A...... Girlish?

Sturja thought she was wrong at first, but she believed more than anyone else the "truth" she had seen—it was indeed a young girl. She sat on the couch in the small hall at the end of the www.biquge.info, wearing a dark gray trench coat and a snow-white shirt.

Greid's penchant for inviting different people to Tashapol benefited from this, seeing people from different professions and different places.

But Sturya had never seen a person like this girl, or very little.

Sturya's first reaction was that she felt that the girl had a beautiful face - the girl's three-dimensional facial features seemed to come from the hand of a sculptor, but that might not be appropriate, because she gave people the impression of being small, and such three-dimensional facial features were easy to make people feel abrupt, but roughly because of the soft glow on her skin, it would not make people feel that her face was stiff.

But this girl is too thin, as if her expression is not as innocent as a girl because of her years of thinking, and with the excessively pale skin, she looks like a patient who has suffered from illness all year round.

"Who are you?" Sturya forced himself to remain calm, examining the girl in front of him with almost inconspicuous eyes.

No one else should be in here.

Suddenly, Sturya noticed the girl's eyes.

She should have noticed the "only" color of the girl—her white-blond hair was so pale that it could almost be said to be unclear, and a dull color like dark gray went unnoticed on her body.

The eyes were blue-purple, like jewels, jewels with the brilliance of the stars.

Sturya didn't know anyone with eyes of this color, but she knew that they were a sign of the famous family, the Wyzdem.

"You're from House Wizdem?" Stuarta blurted out, her voice breaking her composure.

The territory of Shevrin was a closed territory, and it was only in the second year of Misé's reign that Tashapori learned about it.

However, it had been many years since the disappearance of the young lady of the Wyzdem family, and it was impossible for her not to know about it.

"The Wyzdem family?" the girl was stunned for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on her face, "So, you are now the administrator of Tashapol?"

Sturja was reluctant to take Fitney's word for grant, believing that the girl must have some connection to the noble family.

But why did such a girl appear here?

She didn't think the girl was a thief with bad intentions - no thief would appear to the housekeeper like that, and Sturya didn't believe anyone could sneak in without a word.

What's more, there was a natural air of dignity in her, gestures that only true aristocrats could have, and they were so confident that they might look bad.

"My name is Sturya. It was the one who temporarily managed Tashapol. "If Mademoiselle wants to visit Tashapol, just send a servant to tell us, and we're ready to welcome you." ”

"I see, but it's useless to let the servants come to you now. The girl said, standing up and walking towards the shelves, "He loves books, and although they are part of his collection, they ...... It's a lot of effort, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mr. Greider did put a lot of effort into some precious books, but I don't think I have the qualifications to put forward those efforts. Stuart paused.

The girl didn't say anything more, she stood in front of a bookcase, she looked like a girl playing in the garden—Stuarta at first glance thought that she didn't look like a girl, but now there was a hint of girlish innocence on her face, which was inexplicable.

"Architecture, water conservancy, farming techniques...... "A Corner of the World Beyond Ironia's Attention," comes from an author who does not want to be named. The girl read the title of the book softly.

"It's not a big deal, Mr. Greider still has a hobby of collecting...... Maybe I just think it's more interesting to read like this. Sturja tried to keep his tone as calm as he could.

This is one of Greid's favorite books, but it was attacked by the Holy See when it first appeared, and if it weren't for the author's pathetic foresight and not revealing his name, it would probably have been the focus of the Holy See's attention.

But Greid loved the book after all.

"Greid loved this book, didn't he? But Fitney's words made Sturya's efforts all in vain.

"It's a good book. Stuarta was reluctant to argue with the girl about this under Greid's name.

"Indeed, this is one of the most useful books in the world, there is no one. However, the girl's words surprised Sturya a little.

A young nobleman thinks these things are useful?

It was a craftsman's business, and it shouldn't have anything to do with her being a nobleman.

"Did he ever work hard for these things?" said the maiden again.

"Yes. Sturja gave an accurate answer.

"How far has it go?"

"Until His Highness disappeared. ”

"Do you believe he's just missing?"

Sturja was silent for a while, and the girl turned her head to look at her when she received no answer—just in time to see her nodding heavily: "The people who live in Tashapol believe that he is simply missing. ”

The girl lowered her head, and she looked at the book silently—it was full of Greid's notes.

Even civilians would say that Greid had governed the Shevrin domain well, but no one could say why—what he did.

Really...... Or come here in person to find out.

"Who is the person in charge of these farming techniques?" the girl held up the book in her hand and pointed to the things that Grede had marked in the book, but the place where it seemed to be used as the name of the person in charge after the cultivation technique was vague.

"Yes...... Mr. Lawler. Stuart paused.

Sturya's face stiffened, and she wondered if it was time for her to warn the noble lady who didn't seem to be aware of the situation.

"Then it should be about the same by now. The maiden closed the book and seemed to want to leave the place - to Sturya's relief, but the maiden suddenly remembered something, and she turned to Sturya and said, "I forgot to introduce myself, although you think that Greid is still alive, many people don't—so I have the honor of taking his place in the management of this territory, my name is Fernet Freyton." ”