eh, you went over there too?"
Italy covered her mouth with her hand, looking shocked. After a moment, she spoke.
"Could you discipline her?"
"No, I was told by the Grand Duke's daughter to stay away from this."
Eleonora scratched her head furiously, sighed, and began walking, with Italy following her.
"I don't get why she would get involved with a woman who have a fiancée. It's clearly trouble."
"I heard she's originally a bastard child, so I thought she might not have received proper education."
"But if she has even a little sense, she should know not to take what's not her, right?"
"I've heard there are some people who can't control themselves..."
Italy frowned with a troubled expression and muttered, while Eleonora also sighed.
"Still, seeing you want to get involved in all these troubles, is this your hobby?"
"Well, you know, you don't get excited unless it's someone else's problem, right?"
"If that's the case, there's nothing to be done. Even if I try to cut ties, you keep coming to me."
It's a niche hobby, but in a way, it could be considered quite common.
Dramas about infidelity were once popular in her country of origin, which might prove that people, to some extent, want what belongs to others.
"Anyway, if you do that under feudalism, people will die—that's all."
In this medieval world, marriage isn't about individuals starting new families; it's about alliances between families.
This was clear from the engagement between Yoash and Roberta.
Each family shares their benefits to ensure their survival for the next generation, for the next 20 years.
The Guccini family makes money to sustain the house, while the Vidilva family provides military power to eliminate threats—a mutually dependent relationship considered ideal.
In short, the goal of a marriage alliance is to create a system where neither side betrays the other.
Both sides are reassured by having children who carry their family blood, which is why at least two male children are desired.
What would happen if someone tried to break into such a relationship?
The answer is simple: [Eliminate].
There's no room to accept outsiders. Even if there were, all we could say is, "Let's sever ties in the next generation."
What the silver-haired girl was doing was almost equivalent to suicide, as Eleonora saw it.
"I also have to find my brother's marriage partner, but if I do it like that, I will die."
"It's beyond what parents will say, and house arrest might also be possible, which is somehow..."
Phew, as she expressed her helplessness, Eleonora reached a single conclusion.
"It's fine as long as fools do foolish things, but if it looks like damage might come to you, it's better to run away."
"I agree."
In this era, especially among the nobility, everything is based on the principle of personal responsibility and self-reliance. Unless there's an extreme situation—like a territorial dispute over inheritance—nobles don't request intervention from the kingdom.
The reason is that doing so would reduce their own share, so they have no choice but to resolve matters with their own strength.
However, Eleonora would learn that there are exceptions to everything during the duel trial she fought as the Grand Duke's proxy daughter at the end of that year—though it was too late to know.
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