Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

First of all, as a premise of the story, I will tell Zorg that I have become Duke, that my family name and this meadow have become the name Mair Badal, that I have acquired half of the forest as a territory, so if I do not go to the back, I can go in freely, and that if the logging of trees is also good for the Senays, I can be free.

Then we will use the time until Zorg arrives to discuss it with everyone, to say that we reinforced it as we listened to everyone's opinions, or to describe the story we put together about the future of this meadow, using a map.

"This is the village of Ill, this is the village of the ghosts, and we want to cross the street like this.

That's how we want to create a flow of people and things, and make money as a center of the deal, as a stack of supplies.

First we lay the streets from the west to here, and then the streets to the east when gold is made, and then the streets to the north and south when gold is made.

But even if we laid all these big streets on our own because we wanted to, we wouldn't be able to keep quiet as ghosts, and it would cause rubbing.

And even if I try to get permission in advance... I don't think it's going to be that easy. "

It would be completely out of the question from the ghost tribe if we wanted to make money and accept it because if the streets were made and people came and went more, that would be all the rubbing would happen.

At this point in time, thinking that maybe harsh words might fly from Zorg, I continue to talk with a little surprise that Zorg is quietly listening to me with a serious look.

"We want to live in this Mair Badal meadow for years and decades to come, and we want to get along with the ghost tribe, and we don't even want to rub it.

So... I've been thinking about it again, and I think that there's still a "lump" between us that seems to trigger a lot of rubbing, even if there's nothing about the street.

I wonder about the war once upon a time, or whose land this meadow is, or who owns it.

So, well, I thought about it for myself, and I was wondering what to do, including the street thing, and how to solve it. "

So once I cut the word. When I was asking about Zorg's reaction, Zorg...

"... you can tell me everything you want to talk about first, and I don't care if you say this in the middle of the conversation"

and spit out the words with a serious look on his face staring at the map, and then shut up again.

"Right...... ok.

Well, it's not that hard to talk about because it's like I can come up with.

The easiest and easiest story to solve about the streets and those lumps...... what about splitting this meadow between us and the ghosts in half?

Split in half, each manages that half, and lives there.

Nevertheless, if we divide it between North and South, East and West, we will no longer be able to lay the streets, so our territory will be in the form of streets, the center of the streets, a circle that has spread this village of Ill. Otherwise, don't feel like it belongs to the ghosts. "

And, with that said, I take out the pre-prepared streets and circular shaped paper, put them on the map, and then carry on the words.

"This is what it looks like as an image.

This way it looks like the ghost tribes' share has been divided into four parts, but the streets are not free to use, so there should be no inconvenience in getting around.

So, if we cut this circle and street paper like this and skew it to one side of the map like this... I think you'll see that this is roughly half the meadow.

... Well, this is only a tentative story, and the fine story of how far we actually divide it is going to adjust with the help of a friend who can fly the sky named Guerlant.

In the story of getting half of an example forest, I talked about how it would be possible to halve the forest as shown on the map, but if I looked at the map while flying through the sky and gave instructions out of the sky, and the person on the ground who received the instructions hit the pile as directed, they would generally be as shown on the map.

It feels like asking Guerlant to create an accurate map, split it it in half nicely using paper like this on the map, and then hit the pile on that street, and then split it it in half as precisely as possible. "

So finally Zorg's expression breaks down.

Stunning, you come and say that with a look on your face saying what the hell you are talking about... look at Arner in his presence and Emma and Ellie and ask him with that glance if you guys agree.

When Arner and the others each nodded at a time that could be described as instant answers, Zorg darkened his stunned colors for a time and turned his gaze here after the word stunned was not enough... I proceed with such a firm gaze back at Zorg.

"The Zorgs originally lived here, so I might wonder if they could take half of it.

... so I've been thinking about all kinds of things myself and if there's a good solution, but I didn't think of it at all.

So that's why I came to the idea that the easiest, fairest, and easiest to understand 'half-core' would be good.

Fortunately, I'm in the position of Duke, which gives me something called territorial discretion.

If I were to say that I was half as Duke, it would be the same treatment as the King said it would be, or so much more in the future... unless the kingdom perished, he would be assured that half of this meadow belongs to a ghost tribe and is a good land, dignified and free without hiding.

There are other things, well, fine stories... if you catch me as a bandit in the street, I'll give you a bounty from here, or I'll try to leave some meadows for the wild maids, or if one of them falls into a leaf shortage due to natural disasters or other circumstances, I'll sell leaves with gold, or I'll blend grass in the meadows... I guess that's all the main story is, "Let's halve the meadows."

That's what I said to finish the conversation, and waiting for Zorg's reaction, Zorg turns the look that was stunning into a bitter, hard, indescribable look before slowly spewing out his words.

"... well, I have a lot to say... if I were a chief, I'd take that story, without having to worry.

After 50 years, our numbers remain decreasing, while the kingdom continues to grow and develop only once it has fought elsewhere.

If you go to war, you have no chance of winning. If you can get half of it, it's enough... No, it's too much.

Even the streets are profitable enough if you think it's going to be a boom to get around with the Paisins... and well, depending on how you think about it... because you can also think of it as our big victory in winning all the meadows.

Because you do, don't you? Your daughter-in-law is Arner, and your child is Arner's.

If Arner's child inherits the land, that means that the ghost's blood will be taken over by the ghost's relatives... which means that the other half will also be the ghost's land - "

And in saying those words, Zorg seems to have noticed something, a hazy look... with his hands behind his head, leaking a sighing voice with his back stretched all the way out.

"- Ahhh... I mean, the chief thought that far in the first phase.

You... no, at the time Diaz and Arner got married, it was decided that this would happen.

If that's the case, then the hard-headed people should agree, and if you did, you'd have taken the time loosely after... I see.

We split the important mayrs, we split the yurts, the food, the tools, let them live the same life as us... and I'm convinced you made me a candidate for chieftain.

If I were to be a chief, it would mean that the chiefs would be on the edge of each other, and if I did, I'd already be like one of them.

If there's a dragon killer, I'll use it to take it in... it's all on the chief's palm. "

That's called a bump, hands up all the way and back stretched...... bang your own knees and then glance back this way, open your mouth Zorg.

"Diaz, I mean the status of its duke and the discretionary power that I was just saying.

Tell me more about it and the laws of the kingdom.

On top of that, we're going to discuss other details and commitments.

... I feel like I have to at least pull out that baba's liver when this happens!

If I had been able to summarize the story around here, that Baba would have been surprised. "

That's what I said to Zorg, who said so vigorously and gleaming his eyes, "I get it," even though I don't know what it is, and he snorted.