Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

October 12, 7451

We arrived at Lamb York, the capital of the East Dart region.

I arrived a little after noon.

I was escorted by Andersen, so I didn't benefit from the magic horseshoes [Breeze Horseshoe] in terms of movement speed and rest, so even though I was in a hurry, it took me this long.

In particular, it was a good thing that I could think about it with a lot of leisure, so it was not just a bad story.

"This is this, my lord, this is the Marquis." Welcome to my home...? "

Count Bartolim, the deputy who picked me up at the front of the government, knelt down as he showed me his gray-haired head.

I wonder if the last one is a question mark for the surprisingly small number of my staff.

"Hmm. Thank you for greeting me."

This way, please.

Count Bartolim invites me to the government.

You're going to invite me to the reception room, aren't you?

I told Bath and the others to wait here and I followed the Count.

"I was worried because I was late to contact you."

Yeah, a little on the road.

I told Count Bartolim in advance that I was due to arrive the day before or yesterday.

Earlier this morning, Heggs and Bagmaia were putting the two ahead of us, but they arrived here at most a few hours ago, so as the Count, they were jealous.

After that, I received a report on the latest situation while circulating the high-end tea that came out at the reception, and gave some instructions.

"This way..."

Yeah.

At the same time, the report on the management of the East Dart region was presented, and the content and format were reflected in the previous guidance, which satisfied me.

Well, it's been less than six months since I officially got under control.

And the East Dart region was not run without measures until then.

It has been run by this Count Baltrim since before I was involved.

At least not to the extent that the royal family will break off the reform.

I'm not used to my methods and instructions, and I don't have any rebellion.

If there is a complaint, I have declared that I will bring an alternative and say it, but no one has come to say it, so the repulsion itself may not be a big deal, but it is worth it if there is a passive sabotage that is still irrelevant.

In just six months, the content of the territorial management will change so easily.

Under such circumstances, at least the count's appearance-form is well arranged.

Since the data that satisfies the form is also collected, this middle-aged man is far from incompetent.

"... do you understand the next challenge?"

"Yes, it is only natural that we should develop farmland, and we have been instructed to secure a fertilizer production base." And since then, it has been the holding of the city and the gathering of manpower for the Teutsdourosen construction under the leadership of the government. We will be finishing these later this year. ”

Yep.

There seems to be a firm understanding of the priority required to improve the content.

As for the footprint of the railway line, it is close to the simple work of carrying gravel, digging around the lower part of the line, and transporting footprints for tracks and sleepers, so it will be collected without any problems by the end of the year.

"Alright. Let's go and inspect the Knights... I see, and I want Viscount Bartolim to come with us."

I subtly ordered my son to get involved.

"Huh. Eckles is already waiting for you in the Knights." But before that, why don't you have lunch...? "

That's right.

I'll make you wait a little, but I'll wait until dinner at noon.

About the same time.

It's been a few days since Zess went back to her residence.

It's time to investigate the spoils that we've taken from the ravaged village and hand them over to our minions if they're suitable.

Looking at the spoils in the corner of the dwelling, Zess looks troublesome.

It was a troublesome but necessary ritual for putting together my minions.

I can't ignore it.

--This is... gummy.... this is Zores.... what the hell... this is Rezo's bastard. Nh...... this is Jed...... No, was Birgo working......?

We need to sample the spoils that look like junk and give them to our minions according to their work.

Not only did I get things from that village here, but I still kept most of the things I could carry.

Of course, the loot obtained in the past is also in the residence, but it belongs to Zess and does not enter this distribution.

--Ahhh, it's so annoying... at a time like this...

Sitting in front of a pile of loot, Zess stood up and moved to the room where she kept her original loot.

- Yeah... it's him.

In the back of a room to be called the Throne Room.

The floor is always made of high stairs where Zess sits down.

Zeth's favorite treasures are decorated there.

It was mingled with beautiful silver spears, boneless but long-standing battle axes, boxes filled with jewels and gold coins and left half uncapped.

It's an elongated package.

Although I had somehow liked it from the time I acquired it, my underlings who had originally worshipped this arm abhorred it as "the cursed arm of an old leader", and I put it in an appropriate bag with a cloth that was a valuable item so that those who bathed in glory here could not easily see it.

At first, I even prepared something like a pedestal.

Of course, I feel that it is not only about treating them roughly.

I've never forgotten, no, there's no way I can forget.

The first time I saw this arm, when I touched it.

Sometimes I think that it was just my mood that made me feel better.

However, at the same time, I understand that it will be something that is always needed when the time comes.

There is no one here but him now.

It would be a great time to take it out and look at it.

When you take it out of the bag with a polite hand, unwrap the cloth that is wrapped around the rod.

This has happened several times since I got it.

No matter how many times I looked, I couldn't see anything but my dirty mummified arms.

However, after touching it directly for a while, you can feel something like a wave in your arm.

The wave seemed to warm and heal the spirit of Zess, who was often tired and fatigued, and Zess spent a few weeks touching her arms.

"Hmm..."

Zess closes her eyes as she breathes out a satisfied expression.

In the complacency of being chosen by some great man, Zesus relaxes his expression.

((You...) (You...) (Now it's time...))

- Shit, again... but this...

Tonguing, Zess began to put the mummy's arm into the cloth again.

It is about 50 kilometers southeast of Hesketh, the capital of Uncle Junkel's country.

A large tree grows in the midst of a small hill overlooking the city of Gerk.

There was a small voice in the cave.

"What already? It's too early to get up..."

The weather is overcast with tears, but the time is still in the middle of the day.

"... eh?"

The voice belongs to a woman, and there are a few surprising ingredients in the voice.

"Huh, is that so...?"

This time, it also makes me feel a slightly pleasing colour.

"Well, even tonight..."

If Mimile were to be pleased, would it have something to do with Al?

"... yes, that's true." but..... "

Your voice immediately feels discouraged.

"That's what I said..."

This time, I also felt the feeling of rebellion.

"Ugh... I'm sure..."

The end of the line withers as if someone had persuaded me to do so.

"All right. All right... yeah. I still feel numb..."

And there was also an emotion of giving up, as if there was no choice.

"Yes, yes. Be careful... but what do you mean, suddenly?"

It makes me feel a little unhappy.

"Because if you're within a radius of 50km... oh yeah." Is that what this is about? "

Sounds convincing.

"But all of a sudden, my arm..."

I'm telling you to be a little impressed.

Hmmm. Well, let me just prepare it for you.

The last word was not a conversation with someone, it was like talking to yourself.

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