Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 156

I was approached by Eleora shortly before visiting the grave, the daily routine of the morning.

"Sir Weid has a story."

Princess Eleora, who has been unwilling for some time, is as full of energy as she was today.

I'm scared.

Eleora entered the office with me alone and suddenly said something like this.

"Do you know the population ratio of Rolmund by status?"

No such panoramic data is available from the members of the Mage Battalion. I shake my head.

Then Eleora began to speak.

"In Rolmund, about 10% of the population is of the aristocracy. Of course, most are lower aristocrats and many have no territory."

Wait, what's the story suddenly?

When I'm confused, Eleanor talks on and off.

"This is because Lolmund is made up of dozens of tribes, and after the republic it collapsed into Lormund in the north, Lormund in the east and Lormund in the west. He gave the influential people the title. ''

Wait, understanding doesn't catch up. I can't read my intentions.

And I can't remember.

Call my deputy for an external hard disk.

"Because it is valuable information, let me record it.

"Oh, do it. It's a very important story."

While I called my kite, Eleanor seemed inevitable to want to talk quickly.

What a sudden.

Kite, who was eating breakfast, came in a hurry, and I urged Elora to continue.

Then Eleora asked me:

"Is there anything strange that you wrote about earlier?"

Uh ... what?

I followed my memory and uttered what I was concerned about.

"I have too many nobles."

"Sure, that's right."

Nobles are probably 10% old Poland, or too much.

Eleora is throwing it all at once, as if hitting everyday complaints.

"Our Lomund is a cold land and much of the country is unsuitable for agriculture. Nevertheless, eight people support two privileged classes."

Isn't that strange?

"Two people are supported because there are 10% clergy."

So that's it.

This is a rather distorted structure.

But I was convinced. So you need a slave. A serf who is engaged in food production without complaining.

"Can you reduce the nobility?"

"As I said, the reason for granting the title goes back before the birth of the Empire. If you do not neglect and strip it, the Empire will collapse."

Indeed, this is a difficult situation.

Eleora smiles at her face as she looks at me.

"The emperor must have overwhelming wealth and power; he must give his opponents blood-freezing punishment and his followers generously with wealth and honor. But in my empire there is no more land to give to the nobles. ''

"So why did you try to cross the mountains and take control of Mirardia?"

I know the situation, but it's annoying.

I look back at the city of Lünheit and return.

"Mirardia has abundant land and few aristocrats. Each of the Taisho clan has their own business."

"It looks like that."

For example, the Eindorf family of Sir Lynheight, the guardian of Iria. Except for Iria, they are all traders.

This is almost the same in other cities, similar to the way lawyers and local business owners act as local council members.

The exception is the Senate.

Rolmund, on the other hand, was not.

It seems that Rolmund, who split into three, gave up the rank and territory to attract each tribe to his allies.

Eleora sighs.

"But it was still good when the empire was founded. The victory of West Lorumund completely abolished the tribes who refused to surrender. There was plenty of land to give."

Wait, the scary words have come out.

What is "complete eradication"?

"... Did you eradicate?"

"In order to cut off the roots of the evil, all lords and peasants are killed. Some are newborn babies. Rolmund has the phrase" Reaper does not make an exception. "

"I'm a demon face"

"Maybe it's because the surrendered tribes were all serfs and the separation and conversion destroyed both culture and religion. I don't know which one was the better."

Certainly if you do it halfway, you will always be counterattacked. I understand that there is rationality.

But my senses are too savagery.

It has been melancholy since the morning.

But considering that, Eleora was quite modest.

"But haven't you killed any of the elders' families or civilians?"

"I thought that if you did, the people of Milardia would leave me. It was just a political decision."

Is that really it?

For the moment, I smelled when I lied.

I thought about Rolmund's situation.

The Holy Lolmund Empire is in a blocked state.

The cause is simple. He used too much candy and whip.

As a result of the flashy dissemination of titles and territories, there were too many nobles. I can't even reduce it. Not enough land.

Food production is barely maintained by the serfs, but on the contrary, they use their slavery hand.

After that, the only way to improve agricultural technology is to use snow and ice.

Even if Elleora succeeds the throne, the empire will soon begin to collapse.

I muttered after careful consideration many times.

"From what I've heard, the empire is at its limit. You should break it before it collapses."

Eleora heard my words and smiled as dangerous as when she first met.

"I've always thought that it would be better to do so before."

This princess is too dangerous

I keep her in mind.

"But if you do, you'll accumulate a lot of dead and grudges. Are you ready to take on that, Eleora?"

"I think who I am"

I think she's a poor clumsy woman.

Eleora looked at me and smiled slightly.

"She seems to be thinking about me and the people of Rolmund, right?"

"I said, I'm merciful."

"I was so."

Elleora nods and asks a question.

"By the way, do you remember the story of 'Cold Mecha'?"

There is no reason to forget. I really dreamed after that.

What will you do

I nodded to keep as calm as possible.

"It's an allegory that I don't like"

"Don't hate it. That's the horror of winter, the importance of preparing for a crisis, the sacrifice of someone, and the sacrifice of someone.

I thought it would be so, but I'd like you to do something about Ochi at least.

"I've always taken the choice of 'cold mecha' for granted, because I didn't know the other choices, the other values, but now it's different. I saw a lot here "

Elleora asks me.

"Lord Black Wolf, what if you were Mecha's family?"

I was a little worried about the difficulties, but realized that the conclusions were decided from the start.

"The wolf never forsakes a flock of fellows. Everyone is sharing food and searching for new food. Anything is possible with a buddy. And we all have spring. That's it."

I'm not good at this kind of "choice problem that I don't want to choose any" and I want to destroy every problem.

Are you going to choose any of the options you have presented?

I feel like that.

Eleora heard my answer and nodded small.

"... I see. If a werewolf, that would be possible."

Elleora looks straight into my eyes and says in a firm voice.

"Merciful Black Wolf, I want to take this opportunity to end 'Cold Mecha', which will eventually benefit Milardia. Help us."

She seems to want to change the way Rolmund is, rather than being an easy one, such as the capture of the throne.

But it would take years for Rolmund to stabilize. It's no wonder that it will take a hundred years.

That is certainly a good thing for Miraldia.

So I answer like this.

"When we're done we're two, but when we're done, you're alone. Whatever you're prepared to do,"

I have to go back to Milardia when my mission is over, so I'll push everything to her for a long, long time.

If that's okay, that means.

Eleora smiles faintly.

"I see. You are certainly merciful, you are."

"It would be so?"

I suppose I should stay in Rolmund for some time, but I'm a Milaldia werewolf.

He has only one body and his ability is known. That doesn't mean it's useful here or there.

As the story breaks, I stand up with a bouquet.

Flowers have not yet been delivered to the memorial service, which is the daily routine of the morning.

"For detailed consultation, we will gather the officials of both sides. We will convene a meeting in the afternoon.

"Oh, so ..."

Eleora nodded, but suddenly shut down on the way.

She asked me fishing.

"What is that flower?"

Of course it is for offering flowers to the memorial monument, but somehow I feel shy and I cheat.

"Private property. You will not have breakfast yet. I will prepare it soon."

"Wait, maybe it is ..."

"I'm sorry because I'm doing my private work."

I gave Eleora no further peeking and ordered her to leave.

I want to do this quietly, personally.