Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Thanks to me, your meeting was delayed, but in the first place it was more than a week ahead of the usual schedule.

As a result, the meeting started quite soon.

First of all, His Excellency the Right Honourable Gentow will make a statement to the effect that he would like us to take the necessary decisions as soon as possible to resolve the disaster in the territory of Vladimir Yasoga, which prompted the convening of the meeting, and the refugee problem that accompanied it.

In response, the First Prince stood up.

"Sacramento's remarks are correct. There is no more time to lose than many people are suffering right now. Therefore, I would like to quickly and concretely consider what kind of support is needed."

Huh?

Yes, First Prince, that's it.

I think I tried to regain the lead at the time of re-partitioning, but is that what you want me to do?

"What kind of help do you need? Your Highness, is this meeting a place to discuss such matters?

An unpleasant wrinkle appeared on the handsome face of the First Prince.

I don't suppose you have any experience of being openly fooled by others because you were born in a great capacity.

"... is there a problem, Lord Fennex?"

"Rather, don't wonder why you think that's okay. It has already been three months since the monster disaster occurred. I should have had plenty of time to think about what kind of help I needed."

"I know the Lord who is looking directly at the refugees is in a hurry..."

The First Prince interprets my remarks in that way and tries to alleviate some frustration.

"This is a very difficult issue. Sakura and King's Landing are a short distance away and will need manpower and money to gather support supplies. We also have to think about replenishing the amount that they consume."

"I see. So, the more we can't even formulate a basic policy after three months, the more difficult this is?"

"Much more than the Lord thought."

In the words of the First Prince, I honestly apologized for my rudeness.

That alone seemed short as an apology, so I'll tell you why I felt late.

"No, Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia and the Grand Priest of Birkan notified me that they were sending support supplies in less than a month, and that in the second month they were beginning to receive support locally, so I was completely mistaken that I could afford that much if I was a human resource in King's Landing."

Moreover, all the support materials were needed and had been properly reviewed.

The amount was not enough, but the scale of the disaster alone would be helpless.

At least, it's true that you saved more than I expected.

"It was not unusual for Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia and the Grand Priest Birkan. That's what I'm talking about. As both of you are dealing with refugees in the field, I would like to express my full respect and gratitude."

Giving thanks to the attendant, Miss Alicia, and Grand Priest Birkan, the two smiled with humility.

The Grand Priest looks as usual, but Miss Alicia looks bad.

As you can see from Lord Gentow's letter, he's not feeling well.

"Anyway, if that's the case, it's easy to talk. Nothing needs to be discussed at length in Your Majesty's presence. Support from Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia and the Grand Priest of Birkan was appropriate. If you want to send support, you can expand and continue what you two are doing."

Now we have enough agenda for the townships in King's Landing.

When I smiled at the First Prince, he returned a terrible glance.

Apparently, I am angry because it is easy to understand.

Well, it wouldn't be interesting if he told me that Miss Alicia had solved the problem she said was impossible by herself, given the controversy over the throne and seemed to be alerting Miss Alicia.

But since you saw Miss Alicia's arm on this rescue, I'm sure she's here to disturb us. Why would she lift up the situation that caused it?

From my point of view, it only looks like you jumped out of the grave you dug yourself.

For some time, the First Prince was irritated, but when he came up with the next remark, he interrupted his gaze.

"But if we look at things in the big picture, it may not be the best way to support Princess Alicia now."

"The big picture. I see, there are better alternatives from some viewpoints."

"Isn't that right? Therefore, I propose to review it."

"Now, let's start the discussion with a big decision."

I totally agree with the First Prince.

However, the angle of consent is deliberately shifted.

"Now I would like to make a suggestion with the latest situation on the ground."

Wait, but before it takes, I'll cut my hand off.

"Looking at the situation on the ground and looking at things in the big picture, what we need most now is the Lord of the Vicomte de Yasoga."

I thought I heard that from the First Prince, but now it's my turn.

"It is impossible to continue hosting refugees like this, and there are still people in the Viscount Yasoga territory. No matter how you regain Viscount Yasoga's territory and how you treat future refugees, you need the person responsible for making that decision, the lord."

Now, let's discuss this.

I am comfortable discussing it, but the First Prince does not.

Kick your seat and stand up and raise a rough voice that is not worthy of discussion.

"Don't wait, you! It would now be time to discuss the contents of the support supplies!

"No? I think we're talking about having an argument from a big perspective."

"I'm not convinced!

"Whatever Your Highness may think, Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia and the Grand Priest Birkan will have some effect on the supply of support supplies. Though there is some room for improvement, there has not been such a pressing problem."

On the other hand, there is no alternative to the absence of the head of Yasoga territory.

"The problem here is that there is no support from the King's City or the center, and there is no way even on the border. Without Viscount Yasoga, there would be no one in the world who could decide on the territory of Viscount Yasoga and its people. Strongly speaking, you have the authority to represent His Majesty the King."

Once granted to the lord, the king is not allowed to treat himself, but may exercise some authority on his behalf.

Full authority can also be exercised if the territory of Viscount Yasoga is officially declared to be under direct authority.

"But, of course, I will not ask His Majesty in the King's City to extract and distribute the territory at the edge of the Kingdom. As the First Prince said earlier, there is too much distance. If you're three months late and you don't get the supplies, it's very impossible."

Looking at the above state from a general perspective, the conclusion is obvious.

"We should make a decision about the ineffective and absolutely lacking backbone of Vicomte Yasoga, rather than considering the contents of the support supplies. Again and again, with talented people, the distance between King's City and Yasoga Sakura is too far. Isn't that right, Your Highness?"

In the words of the First Prince, he keeps taking a thorough mount and beating.

On the assumption that the First Prince may be above the rank, the others are below me in general.

We are sponsored by the ruler of the intellectual class, the Temple, and belong to the Sakura Border Gym, the most powerful and vocal of all.

It is better to think that you can beat each other from the front on the ring to a superior opponent who can be overwhelmed by authority and force.

You should have pulled back when I was in time for the meeting.

However, because I am not recognized as inferior to the opponent, I may mistake the laughing for seeing Miss Alicia and preventing her from succeeding to the throne.

Now, I've unilaterally beaten you to this point.

If this were a boxing match, it would be boggly enough to require a referee stop.

But the trouble is, this isn't a boxing match, and furthermore, we can't expect the fairness of those who hit the referee.

The person who hit the referee finally stuck his mouth in here.

"Sir Fennex has made his point."

The confidence level within me is His Majesty the King, who is currently updating the lowest.

"Indeed, after the death of Viscount Yasoga, there is still a need to provide for a successor. I promise to consider it."

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty, the candidate's name has already been mentioned for succession, but how much time will it take to consider it?"

You left it alone for three months, and it's so slow that you can't decide yet?

I struggle to look at the sigh and ask, but in fact, I'm sure.

It's sloppy.

In the first place, the current King is a subordinate who made things worse when bad insects were attached to his daughter without being able to cope with his position.

As a king, every move counts - and that is the correct analysis.

But if we had valued the King so much, we should have valued our daughter's princess.

If the princess had a bad bug, not her daughter, she should have acted as king considering how troublesome it would have been.

But the King chose to move as his father.

Things I think and do are fragmented.

I care about my identity, but I don't think about the identity of others. It doesn't make sense.

And now the king is swinging to his son.

Is the attitude of a man who was unable to help his daughter because of his position as king towards the First Prince, who is now confusing the situation, a king or a father?

The inner surface does not leak out, but if it behaves, it is transmitted to the surrounding area.

"Things require caution. Let's take a moment to consider it."

The king cut off the meeting by telling him so.

To whom would it have been in the best interest to conclude the meeting would have been the first prince to be torn apart.

At least, no one on our periphery was advantageously advancing towards knockout.

I mean, that's what it is.