I got up in the morning and got out of bed as usual, left it to the maid squad to get dressed and move to the big dining room for breakfast.

Several maids were already waiting in the dining room and bowed their heads almost simultaneously as I showed up.

Sitting in a chair pulled by one of the maids began serving them.

A young maid brings food out of the kitchen, and Zoe the maid receives it and puts it in front of me.

And drinks. A young maid brings it, Zoe takes it, and she clings it to my glass.

There is also an upward and downward relationship between maids.

Zoe has served me for years, so she's in quite a position among the maids.

I'm Prince Xian.

In order to serve you directly, you have to emerge to some extent in the maid - it is the aristocracy's somehow decided.

As I was carrying the breakfast I was used to eating into my mouth, I was concerned that the young maid was still softening rather than, uh, younger.

Me now - a maid a little younger than me when I'm twelve - is sticking out the window.

"There's, uh, what's your name?

"I say Jiji"

Zoe answered my question instead.

"I see. Jiji, what's wrong with the window?

"Um... the row outside is amazing, the..."

"Rows?"

I turn my gaze to Zoe.

"Your husband is about to celebrate his twelfth birthday, because people are making a line to deliver gifts from all over the place."

"I see. You never saw anything like that?

Now ask Jiji.

"Well, so is that. It's the third day of the line, but it's not interrupted."

"That's it. Take it. Yes. I'm sorry it's over. Receive, check, and record. I'll hold on to that, so the line won't fall inside. Last year only......"

Point your gaze at Zoe again.

I have to ask my servant about these "houses".

"It lasted about a week"

"Hawah... su, wow... A birthday present? can't believe there's so many coming..."

Probably from some rural area, Jiji kept his eyes more and more rounded, but Zoe scolded him a little and he rushed back to work.

After breakfast, I went out of the mansion.

I turn the line of presents to the back gate and let them make the line there, but it's a long line that lasts a week, and it's big enough to keep coming until it's completely over, so I can see it's kind of busy even out the front gate.

Such a scene, like the symbol of Prince Xian's status, we take the carriage to our destination.

The Ministry of Military Affairs on the east side of the capital, this is where I work now.

Enter the Ministry of Military Affairs premises, get out of the carriage, and enter the building.

"My brother."

Ask the middle-aged official who welcomed me.

"It's the minister's office. I'm talking to the knight. Your Highness wants you to come as soon as you see him."

"Okay."

I proceeded with Stasta and headed straight to the ministerial office.

Stand in front of the most prestigious door in this building and knock.

It's Noah.

"Um, come in."

I waited for the left and right gatekeepers to open the kannon opening door before going inside.

Like the door, there were two men in the off-the-shelf room.

One is a room - no, Lord of this Ministry of Military Affairs.

Henry ALARAT Minister of the Prince of Military Affairs.

After one incident in Almeria, His Majesty entrusted the Ministry of Military Affairs to Brother Henry.

That's the other face I saw.

Rice Cake, my older brother's knight, is also a soldier who wants to look sticky.

"You're late, Noah."

Excuse me, brother.

"Good morning, Your Royal Highness."

"Mmm."

Rice only sent his gaze and took a few steps to speak to his brother.

"Do you have any business with me as soon as I get here, brother?"

"I want to hear your opinion, too. My life came down from His Majesty yesterday. Tell Rice to lead the Second Army and suppress the rebellion on the southern border."

"I see."

I saw Rice.

He is a knight my brother chose about ten years ago in his knight selection, so to speak, a direct report to my brother.

He's like Shirley, if I may say so.

He is a talented leader of the army and has jumped through some of the knights that his brother can obey, as well as his personal martial arts.

Of all the regular armies now in the Empire, the second army is in charge.

"So, brother, is second-army dispatch a decision already?

"Oh, Your Majesty's life. The barbarians of the South look gentle, sending a regular second army to show off the difference in power."

"I see."

I thought about it.

And my brother and Rice stared at me.

I'm stuffing with my brother in the Ministry of Military Affairs right now.

My brother was a credit to Almeria for cracking down, and I was hired to follow Leviathan the Devil's Sword completely.

I'm only a twelve-year-old boy, but sometimes the appointment is immediate to His Majesty, and my brother often asks my opinion.

I'll think about it and ask Rice.

"Just tell me one thing. What's the real number of the Second Army?

"What..."

"What do you mean, Noah, real numbers? And Rice, what are you hiding?"

My brother frowned and stared lightly at Rice.

Rice stayed grounded and his older brother's face became more and more rugged.

"Wait, brother, it's not a big deal. The Regular Army of the Empire is financed by the Treasury depending on the number of soldiers registered"

"Oh."

"So it often means registering a chore person who is not a soldier or a merchant or collaborator from a nearby village stationed in the garrison to nostalgic for that amount of budget"

"What?"

"I'm sorry"

Rice rubbed his forehead straight to the ground.

There's nothing to prove, but sometimes I'm the one who poked at it, and sometimes before the Lord, and Rice made a factual confession.

"You..."

"Ma'am, brother. Don't be frightened of Rice either. It is within the authority of the General to count human beings for miscellaneous use as headcount. I'm not gonna blame you for that."

"Ha ha..."

Rice raising his face while sitting grounded.

Then why did you do it? He has a face.

"Usually that's fine. Nominal numbers are also deterrent."

"... Hmm, that's true. For example, if you don't have that many real numbers, you might as well say 100,000 armies."

That's what I'm talking about, brother.

"You know very well, that's right, Noah"

I smile back and talk to Rice again.

"But not this time. Your Majesty's life, so to speak, is to prevail. I'm not sending out a deceptive number of troops. So I heard how much deception there is. Answer honestly."

"Ha. About two thousand people."

"Yeah, replenish that number properly"

"Okay! I'll do it right after this."

"Oh. Brother, can I borrow your pen and paper?

"Oh."

Nodding brother, he gave me the paper and pen that was right on the desk.

Take it, let the paper run a pen for exposure, and then give it to Rice.

"Ko, what's this?

"Go to the Treasury Department and let them pay two thousand more for handling miscellaneous expenses. I'll do that to you."

"Oh, no!

"Take it. Instead."

So I uttered the word, and stared at Rice with a straight face, the first time since I came into the room.

"Get the numbers right. And I won't let you lose, okay?"

"Ha-ha-ha."

Rice took my note, gave my brother one last courtesy and left the ministry room.

Me and my brother left in the room.

"It's amazing, Noah. The candy and whip use is exquisite."

My brother stared at me with an impressive face.

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