Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Fast-growing, Falv, the heart of the Marquis of Istas.

Yut builds the foundation by taking over the basic settings made by the great sage Vainamarinen, and Dwarf youths led by Tordek build the building.

There, the people who work in the Falve - the civilians who work in the castle fortifications, the Temple officials. Besides, the Dwarves themselves - move in, and also the merchants they're looking for relocate.

In Falv, which has developed in that way, there is rarely a ghetto.

Sometimes Yut is suppressing excessive population growth, and sometimes Larsia is disciplining the back society.

More than that, the Marquis Territory of Istas, which has been boiling well in the past few years, has had as many jobs and has been put on a quorum. And it is also significant that the Dwarves' architectural velocity exceeds population growth.

In addition, health insurance became a safety net and almost no longer dropped out of society due to illness or injury.

Few poor people exist without eating or eating. This can't even do the ghetto.

But more recently, a neighborhood was born close to it.

A corner where three-story collective housing (apartments) meets.

In Falve, which is equipped with sewers, there are many two-story buildings combined with it. This collective dwelling is an accommodation premised on tentative residence.

Temporary residence to move to a residence in that neighborhood if you officially decide to work.

There, the liberating slaves from the South moved in in in large numbers. It might be more appropriate, such as packed.

harsh labor and a past in which only clothing and accommodation were provided that could interrupt the minimum. Subsequent sailing journeys. Compared to them, it would be a treat... but if you mistake the helm, you could remain poor.

It was Cress who ran for the helm, no, who was entrusted with the helm.

Of course, his colleagues are helping him, but Cress continued his lonely struggle as the one responsible.

"I don't care about anything. I want you to let me know if you have any supplies that are missing."

"No, you've done well enough."

Now face-to-face at the doorstep of a collective home is an old man with crooked hips.

It was useless in the sense of labor, but part of the management of the slaves had been entrusted to it by the servant side with experience and popularity. I still take over that position and am a compiler of liberated slaves.

a slave, but a delicate position that it was also on the part of the servant.

Now, it's not strange to be hit with a former grudge, but I guess he didn't behave in a high way. The opposite voice is not mentioned from anywhere, but serves as a point of contact with Cress.

Did the elder and I just go?

"I've said it many times, but I don't need to hesitate"

That's good, but there was a problem.

Anyway, it's less demanding.

That attitude would be virtuous, but Cress's position leads to trouble.

"Rather, because it would be more helpful if you told me before I ran out"

That is totally true.

If something happened and then I was as hasty as dealing with it, I'd be far busier from normal.

That was the true story of Cress weeks after he started working under Clerk Claude Laker rather than Yut......

"Sounds thick, but if that's what you mean..."

Has Cress's enthusiasm been conveyed?

An old man expresses his hopes with sorrow.

In conclusion, there seems to be enough food but not enough clothing. It was a habit once, and they didn't have the idea of dressing in the first place. So when it is collected in the laundry, etc., I lose the clothes to wear.

If you don't put it in the laundry, there will be hygiene problems and complaints from the neighborhood as well.

Other detailed requests will also be written in a ballpoint pen taken from Earth to a botanical paper made in a Tenryu sandwiched in a clipboard prototyped in Mainz. If Yut or Akane had accompanied him, he might have had the strange emotion of a match.

Not knowing otherwise, Kress will confirm in his head the steps to be arranged while writing down the quantity of clothing required.

Some mistakes are forgiven, but I don't know what will happen if we continue. More importantly, I cannot forgive myself.

Summarizing the main points with his head and paper, Cress stares at the elders from the front.

"Something else in trouble. If you ever wondered, I want you to say anything. Absolutely not, because it's swollen."

"Yes, yes. Thank you. Bye..."

One last time, do me a favor in the name of caution, but I can't hold it until I'm sure the sincerity has been conveyed. Instead of bowing his head, the elders are the end of praying together.

But it's counterproductive to say this any more, and Kress smiles her best and returns to Falve's fortress.

Cress's lonely struggle will be where everyone admits it.

And then I just want to believe it's not a bad fight.

That's what I offered myself, so I'm not gonna throw it out. Still, I'm stuck on the ground wondering if I could do it a little better.

This falve must be a new heaven and earth for them, but not a life like paradise. A definite reality lay ahead of me.

"No need to worry"

To such a cress, advice flies with a hard voice.

I didn't say a word earlier, but I had company.

No, should I even say mentor rather than companion?

Dimensional Dragon (Kronos Dragon) Dal-Lukash, who is becoming a specialist in clerical handling at some point, speaks faintly of the facts.

"It's okay. I have money"

"I'm not worried about that..."

Hard girl walking behind - denies the words of Dal-Lukash's terminal.

But at the same time, I realized it was not usually possible and stopped by accident.

Even when I was involved in the return of the Southern expedition, in the procurement of supplies, I was corrupt in time and quality, but I did not worry about payment. So much for the luxurious money.

That's the same since my grandfather ordered me to start working at the Marquis Istas house.

That became commonplace, and I was delayed in noticing the anomaly. I guess I can just say I'm taking it easy without having to run to the gold measure.

That's the Istas Marquis family rumored to hunt and compensate for evil dragons when they run out of funds.

"By the way, wouldn't you rather have a budget or something?

"I don't mind either, but the Lord of Dal-Lukash wouldn't badly fix it"

"Well, that guy... I guess so"

Yut Amaxa.

The house of the Istas was made a great magician (Arch Mage), and when the autonomous region of the Rock Giant (Jarloot) was added, it had a comparable territory to that of a country.

Accompanied by an expedition to the South, Allena North Tin said, "Exceptions to humanity". Falve's assessment of the Deputy Temple Director of the Temple of Helenonia could indeed be said to be reasonable.

I've never been sure, but my age shouldn't change that much.

Yet both calm and execution are out of digits.

Do territorial management beside saving the world. Or, vice versa - I'm saving the world with one hassle of territorial management - but either way, I'm not likely to be able to imitate it or anything.

So I guess they'll call it "the exception of humanity" or something.

"Dal-Lukash apologizes that that was an inappropriate statement"

"... Sure, it was rude to my boss"

"Not there. The Lord of Dal-Lukash doesn't care about that."

"Well, that's true, too"

Neither does Cress really think that's the problem.

So where is the focus? There's nothing much to be done, Dal-Lukash says frankly.

"Lord of Dal-Lukash and Prince Cres. Comparing the two is an error in itself. It didn't make any sense."

"That's right. It doesn't extend at all."

"That's not the same"

I didn't change my expression, I didn't gesture.

Just words, Dimensional Dragon's terminal pale denied.

"If the two positions are different, thoughts and actions will be different from one another. Nevertheless, it did not take that into account. Dal-Lukash apologizes again"

"Ha..."

Is it because of fatigue, I can't turn my head? I don't fully understand what you're saying.

Yut and Cress. I know you two want to say different, but I didn't think it was too obvious and meaningful a word.

"... didn't communicate well. This is a question of Dal-Lukash's ability"

"That's not..."

"No. Communication failure is the responsibility of the originator. Otherwise, Dal-Lukash thinks that communication always becomes one-sided"

"Ha..."

Does that mean you have to think about them instead of saying what you want to say?

In the meantime, I see that Dal-Lukash cares for me.

Cress puts on a refreshing smile worthy of calling herself a prince and responds to that feeling.

"Thanks. I'll do my best."

Procurement of clothing heard is not the only job.

I assigned liberation slaves to collective housing, but there's no way I can do a perfect room split or anything like that. Adjustments are still ongoing.

Food arrangements are not over in one go either. We have to serve three meals a day without delay.

Besides, explanations to neighbors are indispensable. An unfamiliar foreigner came suddenly. There must be no clashes in case.

Many are relieved of the harsh working environment and the tension caused by long voyages, leaving them ill. Alcia came back and the treatment was easier, but I couldn't be alarmed.

Besides, we also have to decide how to shake the liberating slaves. The basics are that they will have the crops brought back from the Southern expedition grown, but a few will have a rejection reaction to farming. I had to introduce them to the job, too.

What you want to do, what you have to do, is like a mountain.

Cress is motivated, enough.

It also has the ability.

But is that why it should be?

Working for them and late at night, I went on to just go home and sleep...

"Ugh..."

A few days later in the morning.

My body feels weird.

"Is that it?"

Cress couldn't get up.