Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

Winter, snowy season, midnight.

I awakened my consciousness with bitter liquid pouring into my mouth and jumped up.

"What, whoops"

I manage to get away from the bed and hit the floor with a digested dinner until half way through.

"You! What's wrong!? Somebody get a doctor!

Smina was surprised at how I was doing and raised her voice.

"... it's okay, I just feel a little worse..."

I breathe roughly and speak to Smina.

"You, rest. I'll get people."

Smina quickly got her clothes on and left the room.

The one left behind is me falling into bed powerless.

Lina started sleeping alone, so I'm the only one in the room.

I have tingling and burning discomfort in my chest and throat.

... Obviously, it's getting worse...

I stared at the ceiling blurry and felt anxious.

It may not be gastritis or esophagitis.

...... I'm fine. I don't have as much noise as a chronic stomach disorder... the symptoms are different then...

I see my worst image and seal up the fear of death.

... it's okay... this is not that disease...

When I told myself many times, 'I'm fine' and calmed my mind, I heard multiple footsteps.

Apparently, Smina called someone.

…… is it still not good………

I returned to me and realized I wasn't wearing any clothes.

I had to get dressed first. When I hurried to put on my pants, my footsteps approached me.

………………

Next day

Smina was worried about what happened last night, but she seemed a little relieved that I was feeling a little queasy in the morning.

Actually, it's nothing right now.

"Are you sure you're okay?

"Yeah, it's winter. Don't worry, I'll do what I can in the capital."

There is also snow during the winter and I can't get out much.

I am scheduled to discuss the petition that came up from the Territorial City Council with my uncle Rodrig today.

Smina says, "But," but I embrace Smina and delude her as "It's okay."

Smina's body, which is rounded and fat, is packed with meat all the way to her back and feels comfortable holding her.

Does Smina say "wife of a bad bran"? I have a strong attachment, too.

Love is equally with the other wives...... but this emotion is different.

"Smina, shall we make another one?

"It's not that age," I whisper in my ear, laughing embarrassingly.

Smina is 33 years old... she is 34 years old now.

I'm still old enough to have enough children, but I'm about middle-aged when it feels like Amoros.

I guess there's some embarrassment in making guts and kids.

"Isn't that good, how about now?

"Oh, Lord Rodriguez is waiting."

Smina kicked me out of the room.

As planned.

I just rendezvoused with my escort, and I decided to head over to Rodrig's mansion.

Recently, my uncle has grown old, and during the snowfall, he has been working in his own residence.

My mother, Lucienne, fell and became in need of care... Besides, my uncle didn't sleep well with Suttencololin.

Rodrig is also a samurai, so I thought it might be rude to treat him as a very old man, but I'm glad he said "I'll help you" in the neighborhood.

We walk down a snowy path.

In the snow, many merchants are opening stores in the territorial capital square to attract customers.

Because of the bad weather, there seems to be a small crowd.

It's cold, but you're struggling...

I walk through the square.

If you need it soon, it might be a good idea to buy something and go home.

Seafood, a favourite of my sleeping mother Lucienne...... fish dried, salted, fish soy, etc. can now normally be bought in the square too.

It's a convenient time.

That's how I got to my uncle's mansion.

It's slightly old, but it doesn't feel like a well-maintained rodrig.

Rodrigue leaves the territory to Roger, who runs the affairs at his own residence in the territorial capital.

It is a heavy town that is the de facto Minister of the Interior and is sometimes called the Prime Minister.

"You've come a long way, Barrian, and a few city councillors are here today. We're all here now."

At Rodrigue's mansion, my uncle greeted me on purpose.

This is the king, but the other is my uncle... an elderly relative.

I get a little frightened.

"Really? I'm sorry I'm late."

"No, I can't keep the king waiting. Everyone was just so quick."

When I took Rodrigue's guide to the hall, there were several men I found out about. Apparently, the senators were in the hall.

It looks like four senators, plus me and my uncle, are gonna have a meeting.

When I and the senators briefly exchanged greetings, Rodrigue urged the elderly senator to "be quick."

Rodrig prompted me and the senators to take their seats facing each other at the table provided, and an elderly senator coughs deliberately "hon." … it's an unbearable trick.

"Now, from me… I have already told Lord Rodrigue that I would like to ask His Majesty's help in increasing the number of poor people in the territorial capital…"

According to this senator's explanation, the number of people living in the capital has increased and slums (slums) have been formed outside the walls.

That was becoming a social problem and he asked me to take action.

As a matter of course, the poor live without eating and slums are susceptible to becoming hotbeds of crime and plague.

I've been cleaning up a couple of slums every time I can (see story 89), but this time, there are different circumstances than before.

"Hmm, why so many more? It's possible to clean up the slums by force whenever you can, but what's the root?

When I asked the question, the senators scrolled up their opinions and said, "I've been waiting."

"It is underlying that His Majesty's governance has reduced the number of 'sick people in winter' and fewer deaths"

"In the first place, the population now exceeds the capacity of the territorial capital."

"Many of them have a quorum, but they don't have the land to let them live"

I snorted "I see" after hearing the opinions of everyone who came out one after the other.

Apparently, the population grew too much beyond the tolerance of the territorial capital.

The number of sick people due to vitamin deficiency, which was common in winter, was reduced by the salting of the zawarclout and turnips I spread.

And with the boom in trade, furs and so on are becoming available, and rocket stoves are becoming more prevalent in upstream households... and the number of frozen dead is declining.

Agricultural production would also have increased and the number of starving deaths would have decreased.

In the last few years, my governance has begun to bear fruit, and the death toll in winter has decreased.

Of course, I didn't take statistics or anything like that and I don't know the exact numbers, but they definitely decreased to the point where residents felt "you've lost less dead".

And the expansion of trade and the development of new industries created new jobs, and more people gained quotas.

Great thing... basically.

There is an aspect to saying that the winter city was a "demographic adjustment place" by the wild drooling of the poor who lost their way.

For example, every time a new child is born in a rural area, four men and five men are given free time as "mouth drops" and head to the city in search of a job.

Naturally, there's no such good story as suddenly getting a job because I went to the city without any touches.

The majority of them become close to homeless and starve or freeze to death during the winter months.

This flow collapsed and the influx of people gradually grew in the territorial capital with jobs.

More is good, but the capital is a castle city surrounded by walls.

The land to be inhabited has its limits and will naturally set up a crude dwelling outside the castle...... the birth of a slum.

Naturally, without permission.

Whether there is a quorum or not, the majority of those who have to live outside the walls are poor, and the slums they form enter suspicious people who are inexperienced.

I can't crush it, but I don't want to leave it.

They are like acne in adolescence.

"I see. It is difficult to eliminate because there are many people with quotas, but is it difficult for slums to form"

"Yes. Those with fixed office have jobs because they have jobs. There will be many shops and craftsmen who will walk away from everything."

One of the senators responded to my words with a distinct face.

The senators look serious, but it doesn't seem like a big deal to me.

If you don't have room to accept it, you just have to make it.

"If the Territorial Capital is narrow, you can't break the walls. Lioncool's defenses are Portu, a fortified city to the west, and Cokers Castle to the north. There's no need for defense functions in the capital."

"No, you can't do that. As you know, Lioncool has a long history of civil unrest. Now it's healed, but it doesn't taste good to have a territorial capital occupied when there is a conspiracy or something. We need the walls in case something unexpected happens."

Rodrig immediately said the opposite when he heard my words.

The senators are nodding, "Yeah, yeah," too.

I guess they are a generation that knows about civil unrest.

... I see, it doesn't taste good to be unprepared for tomorrow because it's healing now...

Stay in the healing and remember the mess, and Rodrig is certainly right in saying it.

"Then there's only expansion work. I see, this petition is an expansion of the territorial capital…… it's going to be roundabout."

The senators looked uncomfortably off when my eyes caught sight of Giroli.

"Well, don't say that... it would be easier for you to convince yourself to speak in turn, wouldn't you?

Rodrigue widened the map as he begged me to... the map around the capital.

When I said, "You're ready," Rodrig replied without offense, "The robbery of the year."

From here on, it looks like this will be a meeting for the expansion of the territorial capital.