Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Evans, this country is doomed.

That's what my father said one time.

"Do you know why?

"... well, somehow."

Anything that takes shape will eventually perish - there is no intention of returning that polarity.

Windsor Business Country has a special establishment.

And in a short history, I've experienced too many things.

Born as a royal family in such a country, I also studied the first "king", who was called the best merchant, and in the same way, I thought a lot about the "demon king".

You're a smart kid, aren't you?

My father smiled happily, yet somewhere slightly.

Evans, power comes with responsibility.

"Responsibility?"

"The problem is that the breakdown of responsibilities varies by thinker."

My father took out a book from the bookshelf and dropped his gaze on the cover.

It was an old leather cover book.

"The founding of the Windsor Business Country begins when merchants gather to protect their property from irrationality."

Bardola Armed Merchant Federation.

"That's right. If they were individuals, they would have been armed with weapons or mercenaries. But when the opponent came to be a great nation, they decided to join hands with those who shared the same thoughts. Roots don't change anything from the birth of a normal state."

The spirituality listed above was heavily inclined towards the protection of property.

But that's the same for every nation.

Safeguarding property leads to saving one's life.

That must have been the case, at least after the monetary economy had been established.

"What happened to the roots of its foundation varied from country to country. Or I wanted to protect the gods I believed in. Or I simply wanted to save my life from the life-threatening. A long time ago, I heard that there were cases where we had formed a union to defend ourselves from ancient wesen, who had a powerful power to easily wipe people out, and it became a nation."

"The wesen looks like a demon king."

"... that's right."

It seems that my father sensed a little irony in the mix.

The expression that floated while returning the book to the bookshelf was still a bitter and powerless smile.

"Let's get back to it. As I said earlier, those who have power have responsibilities. Whether the person is aware of it or not, the surroundings define it. Those who are born with it are different from others."

"Do you want to hold me accountable for being born with money?

There is one too. By the way, what kind of responsibility do you have for someone born with money?

Think a little.

The teaching of the purity of Sisalis overwhelmed my mind.

"To distribute as much wealth as necessary to those who do not have it."

"It's no surprise to you. Say what you think."

"... when distributing wealth, 'fairly and impartially'"

This is self-responsibility.

That's terrible, too.

"We cannot distribute the same amount of wealth to all the people."

"Is that a simple amount of wealth? Or..."

"In the righteousness that I believe in,"

You'll laugh when you hear it now.

This is the last time I have used words such as justice foolishly and honestly.

"For example, let's say someone was born with a bad leg and had a limited amount of work that they could accomplish compared to others. Give two pieces of gold coins for the consideration that the person has achieved by engaging in sincere work."

……

"Suppose there was someone else who only did the same amount of work as this person. The man was not born with bad feet, but rather withdrew from his laziness and abandoned his work. The truth is, I can do more work, but I saw a guy with bad legs next door getting two gold coins, and I deliberately reduced my workload."

"How many gold coins will you give to that lazy man?

"... one"

I know.

This is ego.

The amount of work accomplished is the same, but the amount of gold given is different.

From the latter point of view, it may not be called fair and just.

At least, it's not equal.

"That's a tough question, Evans. This is a very difficult problem."

Father slowly sat on the chair in the study and exhaled a big breath.

"I understand that you didn't use the word 'equality'. You are aware that the act is not equal, and on the contrary, you are aware that it is not fair and just from the latter point of view, and yet you have raised your will. As a possessor."

"What does your father think?

When I asked my father, he answered without decorating.

"I don't know. I still don't have a clear answer to that question."

I felt myself opening my eyes.

I was simply surprised.

"That's why I keep thinking. I believe that this act of thinking is the minimum responsibility of those who have it."

"But what if I can't reach anything?

"You should be called a fool. That's why I have the potential to be a lot more stupid than you."

I respected my father.

I am always thinking with my brilliant head about how to do better in a country called Windsor, which is still alive, after having been implicated in the murders committed by this blood-bearing man.

He was not remarkably good as a merchant, but as the head of Windsor, he had a degree of business talent to be ashamed of.

However, I think my father thought more about politics (festivals).

How will this country get better?

How can we make the people who remain in this country live better?

It seemed like a mere collection of merchants was trying to settle for the aftertreatment of many of the things that had accelerated their desire.

"It is always possible that fairness and justice for you may not be fair or just for someone. Don't forget that, Evans."

I know. I'm going to.

I see. You're a good boy, unlike me. "

My father was kind.

In contrast, I think I had somewhat radical thoughts.

I mean, I still probably have radicality.

There are differences of thought everywhere.

The current state of affairs in which the state is in turmoil attests to that.

People had desire.

If desire competes, there will be strife.

So you can't save everything.

At the very least, I wanted to fulfill my responsibility as Windsor's heir.

Well then, it's time to go to Hermel.... my luck was that I had friends who talked about politics together. "

"Even if each other's doctrines are decisively different? I drank the word '.

"Speaking of which, are you doing well with Miss Alicia? Hermel cared a lot. When it comes to my kid, it's a lot harder."

"Well... maybe... there it is."

"Haha, you're a bad liar. I'm not going to be an actor."

"There is an 'art princess' about the actor, so there will be no harm in the world even if I don't aim for it."

"Absolutely. But flowers in both hands are exactly what this is about. It's very different from me again."

My father laughed like a joke and then gently slapped himself on the shoulder.

◆ ◆ ◆

"After all, I think that people should live with art as a food. Don't you think so? Evans"

"Art doesn't make me swell."

"But there are different kinds of art. I think we can eliminate competition rather than the money you believe in. People who like theatre enjoy theatre. Anyone who likes to sing can sing. If everyone likes what they love, then there won't be a fight."

"If it weren't for the masterpiece, it might be."

"What if I don't have a masterpiece?

Just before Windsor was destroyed.

I was talking to two princesses on that beautiful hill on the stars.

"Masterpieces often conceive of authority. And when authority is created, it competes with other authorities. Those who believe in that masterpiece attack other masterpieces."

"Shouldn't the author stop it? The author is at the top of that authority."

"What if the author was dead?

……

There are few examples where a work becomes a masterpiece when it dies.

Or because the author's mouth can't tell the truth, it may be a masterpiece that has room for reflection and is passed on.

Either way, it would be terrible.

If they succeed, trouble will arise between those who believe in the same work.

"Assuming the author is alive, people who don't like the words will appear. I think the magic of art is beyond my control."

I do not deny the beauty of art.

That's why I think so.

"Respect the art of other fields. Not everyone can protect it as much as they say. Even your country has been through civil strife a few times."

"Gunuu....."

She groaned with regret over her beautiful side, so I thought I'd leave her alone.

"Then why don't you try not to have more stuff or hobbies than you need?

Then the other princess, sitting on the other side, said.

"... well, if that can be achieved, maybe it's the safest group."

Well then...

Internally, yes.

……

Let's say there was a nation that could defend itself against poverty.

Internal fairness and impartiality may be maintained.

If we can limit people's desires, we can at least have less strife than countries that are not.

But can all human beings in this world believe in poverty in the same way?

--If I could do that, I wouldn't have been born.

"There's always a beast out there who can't control his lust. Can he that penetrates the abject against the beast? I can imagine a future ravaged by beasts and without traces."

"... Evans is messing with me. Brain Gold Fields"

I'll be damned.

But it's true.

"... it's nothing but struggle to keep thinking about this, right?

Tired of thinking, he threw a big breath into the air and asked questions.

Well, yeah. What, did your father give you another hard time?

A blonde princess with flashy earrings listened with pleasure.

"It's not so much that they let me out, but..."

The trigger was made.

And I knew in the corner of my head that it was my duty as the royal family of Windsor to continue thinking about this question.

But I don't think I'll find the answer yet.

"... should I also say that I was blessed by friends who talk about politics together, just like my father?"

"Hah, I want to read Spiano's new tragedy soon."

"Ah, it's time for prayer."

"... hah"

Windsor will perish someday.

I sowed that much seed.

But there are different ways to perish.

- I hope this country will be healthy at least until I realize the responsibilities of the person who was born as Windsor.

A few days later, without knowing that my father would fall to the sword of some thugs, I wished for a star flowing in the sky.