Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Territorial Assembly

House of the People's Congress.

I barely have a face in this House of Territorial Councillors because I went mostly to the Mansion's office about the clerkship, and Uruge, the tax collector, comes to deliver papers and stuff on a regular basis.

Well, I'm letting Mayor Andrew handle everything around there. Don't be late for work without me.

But.

Today, that's not how it works.

"Well gathered, everyone."

Meeting room in the House of the Territorial Assembly - there are ten people gathered at that round table, except me. Naturally, there are eight villages and two towns present in Fleetberg territory, their representatives.

There are naturally all the faces I know, such as the mayor of the town of Fulcus, Andrew, and the mayor of the village of Elysio in Bath. At first - compared to when I said hello when I succeeded Fleetberg territory, you could say they all looked familiar. Incidentally, the newly created village of Marton was excluded this time because it has not yet formed the form of a village.

In other words, you can assume that each representative is here: the town of Furkus, the two towns of Raccoon, the village of Bath, the village of Kafkev, the village of Dakao, the village of Yarb, the village of Seemo, the village of Secchi, the village of Hyan and the village of Redsta.

"Kohon... lord which"

So the town of Raccoon, which had little interaction until now - its mayor, the old man, Mr. Josh, coughed up.

What is in its hands is a convocation of the Territorial Assembly.

"Oh, what's up"

"First, I'd like you to explain."

"Of course. I think they're all confused. But this time, I asked you to gather your views on this agenda."

I sent it, summons.

There, of course, is this agenda - from territory to territory, down to the Heilhorn Union, it says that.

"Right now the territory has a problem"

"Well... is that a problem"

"First, Fleetberg territory is now rich. Thanks to lower tax rates than in other territories, increased crop yields and, in addition, the efforts of the town's chamber of commerce, we can say that the economy is considerably better"

"Yes."

This is true.

When I had just inherited Fleetberg territory, I would never have said that the economy was a good territory. It was a territory that was in a vicious circle of complete bicycle operation.

However, there has also been a shift in the skeleton workforce and the production of cotton yarn, and tax revenues are quite black.

"Currently, Fleetberg territory has the asylum of the Grand Slam Empire. But the villagers in Bath's village will know it in particular. About the Sacred Church."

"... yeah, I still remember you"

"That, my judgment was sweet. I'm so sorry."

"Your lord is not to be apologized for. We are satisfied."

Elysio Village Manager with a young, stern face and a smile on his face.

If I had been more careful, there would have been a massacre - a victim of it. Even now, I have nights I can't sleep with regret.

Such a tragedy must never happen again.

"The imperial capital, E. Nurtz, has the main hall of the 'Ecclesiastes'. It is not clearly shown to be a national religion, but it can be said that almost the Gran Slam Empire is under the control of the 'sacrament'. And the scriptures of" Ecclesiastes "seem to depict the apostolic figure and the doings of the cult... in the figure of the skeleton."

"That's what you proclaimed. They are."

"Oh. And the curse of 'Ecclesiastes' can never escape more than Fleetberg territory being sheltered by the Grand Slam Empire. Because they don't recognize the skeletons working in the countryside right now. At the moment, the officials of the 'Episcopal Church' will never let them through, but I don't know how they will move in the future"

……

Everyone, be silent.

I don't see how you're going to get your hands on this one right now, but I really don't know what's going to happen in the future.

Maybe even take the story to the upper echelons of the empire and work on Fleetberg territory.

Then this time, it will be an all-out war.

"But the Heilhorn Union does not recognize 'ecclesiastical'. Rather, I believe that 'ecclesiastical' is the cult. And one of the Heilhorn Union, the princess of the Kingdom of Micheli… Princess Annelotte has a high regard for the skeletons engaged in farming"

"Ooh..."

"Rural areas that gasp for poverty, like Fleetberg territory, will exist in other ways. I'd like to offer skeletons to those villages. But that's impossible as long as you belong to the Grand Slam Empire."

In response to my words, the village chiefs said "Indeed…" and "I see…" in tune.

They're the ones who know more about rural skeletons than anyone. It was Skeleton who replaced the workers in the rural areas where there was a shortage of workers.

Because you know that, snort.

"So I'm going to change my affiliation from the Grand Slam Empire to the Heilhorn Union to Fleetberg territory."

"... Hmm"

"But..."

"I see..."

"May I ask you a question?

In each roaring, it was Mayor Josh who raised his hand.

I nod silently and give my opinion.

"How will we change? How many minutes, I was born and have lived as an imperial citizen until now. What does changing the country you belong to do to the townspeople?

"It doesn't make a big difference. But Heilhorn and Grand Slam never have a good relationship. Perhaps it could develop into a great war. At that time, this Fleetberg realm is at the forefront."

"Oh my...!

Don't hide it, tell them everything.

Even if you tell them all the good things side-by-side, when things change, they say, "It's not like talking! I'm just saying." Then you should tell him from the beginning.

"But I want you to feel safe. I've prepared as many wars as I can fight in that war, as a squad of Skeletons. Never conscript or anything from townspeople or villagers, and let's promise we won't get caught up in the war. The Heilhorn Union has also promised me that it will sprain its forces."

"Mm, mmm..."

"But war is..."

"That too, with the Empire..."

"Hmm..."

The village chiefs have a uniformly sinister face.

But there, Mayor Andrew slapped his hand.

"I agree"

"Mayor!?

"Fleetberg territory has developed so much, above all because of the existence of skeletons. Because Skeleton is farming us, we were able to secure production. Tax revenues are also up your right shoulder. It was Jin who did this to me."

"Mm..."

"I would make no mistake if it was Master Jin's decision to save this territory...... I think so. The townspeople will be convinced."

"... Mayor"

Unexpectedly, I almost cried.

That's all Mayor Andrew has to say about me. And to the words of the mayor of Andrew, the mayors of each village also have their faces broken.

I'm really glad you said "Sure" and "Thanks to your lord" each.

Just.

My lord.

"Oh."

Only the mayor of Josh in the town of Raccoon.

With a sharp eye, he looked at me.

"I, and the town of Raccoon, disagree with your lord"