Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Episode 177: Reconciliation Negotiations

"I knew prices were a lot different"

I only take Louise to escort her around the market in Barros' harbor. Shelley said it could be used for materials, so I'm going to go over the price and write it down with the intent of a souvenir.

Overall, prices are low and abundant in the overflowing market for incoming goods. Cheap sugar, a precious commodity, particularly in silesiers, catches my attention.

There is still no technique for making sugar in Tensai suitable for cultivation in the climate of the Eura continent, there are sugar radishes (beet), but they are planted as leaf-eating vegetables.

That means cruel fantasy (real fantasy) sugar, which means sugar collected from sugar cane.

The refining technique is also still immature, so it is not white sugar. Brown sugar with a slightly habitual flavour containing impurities and honey is common.

They say that the Ravenna Peninsula in the southern part of the Eura continent has warmer and wetter land where sugar cane can be grown. So, it's coming to this Barros, too.

There was not only sugar on the market, but also rum made from waste molasses (moraces). The rum, famous as the sailor's liquor, is also still a rare liquor in this world.

If you want a souvenir of rum that doesn't come in the silesier, and you buy brown sugar with it, pick it and lick it, it spreads a fair amount of sweetness in your mouth.

"Fine quality, this is going to be a treat"

The sugar transported to Silesier should also come from the same Ravenna peninsula, but it will be fairly high on the split as it will be a long land route through the Kingdom of Roland.

However, sugar cane was a plant of the cane family.

If the land is so damp and warm that sugar cane grows, I quickly come up with the idea that we may also be able to grow rice without the help of Viola, the half-nimph.

"Whether rice is acceptable to humans in this world is subtle."

"It's delicious."

Louise, who was listening to my crush, smiles bitterly because she gives it back to me like that.

Rice should be more favourable in yield than wheat. If it's the right land to grow, eating rice should feed a larger population, but trying to spread what you can't eat isn't that easy.

However, opening a farm on new land and planting new crops would be a pleasant job.

At least, it's much better than dawn of war.

"Trading alone makes us so rich, my country would love to expand its seaways and buy property."

Of course, I have to think about promoting industry because just buying it would result in a deficit.

Silesier is an agricultural country, and when it comes to having something to sell, it won't turn around any more than that. The country will not be rich unless raw materials are imported and products are manufactured and sold.

"It's an endless future to have an industrial revolution, even though we haven't had a big voyage yet..."

Great Sailing Era, Colony, Plantation, Slave Trade......

History I know is never all glamorous. In the shadow of light there is a dark past, where the strong abused the weak as slaves and the technologically superior country abused the inferior country.

If that tragedy can be alleviated at all by pushing the needle of history, does it make sense for me to be here?

Fifty years of my life...... for example, how far can I go with my life expectancy being fifty more years?

The so-called otherworldly brave men who existed in the past of cruel fantasy, those who left what appeared to be obviously modern technology, were perhaps the same modern people as me or more from the future.

In this world, after a lifetime, would they have thought the same thing about me?

"Takel."

Louise accidentally grabbed my hand.

"What's up?"

"No, I thought you were okay because you looked scared"

Looking a little worried, I laugh at Louise's sizzling eyes peeking in.

"Oh, I'm fine. Louise."

"I hope so."

Is there any way back to the original world... for Christ's sake, it's not like I don't think about it just a little bit.

But I've decided to survive to the end of this world.

What seems so honest.

I'm sure it's also because Louise's hand, who held me, is so slippery and comfortable.

"Look, Louise, there's some fresh seafood too, so maybe we could have a cup of sea bream sashimi for dinner this evening."

"Yeah, you want fish. Then I'll sift your arms."

Louise, who can do anything, also cooks well.

I can do some of this now, but it's not Louise's knife judgment.

Louise, who is good at survival, has the impression that she makes and eats all the getty stuff, but usually even lets the fish cook, she makes it look clean with a single knife.

Looking at the fish market, there are many white fish, there are also bright sea breams (still there) and clams, even if they are soft and fried, delicious taras and pink scales. Shellfish may want to be suckers. I have rice left, so maybe Paella would be nice.

Rarely, the seaweed named Aosa was also water-fried. A small part of it, but they also have people in Castilia who eat seaweed in soup.

Speaking of which, in the north of Castile, there were also people with a very similar appearance to me, an oriental with dark hair and pale orange skin tone.

I guess that's also why this neighborhood wasn't surprised by the difference in appearance from a white man when I came to a cruel fantasy. In a world where the fairies and beasts do the most, some skin differences may not be a big deal.

If you look closely, there is a difference in the depth of facial sculpture or something, and Dr. Lyle, with his knowledge and observational eyes, can tell at a glance that I'm Oriental, but to the amateur, he would go by saying that I'm from around here, too.

"Maybe my ancestors are with me."

"Eh, what the hell, Takel?"

"No, when you think someone eats the same thing, don't get intimate"

"I'm gonna eat something with Takel, too."

Right, Louise does. That's why I don't feel alienated when I'm here.

I took Louise and I walked around the market for a while and asked for ingredients, thinking this was something we were looking forward to for dinner.

And at the end of the day, I knew I'd go see coffee and spices.

It's not just that I like it, it's also a valuable supply. They have cafes, and they smell good roasted coffee beans.

"With delicious coffee beans, you can live anywhere"

After all, coffee beans and spices were also cheaper in the port of Barros.

Let's decide to buy it up right now at best, I'm not going to spare you because I plan on coming in plenty of time.

If it were to mean taking huge amounts of compensation from this country by paying in incoming goods, not just gold and silver coins, the supply of supplies would be reduced and the market would be rough.

Perhaps now is the only time I can shop steadily. It is bad for the people of Castile, but I prayed in my heart that you would give up because you thought this was also a learning of the world of warring nations.

"Brave man, you were here!

"Well, what can I do for you?"

A scarred tattooed mary on both cheeks.

Apparently, he was looking for me.

"I'm here because I need to talk to you, can I have a moment?"

"Of course, we'll hear about the holidays at the coffee house there."

When I heard about it at the store where the coffee beans were sold, I still did the cafe as well.

I asked for one of the seats lined up in the alley of the market to open it.

When I was recommended a seat, I sat honestly across the street sometime.

As I recommended, I immediately glanced at him after drinking the hot cup of coffee served.

"So I'm talking... Ugh, what is this bitterness!

"Ahaha, you're just great you didn't blow it out, it would be bitter if you didn't add sugar"

Mary, trembling with bitterness, apparently never had coffee. You should have told him to add sugar.

The sugar was properly attached to the coffee, but he seemed to drink the same because I asked him to serve it in black and he kept drinking it.

"Gww, brave men often don't drink such bitter things...... Well, it's about treatment. He said before the war, if the story of being hired by the Navy is true, I'm going to take it."

"What, you're taking it on"

"In that battle, we made too many sacrifices. The price for that is a decision that I don't think money alone is enough."

"The pirates have worked well for me."

"I just couldn't get away with that situation. I didn't like it."

Honestly.

True, it was my responsibility to force the Marys into such a terrible battle because it was a naval battle that could neither escape nor advance.

"Still, thanks for the help. And of course, the Silesier Navy will welcome you all and guarantee you the best you can."

"I'd be in trouble if you didn't. In that naval battle, half the ship sank and more than 2,000 of its people died. At that time, I decided to take your side. I don't think my decision was a mistake..."

"I don't feel responsible for that. If you're responsible, it's not Mary's fault, it's mine who decided to fight."

"You... how can you take it so flat! Even your men must have died a lot."

"Right, though I may just be dull. The soldiers who died in the name of Silesier's brave men were not the only ones who fought in the naval battles ahead. At this very moment, in the country of Silesier, in the land of Germania, under my banner, the soldiers are fighting and dying."

"So you're saying we can't just mourn the soldiers who died in the naval battle... that's what my disliked royalty is going to say"

I know very well that Mary doesn't like me.

The person who forced you to make the sacrifice will naturally hate you. The same goes for this moderation negotiation. Even after the war, the people of Castilia will suffer with great compensation.

Rich enough to allow ordinary people to drink delicious coffee on the corner, this peaceful market will also be devastated.

Still, I'm here to keep defeating others to protect what's important to me. That's the result of my decision to be nobody.

"The soldier I ordered to fight and kill. Whatever the cause, I became such a person at some point. If I have to play a role, you can't run away."

"Well, I'm no longer in a position to accuse you either... because you've framed me for ordering everyone to fight. That's hard stuff."

"People die because it's war. I can only promise to make as little sacrifice as possible and what makes sense."

"You're strong, you... you're supposed to be called a brave man. Thanks, I can't break it that far..."

Mary crooks her cheeks, bites her lips, and leans down her rugged face. Its grief-colored eyes gave a glimpse of the feminine weakness of the pirate's head only for a moment.

I need her to be an admiral of my fleet. Either way, I may have to have my men ordered to die in plain sight.

Now, she's just a pushed head, relying on the troubled pirates.

I sympathize if I think the mourning and suffering I'm feeling will be the same as I was once lost. I can't force you to be just as ready as I am.

"If it's hard, you can resent me for thinking it's my fault you lost your people. I will try to make that sacrifice meaningful."

"Ah, do that... now I'll still believe your words, brave man. If you don't at least make sense of the death of your fellow fighters who fought on your word, I'll have them resented fully then."

Mary left with a red velvet (bilload) coat, saying that she still had work to do to keep the ship supplied.

I wish I could take that hot, bitter coat off, but I guess that outfit is like a strain on her part. Sometimes if you're not exciting yourself that way, you can't stand it.

If the reconciliation with Castile is done as planned, we will not be able to stay in this port for that long. Keeping food properly loaded onto the ship is an important task.

My fleet has Admiral Jean replenishing the barracks so I can relax and have a cup of coffee while shopping for dinner.

By the time Louise and I took a break at the cafe and drank our second cup of coffee, the market was engulfed in a rushed atmosphere.

When asked, it is the full rumor that King Castile has come to the city.

"Are you finally here?"

The break is over. When I put the cup down and stood up, I headed to the main street of the city where the king's carriage came.

It is only through successful negotiations with the study king (Hikikomori) that we can finally bring this war to an end.

I went to the beautiful Castilian train and asked the nearby Kingsguard to reveal his identity so that I could meet His Majesty Fildinant.

As the soldiers rushed to the king's carriage, Lebnand descended from the sky. They were magically flying up to the sky looking for me.

"How many times are you here to see me on your own, if you're going to see His Majesty, you'll have trouble getting me through!

"What are you doing here?"

I've already set up the talks, so I don't need Revnants.

When this magician, who has both one and two habits, mouthed King Castile, was going to get in the way of negotiations, so I thought I'd electrocute the reconciliation negotiations, was it sweet?

"It's a historic harmonious negotiation. It's not bad to see the parties face each other all of a sudden."

"The Silesier brave man is going to kill me with all his heart, isn't he? I understand..."

It is also the kind of balls that die with this degree of hard work.

Anyway, I couldn't help but find Lebnand, so I decided to ask him to guide me to the king's carriage,

"This way."

"Big carriage."

King Castile's gigantic carriage has a large roof and is as big as a two-story house moving around intact.

There are even more tents around the carriage from the roof, which also look like a big camp. When you enter the tent with Lebnand's lead, you don't feel the heat at all. There was a relaxing and quiet space there.

"Are you even wearing a cooler?"

"What is cooling (cooler)? If the room meant cool, there would have been a tent around the carriage, making it easier for slaves to spend time sprinkling water on the roof and tent"

"If you want to chill, just let the magician make an ice-cold."

"Because of someone else, all the magicians went to war without distinction between senior and lower ranks."

So many of them died in battle? Levnants are letting such accusations seep out of their mouths.

This one is exhausted, but the human damage Castile sustained in this great naval battle is lethal.

"I'm sorry about that. But it's a good cooling method for a land with high temperature winds. I'm guessing that means you're cooling with vaporized heat that's vaporized the water, right? Coolers and principles remain the same."

"You still don't understand what the valiant Silesier is saying."

Levnants shrugged my shoulders made me laugh bitterly.

But it's good to have a cooler, albeit primitive. At all times, I guess the royal nobility means he can be comfortable.

"Is His Majesty the Fildinant in this?"

"His Majesty the King of the Study is very bad at talking about that kind of thing, so please be aware of it."

"That's the kind of reputation I hear, then we're in."

"Yes."

When Lebnand gently opened the door, there was a quiet study inside.

There's a bunch of paperwork stacked on my desk. I see, while traveling by carriage, he deserves exactly the name of the study king, even though he is in the study.

King Castile, who is on his way to his desk, has a pair of glasses (monocle) with a silver chain in his orbit. He is a quiet young man with red hair stroked behind him wearing a quilted specification doublet with a gold line on the black ground.

The lean atmosphere has a sense of distinctive elegance but is roughly devoid of the majesty of a king. The royalty I've seen was more of a show of my greatness.

Is the flair a librarian or, at best, a junior bureaucrat?

There is just a sense of presence, a silence in this room that silences the other person unexpectedly. So much chatter, Levnant, is keeping his mouth shut here too.

"Is this man really the king of Castile?"

Unexpectedly, I asked Levenant.

"King Castile, revealed in Fildinant Castile Asturias"

"Well, I'll see you first. Sire Fildinant, even more so now, I am Queen Silhouette of the Kingdom of Silesiers, and I am Takel Sado, entrusted to the King's General."

Though I tried to say hello, I haven't heard back at all.

King Castile, the Fildinants keep their eyes on the documents on the desk, not even on each other.

What, diplomatic tactics to ignore this one?

Well, if that's your attitude, we'll just stick to tough demands over here.

"Er... I am a Silesian person, but I am also the nominee of the Union of Britannians and Lords, the Principality of Transhvania, damaged in the fight against your country. The plenipotentiary ambassador for this conciliation. I have already communicated the terms of the harmony, but I would like your response."

"… paperwork"

A leaning Fildinant snapped with a disappearing voice.

If you look closely, your shoulders are sifted into small pieces.

"Huh?

"Here's the paperwork, give me the paperwork... Silesier's..."

"Oh well, I'm sorry. This will be the instrument for the conclusion of the pact."

When I gave it to him, he signed it with a glimpse, with a horrible face.

... compensation for 100,000 pieces of white money. It's a tough conciliatory condition equal to selling the country over, but can I sign it so soon?

I thought there would be more difficult negotiations that would multiply the threats.

This way, King Castile said with no expression that he was flattered.

"I guess the terms won't change where we negotiated anyway. There are no more ingredients here to draw compromise."

"Yes, but not too light..."

"It's a waste of time, I have my next job, and so will you. You go back to your work, too."

With that said, King Castile is immersed in a new document without turning his face here.

They say it's kind of too flat, and I'm a little scared to say I clapped it out.

"King Fildinant......"

"Right, let's just say we can't lose the next fight"

King Castilia snapped, as he leaked with the potpourri. I thoroughly destroyed the invincible fleet so that there would be no next battle.

Without the great cause of ending the war, there is no point in that much sacrifice.

"No way, there won't be a next war, will there?

"... oh, probably not while we're alive. But whether fifty years from now or a hundred years from now, the opportunity for my Kingdom of Castilia to breathe back and conquer the world will come."

"You're saying you'll do the job for it"

"On my desk, there's a pile of past. It continues into the future of this country."

"That's a long story."

"Even if I'm not alive, the paperwork and the system remain a hundred years from now. And by then there will be no more brave men in the kingdom of Silesier."

That's all I said, after that I was immersed in work without talking about anything.

I didn't say regrettably, I said casually, that I was working on something that I really thought would be a hundred years from now.

A decade would tell, but a hundred years is what a magnificent temperament.

I honestly didn't think deeply about myself after I died.

For a human being who can only see now, King Castile's words and actions are also reflected in madmen.

But fifty years from now, a hundred years from now, they're bound to come. Even if we're not alive.

We won this war, but it was a dangerous place where we might be caught up technically in a little while.

Surely we may lose the war in fifty or a hundred years.

"You interrupted, Fildinant."

No reply, I quietly followed King Castile's carriage.

I hear this study king (Hikikomori) never comes out on the surface stage. I may never live to see him again, but as long as I stay alive, I can't afford to fail to be vigilant about this man.

Only once, I looked back when I left the room.

In a quiet study, he sighed looking at Fildinant, who went on to work unconsciously toward his desk.

The power of the brush alone struck me by its intention to go beyond time and space as well.

Perhaps the Fildinants continue to struggle here and now, with my children or the descendants long before me.