"Clovis, would you look at this report"
From the desk-lined office of about 30 aides, the lead aide seat in a position to see all of it, Nigel Otto called the name of the new American aide.
Two weeks early after this exceptionally beautiful young man was named Princess Alicia herself as an assistant princess. He was ordered to look at every record as much as time allowed and let his findings widen even when he was suddenly in an important position in New America.
How much will that result be?
Other aides besides Clovis either perceived this to be an unplugged test by Nigel or sent a glimpse intriguingly into the lead aide seat so Clovis himself wouldn't notice.
When Called Clovis stood beside Nigel, he glanced at the report from the Regional Court handed over and only slightly praised his neat face.
"This is..."
"What do you think?
What I showed Clovis was the Revenue and Expenditure Report in the Land of the Marquis of Rosen, which came up from the Director of the Regional Council. It is colored with difficult words and numbers, but if I say it in the end, it is something that says, "The lord over there is not serious, so we should confiscate the territory".
Speaking of Lord Marquis Rosen, he's the freak and the famous Jade Nicole. Regardless of their ancient famous family, they rarely show up in the social world and have little interaction with other ancient geisha nobles. At the end of the day, he appeared flustered in the harbour town, drinking and walking with the Oriental merchants, and is often witnessed singing delightfully in the liquor store.
Others, he said, sold off paintings that generations used to be family heirlooms to replace them with gold in order to align porcelain in the East.
To famous painters who are even told that there is no one to go out to the right if I let them draw portraits, pointing out that the grass tree portrayals are cluttered, making me go home angry with a lot of them.
Other aristocrats are also cordial, and even the Nicole family just cut off the merchants their predecessors have turned into, because they don't have eyes to see things.
Rumors about him that are too famous will naturally be in Clovis' ears as well. If we take such preconceptions, the recommendations in this report should be reflected in what has been "targeted”.
In front of Nigel, who watched closely, Clovis, who proceeded to read the report, narrowed his bright eyes as he raised his face.
"It's a terrible argument. I was wondering if you'd mind returning it to the district court."
"And?
When Nigel asked for more information, Clovis turned the report around and pointed to a table.
"For example, look at the Marquis Rosen's report on taxes over the last decade. Indeed, the amount of taxes paid to the Kingdom has decreased since it became the current owner."
But the dark-haired young man clasped his shoulders.
"The first three years of his succession to the territory were when crop failures due to the Great Cold Wave continued in the north, including the Marquis Rosen territory. It is vain to compare tax revenues with the territories of the South, which did not take that into account, and which were less affected by the cold waves"
Without having any material other than the recommendations, other aides whistled at Clovis, who had referred precisely to the cold waves of more than five years ago and then made him guess which region the figures for the other territories used in the comparison belonged to.
While Nigel himself was satisfied with Clovis' answer, he dared to encourage ahead.
"What do you think about Jude Nicole?
"I've never met the person in person, so I'm not in the realm of speculation..."
With his fingers on the thin chin line, Clovis chose the words carefully.
"We are certain from a number of rumors that the Rosen climate is a changer. On the other hand, however, as far as the records of the Legal Office are concerned, the Marquis Rosen territory is peaceful and the satisfaction of the inhabitants is high. I wonder if we can determine that territorial management by him is saying well"
"Pass."
Nigel smiled bitterly at the young aide with a strange face.
"I'm sorry I tried. As a matter of fact, Dreyfuss, the governor of the district council, is in trouble. After finding out that the Rosen weather and the horses are incompatible with each other and will be rejected in the auxiliary room, we send these suggestions regularly."
Thanks to this, Nigel laughed, although it has been a good text to hone the essential competencies for an aide to "make a fair decision based on a wide range of knowledge”.
"Lord Nigel is a bad man, too."
"I was shown the same report. At that time, I gave a scattered answer."
"I accidentally agreed to the suggestion, and then the seniors messed with me badly. Come on."
The senior aides, who were totally listening to the exchange with their work hands, blurred in their mouths. Next to Clovis, who looks at them with his eyes round, Nigel slapped his big hand twice.
"The super big rookies are coming in, and you guys can't fool around either. So, after this, who's bringing me the first report?
"Kowaya, Kowaya"
"Well done, rookie. You can count on me, but we didn't lose either."
Clovis looked annoyed when his bright, nagging senior aide slapped him on the shoulder often on the back, but dyed his cheeks just a little happily.
(good trend)
Nigel, wrapped his hands around each other and watching closely as he did, smiled softly, narrowing his blue eyes that made him feel deeply knowledgeable.
Nigel's criteria for selecting his men are thorough meritocracy. Ever since he was nominated as the lead aide, he has truncated aides who have relied only on his previous patriarchy and blood muscles to keep their books, gathering instead those who are knowledgeable and enthusiastic to do all they can for the king and country.
Such a way of doing Nigel is contrary to the tradition of this country. In particular, the ancient nobleman, who was expelled from the auxiliary chamber by his blood clan, sees as his enemy that Nigel is disturbing the order of the kingdom.
But no matter how enemies he made, Nigel had faith that it would not be for Heilland unless he gathered talented people based on merit. If you look outside the country, it's more obvious than seeing fire that it's no longer the blood muscles that judge people.
In particular, neighbouring Aerdar. The country has influence in the economy, in the military, in politics, in everything, even though it is so much later than Heilland. That would be because it protected merchants from an early age and held them back instead of dampening their rise.
According to the mission's report, the nobility of Aardhar can no longer be a privileged class just to be prestigious. The tide of greedy learning extends to the common people, and if they excel, it is possible to gain a lot of wealth even though they are common people. As a result, everyone in common, merchants and emerging aristocracy is encouraged with unlimited dreams of ascent, and the ancient nobles also do their duty to beat them.
Fortunately, there is also the merit of Nigel's reform, and now the members of the auxiliary room are all those who see and judge themselves more than the bloodstream. Nevertheless, even that Nigel was worried that they would accept Clovis. But the competencies of the new American aides convinced the seniors without complaint.
Clovis also showed a sharp tenacity at first concerned with his origins, but now he is giving other members a look of forgiveness in this way. In addition, as the initial feeling fades, the brains are becoming clearer.
Nigel expressed her deep appreciation inside to the young princess who grabbed that Clovis hand as she wrapped her tongue around her men, who were showing up at the corner of her head in just two weeks.
(Princess, you may have been picked up unnoticed by yourself)
Still pleased that the princess, who thought she was an innocent and adorable toddler, had grown to shelter her subordinates as a princess at some point, Nigel returned to her own work in the pile.