After two years. Within just two years, the territory changed its appearance and appearance.
The golden colour of wheat ripples through the open windows and beyond the walls.
How far have you been in just two years, and at the same time, I don't think the Earl of Teresia has a head up.
─ ─ Human resources rubbed down to the extreme by the atrocities of the Cardia family.
The first inhabitants who suffered direct damage because of their father, who feared the treason of the inhabitants, were the biggest problem in this realm.
If they do not plow the fields, the income of the realm will be lost. What I'm waiting for as a result is my own fall, which even fools seem to understand.
But it would be a lie if my father, who devoured the realm, did not understand it.
My father knew perfectly well that if he shredded his inhabitants, his income would decrease. I know, and I cut agriculture, which is the business of the people, out of my income.
And on top of that, how did you maintain that ugly, ugly life on that evil hobby?
... that, when I found out about the worst 'source of income', I became a fitting for repeated vomiting in human bottomless desire and malice while being a real father.
Among the things that we impose on our inhabitants is the role of husband.
Would it be easier to understand such things as labor? It wasn't very familiar from the common sense of previous life, so it was confusing when I first found out about its existence.
Among the servitudes set by my father nineteen years ago were those that called girls between the ages of twelve and eighteen, boys between the ages of ten and fifteen, and forced them to serve.
If you don't want to fix it, you treated the people as slaves.
'Slavery' is not allowed in the Arxian kingdom.
Although the prohibition of slavery is sometimes explicitly cultured as national law, it is the Church of Art Kusha, the national religion, that criticizes slavery in the first place.
In reality, civilians living as serfs, which could be called a kind of slave, make up the majority of the population of this country, but their choice of occupation, marriage, inheritance and residence is given the right to freedom, and they can move to other territories as long as the procedures are followed. As long as we follow the procedures that will require the Lord's approval, though.
My father's despicable wit had unfortunately been shown to slip through this definition of 'slave'.
First of all, it's not a lifelong demotion to slavery.
Then, the collected personnel were dispatched to a large number of other territories as the labor force, and mechanisms were created to hide the fact that it was a long-term labor by changing the staffing on an annual basis, treating this only as' labor '- poking through the holes of the law whenever possible, and concealing information.
In this country, no, throughout this continent, the inhabitants are only one of the property of the lords, and the people are only one of the property of the kings.
It's just that that idea is rampant as common sense, not in my opinion - that is, making a rental fee from that 'property' rental doesn't blame anyone unless they move flashly.
─ ─ If Archsia, with a strong repellence of slavery, had done this in its name, there could also have been an immediate breakdown from the State religion.
I thought it was because the Earl of Teresia was a man of a strong sense of ethics, but, out of the blue, there seems to be a part of the Arxian nobility that is corrupt as well.
Does it mean that the stagnation also leads to the emergence of corrupt pillars, because this country has long been at peace?
Unfortunately, the 'dispatch' destination of the workforce could not be found no matter how many mansions it searched for.... and some are still in that 'servitude'.
Now that my father is dead, their whereabouts remain unknown.
The evil laws like my father's revulsion were all like cutting the strength and spirit of the people directly, as exemplified by this servitude.
Worst of all. Secondary damage has also been considerable, he said, such as an increase in the abuse rate of his daughters who were pregnant and returned from 'labor'.
Even though the hunger of the inhabitants was terrible in a number of unusually heavy taxes alone, the improvement of the territory did not proceed as late as possible to the number of people who were sick of their hearts.
That's why I can say. The Earl of Teresia began above all with the protection of the inhabitants.
Starve first.
Everything that was wastefully expensive in the mansion was sold off.
That's good. I couldn't even find a place to sell it. That's how he threw out the money to cover the residents.
At the same time as distributing food to villages, it protected those who had become bandits outside the village community.
I didn't know that at this time, but by the beginning the Earl of Teresia seemed to have cut his own stomach and bought all his supplies and food. Though he had calculated it exactly as a loan to Viscount Cardia territory.
Next, the Nana arrest of those who had snapped at my father and benefited from it.
Those who fled at first sight when the Cardians were assassinated. I learned later that the House of Lords had moved to this. Somehow they were accumulating wealth.
They seem to have turned their property to reconstruction and died under the responsibility of numerous evil deeds of the Cardians they discovered.
This made it possible to contain the hatred and resentment from the inhabitants from turning to the Count of Teresia, who temporarily became the nobleman who ruled the land as it were. Unfortunately, the people seem to be kept in a state of well-being due to non-contact with them.
Then take care of the hearts and minds of the inhabitants.
They were even shredded to start a revolt. You can say they were in a kind of debilitating state.
Literally, my body and my heart were worn out.
Those who have recovered will be involved in the work of reconstruction, increasing help to the inhabitants who remain weak, reviving the work of creating funds, and increasing help to the inhabitants.
That's how the Earl of Teresia runs around day and night, two years.
The sight of golden shaking outside the window filled me with tears without knowing.
A field of wheat, that it was the most valuable produce in this territory, that the inhabitants knew of the human death of the Cardia family and at the same time could not bear the hunger and ate it up to its roots.
It was certainly a testament to the reconstruction of the land.
The Earl of Teresia did it by cutting himself and his life.
The Count is well past the average life expectancy in this country.
Anyway, it's this standard of living. In such a way that it is not considered strange to die at any time until the age of seven, perhaps when it is likely to reach seventy.
I could only watch the old aristocrats get overworked day by day. Ning Ro, even though I had no choice but to do so, I even imitated building up my work.
Nonetheless, I can't even say a decent thank you to him more than pretending to be a toddler who knows nothing.
On the contrary, I have never even exchanged words with him.
At first, it would simply be that the Earl of Teresia was busy.
It was such a situation that we had to do something about the inhabitants as soon as possible.
There is no time to calm down, and his work has continued for two years with a furious momentum, and will continue to do so. Even as Count Teresia, you must have wasted some time making yourself useful to a useless child.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm glad.
I'm not looking for a replacement now. There is no reason for dissatisfaction.
It's just that he saved the people of the land.
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─ ─ It was that night.
He leaned against the window frame to see the stars bright and brilliant in the clear night sky.
I didn't mean to do that because it made particular sense.
I simply looked up at the stars like I looked out in the daylight.
"Do you want to go outside, Eliza?"
A low voice with the power to stir herself up without mixing anything up was hung right from the side.
If I could metaphor, that was a thunderous voice. At some point, my spine was stretching perfectly on its own, and my stomach became tingly nervous and my skin popped.
I don't know what became critical, but after two years, the Earl of Teresia finally seemed willing to even say "nice to meet you" to me.
"... why, did you think so?
I knew the disrespect of returning the question to the question, but the Count didn't seem to care, and rinsed his gaze, which was looking down at me, flowed into the starry sky.
"During the day, I heard you looked out and cried"
"Huh?"
"I thought you mourned your misfortune not being able to go outside, but apparently it wasn't. As a young child, no matter what, you've never cried before, and you've never been so cute as to cry at such things."
... Mrs Golton (Nanny) reported it, I see.
During the day, I saw a brilliant wheat ear outside, and I did cry.
That nanny was watching it sideways, and she was the one taking care of me for most of the last two years.
And... were three or four year olds crying?
Now that the words can be spoken, I thought lightly that there would be nothing to cry about and sue, but now it turns out that it might have seemed odd.
"Surely I have never been out of this mansion as far as I can remember. But I understand that's what we need now. I don't particularly remember wanting to go outside."
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"Today... I was looking at wheat. Not outside."
The Earl, who was looking up at the stars in silence, returned his gaze here.
I looked straight back into those eyes, but I don't know one thing about what he thinks, etc.
"I wonder if the wheat has finally come to fruition. I thought, I kind of cried."
Besides, both I and the Count stared in silence. His black eyes just hold a strong light, and there, after all, I can't find any thoughts.
As I peered into the back of my bottomless eyes like this, I was reminded of words I had heard somewhere sometime before.
When peeking into the abyss...
"... the abyss will return to you equally."
"Huh?"
I was surprised by the unexpected words and blinked one. In time, Count Theresia was turning his back on me.
Without speaking a word more, the Count disappeared into the corner of the hallway.