Otome Game Mob Villain Chapter 586

"Lord Ridd, please take care."

"Yeah, thank you. Fara, if anything happens, make sure to contact right away."

After saying that, I lightly hugged her, and she twitched her ears happily, nodding with a cheerful "Yes."

Right now, we are at the entrance of the new mansion.

Outside, the area is bustling with many charcoal cars, carriages, cargo carts, and a large number of people preparing for departure.

After finishing all my duties in baldia—reporting to my father, clearing the backlog of paperwork, and conducting training sessions for the young nobles and cadets of the Fox Clan—I am setting off again today for the Fox Clan territory.

The old Grandork faction of the Fox tribe , who were involved in embezzling funds from the "Fox Clan Reconstruction Five-Year Plan," were mostly stripped of their titles and rapidly lost their power.

The territories they once governed are now under the managent of the new Grandork family, with Amon and overseeing them.

To fundantally reform the Fox tribe territory, we had to deal with the corrupt and politically decayed nobles. As a result, Amon and Capella are likely swamped with administrative work right now.

After all, we’ve taken direct control of all the territories previously managed by the deposed nobles, which has naturally led to a massive increase in workload.

On top of that, we’re also uncovering the illegal activities these nobles thought they could get away with in their own territories.

The new Grandork family is in the midst of what you could call the "pains of childbirth," dealing with an overwhelming amount of work.

As Fara shyly pulled away from my chest, I noticed my mother, dressed formally and seated in a wheelchair, smiling at us.

"Ridd, please take care of Tis and Citri as well."

"Of course, I will."

I answered imdiately and glanced over at the two of them, who were chatting and laughing with l and Kiel a short distance away.

At their feet were Cookie and Biscuit, both in their kitten forms.

Tis, who recently beca a adopted daughter of the Baldia family, is now engaged to Amon.

As part of my assignnt to the Fox Clan territory, the two of them will et formally.

This engagent isn’t so much about sending Tis, my foster sister, to marry Amon, but rather about having Amon marry into the Valdia family through Tis.

That would be a more accurate description of the power dynamics.

Amon, who has beco the new tribe leader of the Fox tribe with the help of the Baldia family, secretly agreed to "submit to the Baldia family" in exchange for their support.

Only a very limited number of people within the Vbldia family, including my father and , are aware of this arrangent.

Although my father has reported the situation to Their Majesties at the top of the empire, outside the territory, only those two are likely to know about it.

Citri, Amon’s sister, has also returned ho to attend the formal eting.

Afterward, it will be officially announced that she will return to Valdia for an extended period of study to broaden her horizons.

As a girl of the clan leader’s bloodline, Citri was at risk of being targeted by the remnants of the old regi who might try to usurp her position in the early days of the new governnt.

In fact, there were signs that nobles like Gabriel of the Santas family and others were plotting to make her their wife.

Although the old regi nobles have been stripped of their titles, it was decided that Citri would stay in Baldia territory until the new governnt becos more stable.

To put it harshly, she also serves as a sort of "hostage" to ensure Amon’s compliance.

However, Citri has grown very fond of baldia and adores my mother as if she were her own, so from an outsider’s perspective, she doesn’t co across as a "hostage."

"Huh…"

As I watched l and the others chatting, I suddenly realized sothing.

"Co to think of it, I don’t see Father around."

"Oh, now that you ntion it, you’re right."

He’s usually here to see off at tis like this.

As I looked around with my mother, l and the others approached us.

"Brother, Mother, is sothing wrong?"

"No, I just noticed Father isn’t here. Have you seen him, l?"

"Father said he had so business to attend to and went out earlier."

"Ah, I see."

Business, huh?

Whenever I’m about to leave like this, Father always makes sure to see off.

I wonder if sothing ca up.

As I tilted my head in thought, Citri, who had been standing behind l, shyly murmured, "Um, Brother Lidd…"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"How… how do I look in this outfit?"

Citri said this while glancing down at the dress she was wearing.

She was dressed in a formal empire-style dress, similar to what l and my mother were wearing.

However, compared to l’s frilly and lively dress, Citri’s had fewer frills and gave off a more calm and elegant impression.

Looking at her more closely, her complexion and overall health seed much better than before, with her black hair and pale skin now glowing with vitality.

When she first arrived in Valdia, her cheeks were slightly hollow, and she looked thin.

I heard that she hadn’t been treated well in the Fox Clan territory, so she might have been malnourished at the ti.

Since coming to Valdia, Citri has been able to eat nutritious als and live in a much better environnt than before.

This must be her true, healthy self.

"Yeah, it suits you very well."

"R-really? Thank you."

Citri smiled shyly, clearly pleased.

Still, there’s sothing about her that reminds of soone, especially around the eyes.

As I stared at her, Citri tilted her head and asked, "Brother, is sothing wrong?"

At that mont, a certain person ca to mind, and I suddenly realized.

"Ah, that’s it. Citri, you look a lot like Rafa."

"Like Sister Rafa?"

Now that I think about it, they are sisters, so it’s only natural that they resemble each other.

However, Citri didn’t seem too happy about the comparison, as her cheeks gradually puffed up in displeasure.

"Brother, with all due respect, I am not a 'scoundrel woman' like Sister Rafa, nor do I intend to beco one."

After saying this, Citri pouted and turned her face away.

At the sa ti, the word "scoundrel woman" caused a stir among everyone present at the entrance.

If I recall correctly, "scoundrel woman" is a derogatory term used to describe a woman who is unruly, cunning, and lacks refinent.

In any case, it’s not a term you should casually use about your own sister.

"Ci-Citri, where did you learn such a word?"

"...The nobles and Brother Marbas, who were often manipulated by Sister Rafa, would mutter it behind her back. I was curious, so I looked it up and fully understand its aning."

She answered my question and then snorted, turning away again.

Even if they were frustrated with Rafa, Marbas and the nobles shouldn’t have used such crude language in front of a child.

This suggests that Citri has a very low opinion of Rafa, or perhaps there’s so misunderstanding between them.

Otherwise, there might be so serious conflict between the sisters.

Co to think of it, I rember Citri being much more reserved in the past.

Perhaps, after regaining her energy and confidence in Valdia, her naturally strong-willed side has started to show.

As I stood there, a mix of exasperation and confusion washing over , I suddenly felt a cold gaze from behind, sending a shiver down my spine.

Turning around, I saw Fara smiling thinly, her eyes narrowed, as a dark aura and chill emanated from her.

"To say they look alike... You’ve been paying quite a lot of attention to her face, haven’t you?"