Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Well, sign here too."

"Yes."

Fleetberg family mansion.

There today, the princess of the Heilhorn Union - Annelotte - was visiting. This time it has not been transported by instant travel (teleport), but is officially coming in a carved carriage of family crests.

I suggested carrying it by instant travel (teleport) from me, but that was rejected by Annelotte. Apparently, visiting as an official messenger is the muscle, as it is the place to make contracts as a nation once and for all.

And in the reception room, I was sitting across from Annelotte.

Arranged on a table in between are flocks of official documents stamped with the seal of the state.

"Hmm...... yes, that concludes the process for the moment. And then we'll send the Empire, the messenger from our country, so that's it."

"Yes."

"Even for me, I didn't think it would be easier to talk about it. After all, it was my beauty that exchanged it."

"... ha"

To Anne Lotte's words, I'll just snort.

Well, in fact, you can tell me that things have gone suddenly. What a quickness March has been since Annelotte first brought the story to this day. An official document in front of us shows that Fleetberg territory will undoubtedly be the frontier uncle territory of the Duke of Khaldouk, Heilhorn United States, in the future.

Plus, my territory has increased about three times what it is today. But the territory was also full of places where there were many poor agricultural lands that needed to be penetrated, like Fleetberg territory. Perhaps it was in order to bring about results in Heilhorn as well, a reform using the workforce by Skeleton.

Well, I'm not dissatisfied with that. As it stands, there are five thousand skeletons as soldiers, and as usual, Chris' magic is inexhaustible, so it's no exaggeration to say he can make as many skeletons as he wants.

"So, for the future... My Lord Duke"

"Yes, Lord Borderline."

And the fact that I became the borderline uncle of the Duke of Harduk's Depository meant that my immediate supervisor turned into this Annelotte.

Until now I was a lord under the emperor's direct authority, so it's somewhat uncomfortable around there. As before, I can't handle Anne Lotte with ease.

Well, that's fine.

"Since when, will the war begin?

"Lord Borderline, you're in a hurry. Do you want to wage so much war?

"Yes, no, that's not what..."

"In the first place, war is the last resort to negotiation. We are going to receive Fleetberg territory from the Empire with legitimacy. On top of that, if the other side doesn't break against the terms this one puts out, it'll be a war. But that's all people die when it comes to war. People dying means the economy is hit. We will have to spend money on munitions to improve the lives of our people. As far as we can, war is what we want to avoid."

……

Sure, Annelotte's right.

If you wage war, the soldiers die. Soldiers dying means that much labour falls. Even in the first place, there are not so many professional servicemen like the Knights. Most troops are often conscripted and prepared from the countryside and elsewhere.

And what happens to the rural areas where the young people are lost - that's what I've seen so much of as a dislike.

Rural areas have more fallow land and production falls. In other words, the economy will stop turning.

"For one thing, a messenger will be heading to the Empire City for good reason. We'll have soldiers stationed here from our country."

"It's unlikely there will be a war," he said?

"I'm not saying it's low. Of course, that could happen. All we can do is set up a negotiating ground so we can avoid war."

"... ok. I'll be ready when I have to."

Even the Empire is not stupid. Adult, there would be nothing like just ceding Fleetberg territory.

If instead we show some consideration from the Heilhorn side, and the Empire side convinces us of that, the war can be avoided. If there is a good reason for Fleetberg territory to be on Heilhorn's side, the negotiations will go well.

"In Fleetberg territory, there's been a massacre once, right?

"... Yep. to" Ecclesiastes "."

"The Empire does not refer to 'sacrament' as national religion, but the main temple of 'sacrament' is in the imperial capital. In other words, there is the fact that he did not wear a collar against the religions that exist in the country and committed genocide in the territory. If you negotiate around it with that in mind, it won't be that difficult."

Then that's the best part.

I don't even want to be in the war, and if peace is to be preserved, that's the best part.

"So for today, I beg your pardon. As soon as we return, we will send our soldiers to our territory."

"Thank you"

"Today, we had a good meeting. In the future..."

Yes, Anne Lotte gets up and bows her head. In a hurry, I lowered my head to imitate it.

I thought that was it, the moment I thought so.

"Jin!!

"What..."

Bang, and the door between the responses opens with intense momentum.

There, it was Eleonora who came in in in a hurry. I said this morning that I have a meeting with Annelotte, "I have things to do in the Imperial Capital. Lady, I'll borrow it." She refused.

What the hell happened?

"Master? What the hell..."

"Jin, it's just...!

"Again...?

Suddenly I wonder what, but for a moment I wait for Eleonora's raised breath to subside.

Take a deep breath two or three times, and then Eleonora looks at me with a serious look.

"But now it's not the same digit as before. Get ready as soon as you can. Heilhorn's soldiers won't make it."

"No, no, Master, what the hell..."

"From Imperial Capital, the soldiers departed. Number is 100,000."

"... eh"

I just signed a contract.

Officially, Fleetberg territory was transformed into the Heilhorn Union only a short time ago.

Why...

"It's the Holy Knights... the Sacred Church."

"Also, when they...!

"But the Sacred Knights are only five thousand. The remaining 95,000 are the regular army of the Empire. The Commander-in-Chief is Jennifer Langley, the chief priest of the Holy See."

"... ok"

A black flame lingers on my chest.

Again, I will not tolerate 'ecclesiastical'. I will never forgive you again, such as the future ravaged by the Sacred Religion.

Then there's one thing I need to do.

"Let's fight."

War is the final stage of negotiations.

But there is no room for negotiation with 'ecclesiastical'.

If they're going to sell so much fighting over there, I'm just going to buy this one for the price.