Dream Life

afternoon of January 30th.

On his way to find a candidate for the distillery, he tasted wine in the village of Solsgis, north of the city of Seawell. At that time, Beatrice told me that it smelled different, and when I checked it, it smelled like Cabernet Sauvignon for long-term aging, so I decided to check to see if it was there.

"I'd like to have this wine, is it okay?

Viscount Radford nods, "Of course," to my inquiry.

"But is there something? As far as Lord Beatrice's thoughts are concerned, I don't think that's so fascinating.

"I'm not sure at all, but it can turn into maturation. I can barely feel it, but if you believe her nose, there must probably be more than two grapes in use"

When I said that, Darunton called the head of brewing. The man is about fifty years old and odood in front of Viscount Radford, the number two in the Marquis of Seawell territory. Darunton checks on the grapes used by him.

"Are all the grapes in this village of the same kind?

Did you think the person responsible for it would be reprimanded, "Also, I'm sorry!," he said, bowing his head aloud.

"I have nothing to apologize for. I just want to ask you a few questions about this wine."

That's what the Viscount tells me, and I raise my head slowly. And I started explaining it as I wiped my sweat.

"Decades ago, he said that the vine trees in this village had died of disease. At that time, we heard that they had split the vines from the villages of Lescoby in the north and Moulin on the opposite shore… perhaps, but that made them taste different from those from nearby villages…"

When asked in detail, the vine withered due to illness in his grandfather's time, and he had the trees divided from the nearby villages. Since then, he has inserted trees several times, so he has a mix of different types of trees.

Because of this, fruit colors and flavors differ subtly even in the same field.

(It may have been a breed improvement due to natural mating. It is also possible that top quality grapes like Cabernet Sauvignon and Pinot Noir are made...)

When I was thinking about it, the Viscount asked me, "I wonder if it was something that bothered me."

"Maybe the treasure is asleep. Grapes that revolutionize Seawell wines…"

In my words the Viscount and Dalungton said, "Is it true?!" "and stand up at the same time.

I regretted the wrong words and apologized, "I said a little too much."

"I just wanted to say that there are so many different varieties of grapes that there could be new varieties out there. There seems to be something suitable for long-term aging in the grapes used in this wine. Why not make a wine for each grape variety and check its flavour"

"If Lord Zacharias says so, it's well worth a try. Darunton, let the villagers check on the grape varieties and try the current proposal at the time of this year's harvest. Regardless, I will also be present in the harvest"

Viscount Radford is uncommonly excited and I can't wait to pick a word.

"Hey, is there really another breed? Don't grapes have only black grapes for red wine or white grapes for white wine?

Beatrice, who started it, anxiously asks me that. I tried to answer, but Liddy was answering on his behalf.

"Alas, there are many varieties of grapes. Rasmore Village grapes are completely different from the grapes here, and Lax's and Sartooth's are even different. Isn't it?

That's what he said and shook at me. She had a lot of stories about the world before her when she studied magic, and she seemed to remember that.

"Oh, plants change according to the land, not just the grapes. The taste changes even if you multiply it with something subtly different. So it's not strange to have grapes that are suitable for aging."

The farmers of the village of Solsgis are then gathered and information gathered. Especially from the old men. He asked about the past and which fields belonged to which village.

And it turns out that more than fifty years ago, there was an epidemic of powdery diseases on the leaves, and many trees withered.

"When I get back to the castle, I'll fish for old materials and see what happened. Lord Zacharias, do you have any opinions?

"We should see if it was made of natural mating or if it was originally in another village. Beatrice, none of the wines I drank today smelled the same."

Suddenly he is told the story and Beatrice answers only "Oh" in a hurry.

"You should also try wine north of here later. If Beatrice's nose had the same thing, he could sniff it apart."

"That's good. Lord Beatrice, do me a favor," the Viscount bows his head.

Beatrice didn't have an understanding of the rapid development, but suddenly she understood what she was being asked to do.

"No, I can't do that. I don't know anything about booze like Zach..."

She looks at me in tears.

"I'm not asking you to confirm the difference in taste. He just wants me to know if there's anything fragrant like the clove I was saying. Then you can do it."

"Oh, then. But don't expect any more. I'm just a magician."

"Okay, okay," I say and forgive.

(The smell of the beast man is amazing. I knew we should train beastman sommeliers. But Beatrice replaces the police dog......)

We then confirmed the aroma of wine in the village of Lescoby and beyond in the village of Crytaimore, but we could not find what Beatrice called "the aroma of cloves”.

Of course, it also confirms the distillery candidate site, which is the original purpose. Of these, the village of Kleiteymore became the most prominent candidate.

However, the new possibilities of Seawell wines have made Viscount Radford more interested in getting on board and, in one way or another, the search for new grape varieties.

That night, after supper, Marquis Seawell told me that a draft had been prepared for the improvement of the quality and sales strategy of the wine.

I cannot help but marvel at the Marquis's obsession that made him create it in just one day and the competence of the civilians who accomplished it.

Going to the Marquis' study, there were Viscount Radford, eager to read the paperwork, and Ledley Sutherland and other civilians whose eyes were the only unusually brilliant, though less pale than yesterday's.

When the Viscount notices the Marquis and me, he says, "I think it's pretty well put together," and puts that on the table for the meeting.

"I'm sorry, but will you look me through for a second," the Marquis handed me the paperwork while I was good.

About fifty copies of the document. It still smells so inky that when you look at it as paralyzed, many things don't last long to write it up.

"Let me take a look," he says, reading the paperwork under the magic props of the lights. Of course, I also prepared a note form on hand, stating what I noticed.

When I finish reading in about thirty minutes, I will check the note form at hand.

(The bones of the plan are fine. I fully understand the purpose, and while it is approximate, the goals are set. There is a consistent itinerary (roadmap) and important milestones (milestones) are set. It also gives you an estimate of the funds and personnel you need... although I suggested it, I didn't expect to make it this far in just one day. After that, you just have to drop into the implementation plan...)

Taking his eyes off the note, he bowed his head greatly to Sutherland and others to pay tribute, then turned to the Marquis,

"It's great. I didn't think they'd make anything like this in just one day."

"Really?" the Marquis grinned, "Is there any improvement? Something else to add? confirm."

This plan belongs to an annual order and would be sufficiently useful as a long-term plan. However, the flow of funds, i.e. cash flows, has not been considered and the possibility that funds will be short cannot be denied. There is also a lack of specificity in securing personnel.

Of course, it's hard to make the perfect one at this stage, but it could still fail if I didn't point it out.

"There are no improvements. If we drop this schematic plan into a detailed plan for the execution phase, we will be able to execute it immediately."

"Is it a plan for the execution phase," Sutherland has confirmed.

"Yes, this plan can determine the estimated funding, personnel, and general flow, but the plan won't work unless you decide when, where, who, what and how. We should appoint the person responsible to investigate, let them consider what is necessary to move it as a project and pack a detailed plan."

"What exactly is it about," the Viscount asked.

"It's a sales strategy, for example, but the goal is to have a garden tour that combines tastings with Teito and major cities, but you have to decide when and where to base in Teito, who will be in charge, how to get people together, and how to connect them to subsequent sales"

"But do we have to decide on so many details"

"At least we have to decide when, where and who. You can go into the field and move on to execution after seeing the facts. It also affects the management of the territory if it is not planned in advance to what extent the funds will be committed by any point in time. With this massive plan, you'll need to borrow from the merchants, and you'll need money to arrange people."

"I see," the Marquis nodded, "I want you to see the plan, too, but can you ask for it".

I couldn't hide my surprise from the Marquis.

There is nothing that cannot be made at this stage, but to do so will burden Sutherland and other civilians more than now.

"I have no objection to letting you see it in and of itself, but I was wondering if we wouldn't have to rush it so fast. I wonder if it is important to have some structure in place first and then to make those responsible and subordinates understand this plan"

When I said that, I felt a slight relief breath leaking from the civilians. Again, it seems to be the limit.

(If they tell me to make a detailed plan, I'll have to fall. I can't say that much. And speaking of the speed of business in this world, you don't have to rush it. But why are you in such a hurry... maybe because you want my opinion?

Sutherland answered my inner question.

"Me and Dalungton. I will try to pack the plan to a certain extent. Sir Zacharias would like to see that."

As far as I'm concerned, I care how pale they look.

"I don't mind, are you all right? You don't seem to be resting much."

"To develop the Seawell territory. Plus I think this is a war for civilians. If it's war, you won't get in while you can't."

That's what I said. I'm laughing with my fallen eyes.

I get sympathy for the way it looks.

"I have an inspection of the distillery candidate sites tomorrow, so I can't, but I think I can help you the day after tomorrow"

But Sutherland shook his head sideways.

"This is a problem to be solved at the Marquis Seawell family. I appreciate your advice, but we don't have a civilian standing by to get help. We also have pride."

The sympathy that was gushing in me turned into respect.

They say they will spare no effort for their beloved homeland. Marquis Seawell was also moved by that enthusiasm and said, "Well said. Redley," he says and praises.

"Zacharias leaves on February 7th. Make a plan by the day before that. People and money can spend whatever they want. Good, Ignacious."

"Ha, as you wish," Viscount Radford, the housekeeper, also felt the thoughts of his men, more motivated than ever.

I saw how it was and accidentally remembered the Chancellor, Lord Firobischer.

(I guess the Chancellery with the Spicy Arm Chancellor would be even more amazing at the Marquis Seawell house... I think I saw why the Empire would continue to reign as the most powerful nation in the world...)

He then made today's distillery construction candidate site inspection and reported on the grape varieties and returned to the room.