Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri (LN)

I was visiting Riesha in the spring village.

Visit the village chief's hall, the last destination of the day.

"This is what the village looks like, village chief"

"I see, Lord Yamato. Have you finally recovered so far..."

I was checking the village chief and the village records ledger. It is a fine record of the production and stockpiling of food and crafts.

"You've grown richer than before."

The village chief gets an exclamation as he makes the confirmation.

Village life had been greatly improved by the various reforms we had been carrying out for two years.

Before I came, the village was exploited and desolate by its lords. Its hard life is now richer than ever before.

The cultivation of cereal inahons and trade with the city of Orn had made food and household goods steadily available.

"This is all thanks to Lord Yamato, too. Thank you again."

"I haven't done much. It's the hard work of the villagers."

I answer honestly to the words of the village chief who praises me as a wise man.

What I have done is to improve my hunting tools and reform agriculture. The actual labor that followed was carried out by the villagers.

Also popular in dealings with Orn is the traditional craft of the village. A great selection of handmade goods from the four tribes of the Urd and Han tribes, the people of Suzak and the Mountain Hole tribe.

I applied modern Japanese knowledge and only made it a little more efficient.

"Where I humble myself, that's Lord Yamato... Speaking of which, what's the important story?

"Talk. Oh, you did."

The practical story of the village has come to an end, and the village chief has switched sassy stories.

This neighborhood is just a village chief. I remember exactly what I was saying in advance.

"I'll be away again for a little while after the next planting"

"I see. Leave the village to me."

The village chief agrees with my offer to go away.

The busiest in Urd, a rural area, was the spring of Inahon planting and the autumn of the harvest.

There are many other jobs in the season, but in a village that has become significantly more efficient than before, it is okay without me.

Don't worry about the village vigilante again. Regular patrols and traps are set up several times a day to prepare in advance for external enemies.

In case a thief attacks, it can be handled with a Uld-style crossbow (crossbow) squad or Han Bow Horse Rider squad. The village's defense, enhanced by hunting and training, is now considerable.

Even if about a hundred bandits attacked, they would, on the contrary, return it unilaterally.

"Is this also a deal to Orn or the Empire, Lord Yamato?

The village chief, who has commanded the village over the years, is also familiar with the inside information and has no objection to my going into business.

"No, I'm going to Sacred Capital."

"Are you Sacred Capital!? Lord Yamato..."

"What... Sacred Capital..."

The village chief and the girl Risha, who was present, lose her words in my words.

Especially the face of Riesha, the village chief's granddaughter, was quite blue. It's unusual for her to have such a sad look, always smiling.

Not so long ago was the Holy Kingdom of Romanus, with its holy capital, a gateway to the people of Urd.

"Go to the Sacred Capital and have a lot to look into"

But this reaction between the two assumed, to some extent, I don't care if they're blue, I keep explaining.

Visit the Virgin in the Sacred Capital and tell her that she is going to purchase information about that boy named "The Spiritual Beast Administrator (Leiju Master)".

"But Lord Yamato. The Holy Kingdom of Romanus is for this Uld…"

"It's okay, village chief. I'm going alone this time."

The Holy City is the capital of the great power "Holy Kingdom of Romanus” to the west of this continent. Last year, it was a bigger power than the Hizan Empire visited.

"Romanus was the ruler of the former Uld."

"Yes... Lord Yamato"

Yes, until two years ago this village of Uld was a flying territory of the Holy Kingdom of Romanus. Until just before I came to the village, there was a ruling "lord”.

"I'm fine. I won't bother the village this time."

In other words, it was the nobility of the Holy Kingdom who led the Knights and threatened them with force and took away the adults from all over the village. Threaten to kill all the old children who will remain if you resist.

I was about to board the capital of such a kingdom. In case you inspired them, you can't imagine what kind of disaster would strike the village again. Even though the village has finally regained peace and stability.

Remembering the horror of two years ago, the village chief and Riesha had lost their words.

"I want to avoid useless confusion. I want you to keep it a secret from the three of us."

It was also worth the effort over the past two years, and I have finally stabilized the village's life. But the hard memories of the time would be quite traumatic.

Even spiritually strong village chiefs and leishas are this reaction simply by giving the name of the Holy Kingdom.

If it was passed on to the children and other old people in the village, I can't imagine how much anxiety would spread. By then the fear of force suppression will be engulfed in deep psychology.

"But Yamato, you alone..."

Reesha, who was blue, squeezes her strength and opens her mouth. In a situation where my mind had not yet been sorted out, I was uttering words only with mental strength.

"It's okay, Mr. Riesha. I'll be back as soon as I have something to do."

I smile so as to reassure her like that. As always, I don't like to make smiles, but they are the best laughs. Yes, like hiding your hidden determination.

"I understand, Lord Yamato. I'll keep this story to myself. Look, it's Risha."

"But... yes, Grandpa..."

The village chief switches his mind and deceives his own granddaughter Risha. Follow it and she will finally regain her complexion.

"Thank you both"

Thus the secret talks between the three of them closed the curtain.

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From that day on, the day passes.

Farming and hunting outside takes place smoothly in a spring village blessed with unprecedented sunny weather.

The third Inahong planting was also successfully completed by all the villagers who were used to it. Needless to say, the farm equipment made by the old blacksmith Gaton worked great there.

Afterwards, as always, the village is filled with children's smiles and calm days pass.

And finally - here comes the morning when I travel to the Holy Capital alone.