Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Then, in January, Intelligence, led by a new spy master, reported the completion of the situation analysis.

Having confirmed it lightly, I called out to the upper level of the territory and proposed that a countermeasures meeting be held, which was to be held immediately (...) (...).

The chairman is Mr Itsuki, acting lord.

"Well, that's why we gathered you here because the situation was confirmed to be more urgent than that of Miss Cele, the granddaughter of Viscount SKNA, who is currently in charge of intelligence. --No, I feel like I've got a problem before I start working on this."

Mr. Itsuki looks me in the eye and says something, but I don't know what the problem is.

"It's my fault, so let's get into the case as soon as possible. Are you sure you want to report from Intelligence?

"Ah... Micah, is this it?

"Yeah, it's a waste of time, Ash."

I see, it's useless.

I sigh at the appearance of my boss, who is a public official who wants to deepen rapport with his niece during work.

What are you playing only this time, even though you are usually quite competent?

My boss is unreliable, so I decided to proceed with the meeting.

Well then, Mr. Sayle. Please report it. "

"Ah, yes? Eh, no, I mean, is that okay...?

After she stood up reflexively, Miss Sayle sent a confused gaze to Mr. Itsuki, who had distant eyes.

"Ah, yeah, well... that's fine. That's what Ash did. Perhaps that was a good decision."

My boss finally remembered that he had given HR to the Intelligence Department.

I got it from around the village of Ajol, right?

Miss Sayle murmured without concealing her surprise to Mr Itsuki, who gave her prompt permission.

"Sir Fennex's trust is incredible. Normally, you can't scold or get angry if you do this arbitrarily."

"Well, it certainly can't be done normally... because it's Ash."

"It's Ash!

It wasn't just Micah that followed my uncle.

"It's Ash."

Ser Georges,

"It's Ash."

Even Mrs. Lynn.

The upper levels of the territory began chatting with each other.

"A habitual arbitrariness, or where should I start if I try to punish you further?"

"No, I've got permission for that. They're ripping it off, they're deceiving it."

"Since Ash arrived, I've noticed that something new has been decided everyday...."

"Besides, the overwhelmingly positive results are the reason why we can't stop it now."

This is how good adults leave "high-urgency situations" unattended. Totally sad.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time to start chatting. Let's hear Seele's report."

For some reason, everyone blamed you for everything.

It's irrational.

Activating unreasonably intransigent doctrines, I moved the meeting forward resolutely.

Well then, Mr. Sayle, go ahead.

"It's really amazing... Okay, I'll report to you from the Intelligence Department."

After coughing lightly, Miss Salle began to describe the disturbing situation in the Sakura Border Territory, which she had compiled in the past month.

"First of all, there is no doubt that the Count of Yasoga is working on the Sakura Border Territory today, and that the Marquis of Datala is behind it pulling the thread. The most prominent move is to destabilize the territory by pushing refugees."

Miss Salle analyzed that this was not going well.

Improvements in agricultural productivity across the Sakura Border Territories have allowed for the reception of refugees.

If you get hungry, you don't have to let yourself go so disorderly.

There was once a tragedy of abandonment of the village of Ajol.

His countryside was devastated by disease and rotted.

But not everything of that kind went to waste.

The seeds that popped out of the village of Ajol - villagers who learned the latest agricultural techniques - were scattered throughout the countryside. They showed fruit in increasing agricultural production everywhere.

Once they had to abandon their birthplace, they are now the technicians who host the refugees who have abandoned their birthplace.

After his tragedy, the seeds of the village of Ajol had grown the power to repel irrationality.

That's a good story. I love this kind of thing. My heart is getting hot and I think I can generate steam.

The next blatant example is a sabotage operation by disguised bandits using soldiers who appear to be refugees.

As the international student carriage was also targeted, we are here to attack a highly important target.

The Intelligence Department has come to the conclusion that Mannella and Dolwo's corrupt officials are divulging information to the detectives. Treachery and informants are terrible.

However, this is not very effective either.

Securely escort important subjects - that is the taste of the border where encounters with monsters do not become fashionable. Sometimes carry-on food is no longer painful, and patrol morale is high.

We must disguise ourselves as refugees in this matter in front of a patrol unit that is also prepared to meet monsters. The difference in combat ability is terrible. It is mostly a touch of armor.

So far, this is something that is already happening visibly, and you all know it.

And Miss Sayle's main topic was a plot that had not yet happened.

"I want to report someone else who has confirmed contact with a detective. The Gothier Chamber of Commerce and the leader Mordo Ledeart, surrounding it. There are numerous testimonies of strong dissatisfaction with the current regime, including Manera Dolwo."

"So, to put it bluntly, the dissidents were embraced."

When the story goes this far, Mr. Itsuki also seriously hits the gavel.

"It might be more accurate to say that you were embraced and turned dissident."

"I see. Go on."

"Yes. After analyzing the content of the grievances they leaked and the movements since the time they thought they came into contact with the detective, we can speculate on their... and therefore the plans of the Marquis d 'Atara."

The easiest to understand is Mordo's party. [M]

They gave someone a level of teasing that they shouldn't do, even though it was because of their young jealousy, so they bought embarrassment from the lord's deputy and turned to idleness.

Though they deserve it entirely, they don't seem to think so, and somebody seems to be unjustly suppressing them by joining the lord's family.

That's why they believe they need to kill someone to regain their rightful place.

I mean, it was me.

I will supplement this point after Miss Sayle has affirmed it.

"After all, I'm perturbed by Lord Fennex's clever commandments - and I'm thinking of securing the members of the lord's family they are claiming, until they return to their sanity, where they take control of their sovereignty... it seems to be an addition that the Marquis of Datala has breathed in. It's not their heart, it's their secondary goal."

The next easy thing to understand is Manera Dolwo's Corrupt Official Combination.

They are not at all convinced that they were punished for embezzlement, which they consider a natural right rather than a bad thing that is not a big deal by their own standards.

If such triviality leads to the work of officials, the government will collapse. That and this must be the fault of the bastard who has a huge face because the peasants are up and don't understand the reason.

In order to get the regime back on track, we must defeat him.

She is displaying resentment that she does not understand well.

I mean, it was me.

Again, Miss Sayle assures me that she will supplement this point.

"After all, as before, it seems that the Marquis de Datala is breathing into us when we secure the Lord's family with the setting that we are distracted and take control until we return to sanity. It's not really a goal, it's a secondary goal."

The final Gothic Chamber of Commerce is trying to break the status quo that is just waiting to be crushed.

In other words, the main objective is to improve management.

Somehow, the analysis came out that the only way to break the status quo was to kill the person who drove them so far.

Do people's thoughts become so short-circuited when they are in need? I couldn't stop feeling sad with my enemies.

However, according to Miss Salle, it seems to be a reasonable aim from the results of the thorough and excessive punishment.

I can't solve it.

Well, I mean, it was my aim here, too.

Miss Salle made three promises and then supplemented them.

"It seems that the Marquis de Datala has attached a promise to make the Gothic Chamber of Commerce a merchant to the first two, who secured the lord's family and took power. It's still a secondary goal....."

After completing the report, Miss Salle saw me.

Mr Itsuki, Sir Georges and Mrs Lynn are looking at me.

"Something, when I just heard this, I had the impression that Ash was the master of all evil - and all the causes."

"And this strange, overwhelming sense of security that I never thought they would be able to do anything to Ash, even if I heard they were so grudging."

"It feels like a demon king in a story. You say you can't fight without a brave man and a sword?"

Three good adults are arguing that they understand each other.

I just heard an explanation of the situation from the intelligence department, and I haven't come up with any countermeasures yet, but why are these people the air that seems to have cleared everything up already?

The only exception is cute Micah. Sometimes it's just cute.

My fiancée takes things very seriously and leans down and focuses on the emergence of countermeasures. It seems to be already concentrated, murmuring with bumps and whispering to put together ideas.

"You just interrupted my marriage to Ash, or are you planning to kill my Ash? What? What kind of joke? How guilty do you feel? I thought it might be a bit, but I wonder if it might not be a little bit? I wonder if I'm crazy. I wonder if you're pathetic. I have no sympathy at all. What should I do? I can't forgive them just because they're breathing right now. I'm in the way of being angry just to be alive, but I'm in the way of a corpse.

Micah's hand is unconsciously wandering around her waist, probably looking for a love sword that isn't there now.

It seems that good adults also stopped slapping their mouths after being killed by a leaking mood.

"Ah, that's right. How do we crush Marquis d 'Atara's scheme?"

Micah stood up and concluded in one word in response to Mr. Itsuki's attempt to move forward with the meeting.

"Full force"

Micah?

My uncle, who loves his niece, squeezes out his voice with great difficulty.

In contrast, her niece answers with an inorganic voice as if she had sounded with a tongue made of steel.

"Crush it with all your might."

Ah, yes.

My uncle did not try to disobey his niece's tone, which determined whether there was any further argument.

It might have been a wise decision. Micah now releases the air like a demonic sword that kills everyone she touches.

Wise Mr Itsuki has complained to me with desperate eyes.

My niece, I'm afraid. I'm your fiancée. Do something. "

I can't help it anymore.

I smile at Micah as she releases her lethality in all directions, relaxing her cheeks with joy that Micah is angry for me.

"Micah, your angry face is cute, but I prefer Micah, who is always bright.

"Do it - do it, Ash! You're already at work. Hey, hey, that can't be helped. Eh, yeah? Eh, hey, that's in front of everybody."

A super cute mica with a smile that broke down in the delle delle.

Loved by such fiancées, I am truly a reward.

The response measures were put together about a week later.