Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

- - Kasdeks rearrangement Marhati territory, eastern city of Berngal

The old town of Berngal, the gateway from other cities and the trading centre of the western part of the kingdom.

In a room in a certain mansion with a painting lined with old houses.

Two men are exchanging words with each other who have deposited themselves in a chair in front of a stacked desk of documents and gold coins.

"How dare you, in this short period of time, give me all this money and a letter of entitlement... you mean you're just called the Golden Deceased"

That's what the uncharacteristically discreet faceless man in the general outfit around here, who wrapped a cloth around his head and body, says the other one in similar clothes... eyes sharply connected to the wavy silver hair, a young man with a face called a narrow, tight, lowered mouth angle, the second prince Miser returns his voice.

"What's with all this money?

Anyone who cares about it will be able to collect it.

... if you had a head like that idiot (Deane) you might not be able to. "

"That being said, such a magical imitation... even I can't do it.

... It was refreshing to see what the hell you were doing and what you were talking about.

If you open your mouth with the gold flickering, then the other person comes out with the gold, and the gold calls in more gold, buys the land, buys the building, and piles up more gold coins... I have no idea why. "

"Ha... all around there, thanks to Casdex's kid's loss.

Tariff abolition, a free market would be great, but I don't know if I'd be wary of the ones poking there and making it worse.

Thanks to the lack of eyes on people and things in and out, I was allowed to do a perfectly good business with contraband and... "

Having said that and pinched up a few of the gold coins piled up, Meiser laughs small as he falls them apart and breaks the gold coin tower.

"... Thinking about the future, this is really just the end of the line.

Build up more money, double it... so we can finally start 'production'.

I cow this whole area with the power of gold, I remind the kids of Diaz and Casdex, and then I puppet them, and I earn 'man' and 'beast' into merchandise, and I rebuild the faction.

After that, roll the money well with all the faction idiots... that's how I'm gonna let you guys win. So it's as planned.

After you've done what you planned, you'll be buried in gold, enjoying a relaxing and comfortable life in hiding. "

In response to the words of such a meiser, the man in front of him...... the imperial intelligence officer is surprised as he praises his face.

"... where did your plan to dawn this country on the throne go?

"It's been a long time. Is that what you're saying?

The rebuilding of the faction is yet to be done, but if this happens, the throne will already be confirmed in Richard.

Even if my dad's on my side, you can't flip him.

... I can't flip the plate. I just have to use another hand for more than that.

It's a magical imitation of what you say... well, I'll shape it in a couple of years. "

"... if you don't put it on the throne, so long as it's not worth putting your hands together, so is the option to return your neck and that money to the Empire as a handicraft -"

And when an intelligence officer says that, Meiser makes a nasty laugh-mixed voice as he crooks around the corner of his mouth.

"No, no, no, no, you can't do that. You can't say that.

If I could do that, I would have done it a long time ago. I guess this is how they send money and people because they can't.

And. I'm ready for it, too, and if you're going to kill me, there's going to be lots of fun stories running around the kingdom in no time. "

The intelligence agent who roared "ghoul" when Meiser told him that... he can't say anything as it is.

Having stared at such an intelligence agent, Meiser gave him a distorted look that looked down from the bottom of his heart before

"... the Empire is seriously understaffed."

And so he exhales a deep sigh of fright and confusion.

Intelligence tried to disprove the words somehow... but the good words spit out trying to squeeze bitter voices without thinking of objections and having no choice.

"... what the hell are you.

I am obsessed with gold and have no hesitation or guilt whatsoever in selling my country and my family.

What makes you do that? Is that money? Is that what you can get that far just for money?

"Ah? Isn't it you and the folks of this country who made me do that?"

When an intelligence officer who said so at a good speed with an impromptu look between them... Meiser laughs small, gradually turning that laugh up, laughing so thoughtfully, then starts to speak in its heart with a rough exhalation.

"In the first place, I'm not the first to sell this country, you fool.

My father is certainly competent. Bye, but he was still a good, serious good king.

Because when the Empire attacked me, those fools betrayed my father lightly and sold this country... food, weapons and information.

... I know people like you had their hands set up beforehand so that would happen, but that's a good story.

If the war situation becomes our advantage at the end of the sentence, we'll be flattered like we gave it back...

Some of them were tried as a show, but the merchants... the merchants who first sold the country and fattened their private bellies were acquitted on the grounds of rebuilding the economy and bribing them...

... and when I saw it, I realized that money is everything in this world. "

Saying so, Meiser grabs the gold coin roughly... and continues his words with a hateful grip.

"If I had lost the war, my father would have been killed... and I would have worked desperately for my country and my people without any great luxury while I slept...

Live the good, live the serious... be it a king, but you can't beat the power of gold.

... Gold coins painted on blood gripped in by evil are worth many, many tens of times more and more powerful than that.

... I wonder if my father or my brothers will notice anything about it. "

With such words from the depths of his belly, Meiser throws the gold coin he was gripping out the window.

That's how Meiser stood up and moved to the window, looking out at the sight of the window, with an ugly, distorted, unpleasant grin.

- The people behind the ceiling in that room.

(Attack? You can attack me now.)

(... When attacking, I approached him with flexibility and suppleness while laying low, erasing signs... Was that it?

(Fool, the instructor would have told you to report it first before you did anything.)

The big ear jumping rats dressed in black outfits are whispering like that behind the ceiling.

(You guys, I'm sure the record of their conversation will come first!

If there's a word missing, the instructor will eat you!!

In response to those words uttered by one rat tribe, the instructors who had been rigorously educating them for the past few months...... the rats who thought of the faces of the old men of the lion tribe begin to tremble with rattles and their bodies, fearful of the size of their mouths and the sharpness of their fangs.

That's how the rats who rushed out the little paper for the report recorded the conversation between the meisers under their eyes as they shook themselves violently.

- A few days later, Eldan's office.

"... If money says I don't like all the world, it's a good story if it changes the world.

If you are one who stands above men, you must not speak without that much intention.

If you're someone who doesn't even know that... you'll have to leave.

… and this report, the letters are distorted, it is shivering and hard to read, please improve the next report or ask for a clean book. "

With those words from my husband, who saw the report written by the Big Ear Jumping Mouse tribes... the old Lion tribe man, their instructor and superior officer, snorted firmly with a bitter face and quietly resolved to impose a harsh 'training' on the Mouse tribes.