My sister and I moved around the world until I unified the continent to protect my sister.

- October 2, 426, Continental Calendar

"On behalf of King Pharos! His Majesty the King has contacted us that he has taken control of Zarut, the capital of the Kingdom of Daphra in the East!

A breathless royal palace intelligence officer rushes into the executive office of Amelia Faros Minister of Industry and Technology and the king's deputy with the letter in his hand.

"Right."

I opened the letter quickly with a desk loaded with documents and looked through it sassy. The king's deputy handed the letter to the old man who was at the side. While a man puts it in a box, he returns to the task of looking through the paperwork.

"... eh, is that all?

Another preaching order enters the room and utters words from the side where the intelligence officer who brought the letter stands flaunted.

"Faros Minister of Industry and Technology. The director of the Sixth Institute of Technology has reported that the prototype of the new windmill has been completed."

"Oh well! Okay, thank you for your hard work. Tell him I'll go see him tomorrow morning in Ichi."

to that word. An old man next to the king's deputy uts the word.

"Dear Faros. His Majesty the King has instructed us to give priority to the King's work while he is away."

"I know. Then if the work under way is cleared up, there is a problem that I took a day off or so. I'm not going to work, I'm just going to look at it as a holiday person."

"... I see. But if you're working, it's still like a mountain."

When a man says so and sends a signal, a young clerk pushes a trolley loaded with mountainous documents from the next room.

"............... Shall I lie? Three times as many people have done their job in the last few days, right? Since we have more work to shake on each minister while Eina is away, and we've halved the administrator's time off, shouldn't we be able to afford more"

"Strangely enough, work accumulates. We have responded with more personnel after fewer holidays everywhere, but many have reported not catching up."

"... Eina's one. How much work did you always do?

"You can't even tell that to me, the First Administrator. Even the post of Administrator was first to sixth, because each was responsible for internal affairs, civil affairs, finance, military, foreign affairs and others…. And also, Nina, it seems to be greatly influencing that you don't have a candidate for the next king. He is no better than His Majesty the King when it comes to home affairs, civil affairs and finances."

"... when I got back, I was going to have plenty of trouble attached to my research thanks, but add or subtract a little... Then I won't give up tomorrow's holiday. I'll do my job as much as I can within today, so keep it going."

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"... Um"

The first intelligence officer to enter the room opens his mouth so that the First Administrator pokes a void that disappears into the next room, which is also a document warehouse.

"What, are you still oozing? What else do you have to report?

"No, there are no reports...... are you sure? The capital of that Daphra kingdom. You took control of the capital of that country so quickly, which was said to be the biggest and most powerful on the continent. More like this, you think I'd send a confirmation messenger to surprise or something? I was wondering if there would be a transmission run everywhere..."

"Oh, you know what? Don't worry, but I've already arranged for you everywhere as an appointment. Faster than I expected, but, well, there's a problem."

to that word. The king's deputy goes on to say words with a slightly more pleasant look on his face to the intelligence officer, who is still standing up unconvinced.

"You may not know it because you're young, but if you're surprised, it's better to lead one of the Grand Duke's leadership in the battle to defeat two invading armies: the Kingdom of Siddhar and the Idra Empire. Given the difference in his power, he was more disadvantaged then. Destroy it at an overwhelming rate that is also raw and miraculous, without complete skin (kamp). Even a reverse invasion took control of half the continent. How surprising it is to have now led half the continent to destroy a nation."

"That's... I've heard rumors..."

"I actually saw the wobble next door. Still, I can't believe it. So, well, I guess I can't either. But if you're willing to work under Eina, keep your temper to yourself for a little while. If he says he's getting married, I can't help but be surprised."

Saying so and laughing at the king's deputy, the intelligence officer said, 'A few things...?' And it haunted one's head...

Note that this intelligence officer will be available at a later date. Although he was also present at the scene where King Pharos' deputy received a letter from King Eina stating, 'I have decided to marry a man who will hit Nina's father'. Amelia Faros, who opens her eyes and halves her mouth to solidify. I testify that I saw something very rare......

... the day after a report of the fall of Zarut, capital of the Kingdom of Daphra, entered the King's capital. This is near the royal castle, Minister Faros' residence.

"... Dear Amelia. Excuse me, sir."

The sun hasn't risen yet, dark time. Tell her to keep her sleeping husband awake. One maid gently opens the bedroom door.

With the finest materials and technology, the door opens smoothly without sound. Only one burning candle in the corner of the room lights the large room slightly thinly.

The maid relies on the candlestick (soggy) lights in her hand to make her way to the luxurious (soggy) bed placed in the center of the room… but the bed is a mushroom shell. The maid rushes to try to get her hands between the sheets, but the residue of her body temperature (zanza) was only slightly (kasu) felt.

"- Dear Amelia!

That's how you scream, jumping out of your bedroom. The chief maid who has served this house since the Duke's time and is now exclusive to Amelia.

This is, in a way, a familiar sight in the Faros family......

"- I searched, Master Amelia!

A slight sign of the sun is felt. Time for the sky to stain light purple. Running all over Cantera with one hand to cut his breath, the maid director finally discovered his aspiring master at the Sixth Institute of Technology's workshop.

"Hmm, isn't it Sophie? What's up, man?

Still in the dark workplace. In the figure of my husband, who is standing and breading with his sleeping messy hair, looking at the large windmill illuminated by the bonfire (kabi) and the stone mould connected to it. Maid length Sophie lightly distracts her consciousness.

"It's not an errand! Didn't you always say so much about calling our servants when you were out!

"I would have told all my servants to take the day off because of the holidays."

"- I was just wondering, couldn't my husband have slept relaxed when he was awake and working! And that bread, isn't it the rest of yesterday that was in the kitchen?

"You don't have to work. Because it's a holiday, I'm here to study my hobbies.... Oh, there! Well, I think that gear is subtly uneven, so check it out! - This bread was really in the kitchen, but shouldn't I have taken it on my own?

"No, not a bad idea, though. It won't taste good. Bread baked the day before is something that a junior servant would eat soaking in milk and soup. And you say it's a hobby, but isn't it any different from the work of the Minister of Industry and Technology?"

"It's like work is a hobby. It would be more fun if there were no cumbersome paperwork or coordination with other departments. I don't have them today, so it's not a complete hobby."

With that said, Minister Faros twisted a piece of bread in his right hand. Continue the words.

"It's really hard, but it's easy to eat, so isn't it convenient? Eating in the smell of crumbs and oil here also makes me feel heartless or delicious."

Though Sophie remembers her strong vertigo in her husband's words. Stop hard and return the words.

"Dear Amelia, those words. Never say it in front of the chef. I'll go back to the country crying, or I'll start mixing crumbs and non-edible oil in my bread tomorrow."

"Mm, speaking of which. You've heard that the world also has bread with crumbs. I'm interested, but let me make it once."

"- Is there anything like that that you eat with famine? It is something given to poorly handled elf slaves and more! It's such a bossy, caught in the throat (throat) and a bad thing, even if it's wrong, it's not what Amelia would say!

"I see you've eaten that way... well, you were born in the West. Was it 10 years ago that the area was hit by drought..."

"... Yes. That's when I was sold to slave traders for bread to feed my brothers. Then another merchant bought it. Because it looked good, it was made a dedication to the Baron's house, and because it was smart, it was a dedication to the Duke's house..."

"Really... how are my brothers? Oh, you're moving better! Install two windmills side by side with a conventional windmill, record the comparison of work efficiency for a month and take them to the soft spot!

"- Yes. I survived the famine safely with the money I was sold, and now I'm sending from the pay I'm getting, so there are more fields. They can keep a lot of cattle and sheep, and their lives are stable. Thanks also to Amelia for taking me as a maid of honor who was supposed to be a slave..."

The fact that the Duke, Grand Duke, King and his master, who has held the highest rank in this country, knew his origins only as a servant. And for caring for my family, Sophie's voice trembles with much gratitude.

"At home, work is supposed to be rewarded and given a place commensurate with it. That will be your strength. You work well. If you want to see your family, I'll take a vacation of about a month or two, but how about that?

"- I would like to thank you most sincerely for your worthless words...... but I am afraid I have also given the seat of Maid Chief. We are ordered to devote ourselves exclusively to Amelia, and now we want to devote all our energies to fulfilling that responsibility."

"Right. Then you can always say when you want a vacation. You can back off today."

"Yes.................. that's not good! In the meantime, we've prepared breakfast, so enjoy this one! And the hair... Anyone have a chair?

To Sophie's voice, one of the lab workers will bring me a crude wooden chair. Sophie frowned for a moment, but lowered her back without the way her husband was particularly concerned, so when she gave up and gave her a basket that she had packed for breakfast to her husband, she took out a small (crumb) for her phone and combed (and calved) her husband's hair with her sleeping habits on it.

"I'm not going up to the royal palace, so I don't care what it looks like. We're going to experiment with balloons in the afternoon anyway, so even when we're ready, the wind's gonna blow us away."

"No, it's not good. Be a little more careful, because many of the fears are on you, Your Excellency the Minister, and now you are also acting for the King. It's totally different from being a bummer from the start and becoming a bummer as a result."

"I don't know... well, do whatever you want to get in the way of the inspection"

King Pharos's deputy seemed not to fall into the wrong hands, but he eats a sandwich from the basket he was quietly given.

I anticipated from yesterday that this would happen anyway, and I asked them to bake a large loaf of bread. A selection of soft spots even after a night near its center. It's a potion of meat, cheese, vegetables, eggs, etc. that I've been planting since the day before.

Cut into smaller bites to make it easier to eat while doing something.

The only miscalculation was that my husband woke up too soon.

I suppose I was supposed to be working for the king's deputy late last night, but it makes me wonder if he really took a break.

When Sophie finishes her first slice while she combs her hair, the king's deputy speaks out more or less.

"Uhm, yummy. Hey, guys, here comes the plug! Come and get each and every one of them!

to that word. The workers who were messing with the windmill come in turn and take a sandwich from the basket placed on the king's substitute's knee (knee).

Though it would have been impossible to deal with a minister. The lab workers are used to it.

(I prepared it for you, Amelia...)

Sophie looks at the contents of the basket as she combs her husband's hair. Seeing my husband roam hard bread as always makes me feel complicated.

In the meantime. When the last one took the sandwich, only two slices remained in the basket.

"Oh, that's just fine. Sophie, you haven't had breakfast anyway. Let's eat one slice at a time"

When the king's deputy says so, he offers a slice to Sophie for his hand.

I tried to resign for a moment, but then I think I would lose my husband's favor because of it. 'Yes, thank you,' Sophie said, receiving the sandwich.

"You made it, but I'll take it... um, it's still delicious. Seems to be popular with everyone. You got me into trouble early in the morning, thank you."

"... it's a waste of time"

That said, Sophie bows her head deeply.

No matter how long the maid is. It is a rare occasion, such as when a large party is divided up without delay due to the fact that the Lord is rarely able to speak praises or words immediately.

The thrill will be a superior spice to any spice for Sophie. It turns my own cheese sandwich into something so delicious that I don't think it belongs in the world.

"Hey, Sophie. When you're done fixing your hair, don't go to sleep. I don't want you to fall."

"No. There won't be any problems where one of the servants fell. Wouldn't there be as much instead"

"No, I'm in trouble. Rumors of overworked servants falling into the workplace can hinder the securing of talented people. Everyone who works here is ordered to rest in three shifts.... right. Maids and servants should do the same."

…………

Listen to my husband. Sophie, who has worked in an approximate house, wonders how privileged it is. I see in my eyes a face that the servants rejoice in.

... It's just a delicate place for Sophie herself. You will have less time to work for a respected and beloved master.

Even today. I was actually supposed to get up earlier than my husband and wait for him to wake up beside the bed. In the first place, isn't it the exclusive maid's job to wake up earlier than her husband in the morning and refrain from beside him (by his side) at night until his husband falls asleep?

As if I had guessed that idea. The king's proxy utters words.

"Basically, it's fine if you just stay by the morning and night, either at the royal palace or at the lab during the day. You just have to show your face at dinner next time, so you should really get some sleep. I'm going to take a nap after my inspection here."

... to that word. Sophie feels her chest get hot on her husband's mind.

Maybe this husband doesn't feel comfortable at work. I do what I want, but I'm not the kind of person who takes a nap.

Unless you're in the middle of an experiment that goes on for days. I hear that the holidays are today alone and tomorrow I will return to work for the king's deputy. If you're going to take a nap, naturally that's when you'll be willing to go around the lab for a full day.

I mean, to let myself rest at will. You're lying to me.

Just one. For a servant like flying if you blow it.

In some houses, it is for servants who are so much more valued for their expensive paintings and vases.

I can't wait to see that for Sophie, who has been treated as an object ever since she was sold as a slave at the age of eight. Renew your determination to serve this husband for the rest of your life. Now make up your mind to sleep with all your might, as you were commanded, so that you would never pull your husband's leg. Until then, I was in a hurry to fix my husband's hair...

...... Note. As Sophie sees it, King Pharos' deputy will naturally not take a nap that day. After watching the test of the operation of the new windmill, he willingly boarded the first laboratory where he was studying balloons.

There, he participates himself in the task of attaching the sail (ho) to the balloon, where the prototype has just been completed. "It's still in the prototype stage," he said to the director of the first laboratory, who stops. 'That's why I'm riding. I'm not going to be an original investor, I'm going to be an engineer. If it were, it would be natural to board the prototype, look up close and wash out the problem!' He let go and boldly rode into the prototype and went up into the sky.

Do this and test it, even over the sky. I don't even show how I care about the hair I get fixed because of the wind getting bumpy, but how I shine my eyes and exchange opinions with other technicians. If the Administrators, who always see him fighting with the paperwork with his dead eyes, would not think he was very much the same person.

It should be noted that the balloon leans heavily in the face of a strong gust as it moves into the landing strip. He fell over and suffered an injury that fractured his left wrist, but he didn't seem to care at all.

At the end of the day when I wouldn't stop arguing about how to stick out the sail pillars while I was being treated and how to fold the sails, I ended up saying, 'Okay, I'm going to fly again', which was stopped by the medical officer at all costs.

It should be noted that King Faros' deputy, who dared to shelter (or otherwise) his right hand so as not to interfere with his work, was vigorously doing his job, even dreaming of the next holiday from the following day, but a few days later the Minister of Commerce Listella sent a letter to him saying, 'I am sorry for the crisis of my best friend' and disappeared. The king's deputy, who lost a good administrator, could not finally get a holiday from then until the day of the king's triumph…