A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

364 – Side Story 1. A World Without You (2)

The Kingdom of Nostrum has disappeared.

To be exact, the name of the country was changed.

In the past two months, everything has changed so much that it’s hard to say, ‘Can a country change just by changing its name?’

The war is over.

But now survival is a question.

About 1/3 of the territory of the former Nostrum Kingdom was devastated, and the population decreased by about 1/10.

Truly, a catastrophe itself.

In this enormous orgy of death, where one in ten people disappeared, people fell into despair and fear.

It is similar to or worse than the ‘black plague’ that is said to have covered the continent in the past.

However, the war is over.

Even though the imperial flying palace fell on the royal capital of Toledo and everything in the royal capital was destroyed, humans live tenaciously.

People began to gather in places where they could provide food, clothing, and shelter.

Even though they lost their entire family, those who lost their family members joined forces and started heading to a place where many survivors were gathered.

Orosol, Morgania, Barcelona, and Gibraltar.

What they have in common is that these were places where the enemy was easily blocked in the war against the empire, and although there were casualties from the battles, there were no massacres of civilians.

As a result, people naturally gathered here.

They say there is a lot to eat in Barcelona.

They say there are a lot of supplies left in Morgania.

It is said that the imperial building in Orosol has enough space for 30 people to stay in one room.

Gibraltar also suffered damage, but paradoxically, it is said to be the place where the imperial army’s boots were the least stamped, so it has almost its pre-war appearance.

The survivors spread out across the province had to make a choice.

Should we continue to live in a place where a lord who abandoned his territory and ran away taking care of only his family or his family says ‘ahem’ and returns?

Or should we continue to live as before in the land that another lord who protected us risked his life to protect?

The situations in each territory were different and the choices each citizen made were different, but most of the aspects they showed were similar.

Those in a place where the lord risked his life were willing to protect their hometown his.

Those in regions where the lords had fled or wanted to surrender to the empire abandoned their lords and began heading to the four major survival areas.

-What are you doing! How dare you abandon your place and run away!

In the latter case, several lords began to block its path.

-Hello! Arrest those people right away and throw them in prison! How dare you try to leave on your own because of Young Jimin!

The lord shouted.

However, he did not know-by his standards-how vicious the survivors could become in a catastrophe where so many people died, with one in ten dying.

“Well, it’s a fucking show. Is that so?”

Count Robert Barcelona read the first page and last sentence of the document placed in front of him.

“So this is…”

“It is said that these are the words that Baron Ireland’s knights shouted when they murdered the baron.”

“…”

“The knights have disappeared, and the citizens of the Barony of Ireland are flocking to the nearest territory… Here, Barcelona.”

“I see.”

Events that were unthinkable before the war are unfolding.

“Are the people starting to move to protect themselves?”

The world has changed.

So many things have changed that it is impossible to summarize them in one line.

However, even amidst the changes, people must live.

“Knights, how do we issue a wanted order? I know who it is.”

“A wanted order should be issued, but rumors are also being spread. It’s just a formality.”

Sir Robert held up the seal.

“That’s a natural death. He was just lucky to survive. If his luck had been normal, he would have been killed long ago by imperial assassins.”

Boom.

The document was stamped with the earl’s stamp in bold, but Sir Robert frowned.

“Damn… “

I had stamped so many documents that before I knew it, all the ink that was supposed to be on the stamp had worn off.

“Count.”

The administrator asked carefully, fiddling with the documents in his arms.

“Shall we handle all these cases?”

“What?”

“The Emperor is dead, and the Empire no longer has the strength to continue the war, but the war is not officially over.”

“Of course.”

The person to declare the end of the war has disappeared.

This is because the Habsburg Emperor died, the Tersian Empire was torn apart, and small empires were pouring into each territory, shouting ‘I am Thersian’.

“As a result of finding out through acquaintances among the shadows currently in the empire, there are 13 systems larger than a kingdom and larger than an earldom.”

“So, there are 13 Thersian Empires?”

“If you include those who said ‘we are the empire’ without saying anything…”

“That’s it. In the end, doesn’t it mean that none of them have the ‘caliber’ to declare the end of the war?”

Even if it was divided into four parts, it was so divided that no one could call themselves an empire.

“Yes. If you look at the size of a single country, the country with the largest territory and population is none other than…”

“Holy Kingdom of Spain.”

If there is only one place that can be called an empire, it would be the newly renamed Kingdom of Spain, the former Kingdom of Nostrum.

“Are those documents, by any chance, a request for negotiations on the end of the war delivered through shadows?”

“…That’s accurate.”

The administrator opened his eyes wide and held out the document.

“This is a statement from the self-proclaimed successors of the Thersian Empires.”

“It’s absurd. Depending on who we put at the table to declare the end of the war, that person will become the successor to the Thersian Empire.”

“That’s how it happens.”

Although it may be ambiguous to say that Spain won the war, the current situation shows that Spain is acting like a victorious country.

“What would be good if we declared the end of the war?”

“At least the Spanish people will be able to focus on living without worrying that war will break out again for the time being.”

There have been so many deaths, but in order to overcome those deaths and survive, the Spanish people use sadness and anger as their driving force and fight for survival.

“We will rebuild the destroyed city, grow barely surviving crops in the ruined rice fields, and rebuild collapsed houses. Those who have lost their families will create new families, and we will become a new community that mourns the dead together.”

“…”

“And I believe that there will be no need for the old Nostrum nobles in that community.”

The administrator slowly extended his hand to the side.

“Just say the word and we will eliminate them.”

“…”

“We will eliminate the cancers of the kingdom who are unsuited to the new kingdom of Spain and who are still trying to enjoy its prestige with only its previous authority and power.”

“Because the war isn’t over yet?”

“If you kill them before the end of the war, it is the Empire’s fault, but if you remove them after the end of the war, it becomes an assassination.”

“…”

Sir Robert quietly sipped his tea and quenched his thirst.

“That.”

Sir Robert shook his head in a low voice.

“If you’re thinking of running away on a business trip saying you’re going to kill trash, then get rid of it.”

“Tch.”

The administrator clicks his tongue

“But, Count.”

“It is better to handle administrative tasks such as refugee district distribution and food distribution while the shadows are out killing such scum.”

“…”

“Where are you going to run away?”

The administrator and those who were secretly watching the situation in the office in the hallway behind them all turned pale.

“Or are you guys trying to run away from here and go to the empire?”

“Well, that’s not it!”

“Why? Aren’t you also the rightful heirs to the throne?”

The administrator avoided eye contact.

The ultramarine blue energy in his eyes was very faint, but it clearly showed who the ultramarine blue color came from.

“Are you going to go to the empire, capture a random noble, and then shout, ‘I am the emperor’s heir?'”

“No.”

“Then?”

“…Rather than handling administrative work, I thought it would be better to remove the trash from the old Nostrum.”

“Who doesn’t know the intention behind trying to get a vacation by saying that they will assassinate nobles?”

“…”

The administrators’ expressions instantly became gloomy.

“Ha. Well, if you say that the empire’s soldiers suddenly rushed out…”

“I’ll run first.”

“…”

“If you are a master, you can run in one step.”

“Count. Should I use a dragon-slaying knife to kill bugs? Those bugs will be dealt with by people like us.”

“No, no. At least one person must quickly protect the people of the Kingdom of Spain, so how can a person called the count of the kingdom remain silent?”

Is it because I was so tired?

Slowly, a sound filled with confusion echoed in the office.

“…Well, it would be best if something like that didn’t happen.”

Sir Robert chuckled and took out a new ink from the drawer.

“Be prepared, but deal with the things in front of you first. That way… “

“Count Robert.”

The open office door was kicked down, and someone with a haggard appearance entered the room.

“…Oh my, my.”

As soon as he saw him, Robert shook his head and stood up, and the administrator looked even paler than before and trembled while holding the document.

“You guys take care of the remaining documents. I have an important ‘government meeting’ to attend.”

“Count!”

“Uh huh.”

Sir Robert raised his thumb toward the tearful-looking magistrate.

“Don’t whine. You can do it.”

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“Uh, uh… “

“Okay then.”

Sir Robert left the office just like that, along with the man who came to see him.

“Huh.”

“It will be your future.”

“What are you talking about?”

Robert looked the haggard, half-dead man up and down.

“Hex re-amortization.”

“…”

Hex.

Previously, he had the surname and title ‘Viscount Romana’ –

“Or should I call you Archduke of Morgania and Chancellor?”

“…”

The first prime minister of the Holy Kingdom of Spain and the successor to the Duke of Morgania.

“Sir Robert.”

Prince Hex ran his fingers under his eyes and sighed.

“If I die from overwork, in my will I will unconditionally recommend you as the next prime minister and leave.”

“You already wrote it that way, right?”

“…Okay. Please help me so I don’t die from overwork.”

Archduke Hex took a glass bottle filled with red liquid from his arms and drank it down as he walked down the hallway.

“This agenda won’t be easy.”

“…”

“Golden disappearance crisis.”

Archduke Hex slowly opened his mouth.

“Currently, half of the gold spread throughout the old Nostrum Kingdom has disappeared. It’s like melting, turning into fog.”

“…”

“No, what about half? In fact, it should be said that about 70… No, about 80% has disappeared.”

Was it a terrible disaster that 1/5 of the kingdom’s citizens died?

Or was it a more terrible disaster that about 3/4 of the gold in the kingdom, including currency, disappeared?

“Do you have any guesses?”

“Yes.”

Sir Robert took out a gold coin from his pocket

“Is there really anything? The golden dragon that protected Nostrum has disappeared, so all the ‘false gold’ that the golden dragon sowed on this land has been scattered as mana.”

“So, what should we do now?”

“Is there anything special?”

Robert unfolded a piece of paper that was folded under the gold coin.

“We should start using it from now on. This is now our currency.”

“…I don’t know.”

Prince Hex’s eyes fluttered.

“The economics department will take care of it.”

Moment.

In Robert’s memory, a boy’s voice appeared.

-The superiors just need to decide the direction.

Gray Gibraltar said.

-Shoveling and digging is the job of subordinates.

Nod.

Sir Robert is not from the Ministry of Economic Affairs.