Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

64. The King's Restoration

"That's it for now"

Palace of Wang Du, its courtyard.

I followed His Majesty the King through all his forms of archery and cut him up in the right place.

Honestly, I have very little to teach.

My arms are certainly higher on mine, but His Majesty the King is also pretty strong just to say that he has been waving his sword since he was a child, the royal family of Aigina.

Well, if we don't have enough experience in action clearly, and it's like so-called "dojo swordsmanship" and it's "killing each other" it seems weak... well, I wouldn't even point it out.

His Majesty the King, who holds the sword, receives a towel from the maid and wipes the sweat with his upper body.

I don't even want to see a man naked, but I'll be patient.

After wiping his sweat, His Majesty the King has spoken either of it or of it remaining semi-nuded.

"What do you think, Doctor, the rest of your skill?"

"Right."

I pretended to think about it a little.

I've asked Mimis in advance, mouthing the unobstructed answer at times like this.

"To be honest, I think there's still room to improve"

"Ha ha, the teacher's a real honest guy. Frankly, you can say no at all."

The king got in a pretty good mood.

Mimis said the powerful royalty there, especially the king, should not be betrayed.

'Cause that's what they can do over there.

It is also out of the question.

Over there I have pride as a royal and pride in my skill.

After all, not yet, but talented.

That seems to be the most favored response.

It was with merit that we have had a proper meeting, and His Majesty the King was in a good mood.

There, a man I don't know ran into the garden.

The man struck the king in the ear.

Where his upper mood had gone until just before, the king was furious enough to turn his face bright red.

"Fuck you."

A king who throws up in a very nasty language.

What happened to you?

... even if I ask, is it okay enough to ask?

"Is something wrong, Your Grace?"

His Majesty the King waved and, after letting the man back down, answered.

"You know the Ealis region has been hit by drought this year and starvation is occurring."

"Is that it?

I honestly didn't know, but blur and move on.

"I ordered the budget out of the treasury and the refugees to buy food from the merchants to spend the winter and distribute it, but they almost went into the nostalgia of Baron Bashirus, the man who ordered it to be executed"

"So we haven't gone to the people for food...?

"There are signs of it being distributed."

"Ha..."

I hope so.

What kind of tease is that? The question arose.

Disaster relief like this has long been a classic.

When it's a disaster enough to starve, there's no tax to go into the country first.

Commercial activities around the region lag in tandem, thus reducing taxes from it.

Even though taxes are reduced, the country is tough when it comes to offering money for disaster relief.

So the budget you can allocate is always cute.

It would be rather tragic to pull it out of there.

"Basilus, what kind of tease did you use?

"That's why I want you to find out about him."

Back in Pindos, I summoned Curos of the Dreams to the whorehouse to talk about what His Majesty the King had told me.

"I see."

Curros' eyes sharpen.

The people who use disaster to fatten their private bellies are the hardest race to dream about.

"Okay, I'll find out soon"

"Please."

"Feed?"

A few weeks later, Wang Du again.

After finishing his audition, he informed the king that the Dreams had looked into it.

"Yeah, bovines and pigs... well, that's the main thing that feeds the livestock. I was buying it."

"What do you mean?

"If you hit the feed exactly the same amount of gold you buy flour for baking bread, you can buy five times the amount of feed. Sir Bashirus bought the fodder and handed out 1 to the refugees and seemed to put the remaining 4 in his own pocket"

"What!!

The king was furious.

He pulled out his sword and slammed it to the ground.

"You mean he handed out livestock feed to refugees!!

"That's what I'm talking about"

"I can't forgive you! I'll grab him and ask him questions!

"I don't think that's possible."

"Oh my God!

The king gave me quite a bit of anger on my back.

"It seems that a bandit named Dreamland found out about the story and stole Bashirus' property and offered it to the refugees in his own right. Naturally, there was the wrath of the refugees who had to eat the fodder to get hungry..."

"The Dream Regiment."

"Yes."

"I see. Hmm, it feels good"

I snuck up and sighed.

I only asked for an investigation, but too often, the Fantasies ran wild in anger and "managed" Bashirus.

Well, I was surprised to hear the end of the story, so stick around.

"Right, there's a fantasy group? I must thank you for that."

"Huh!?

Surprised.

The king thanked the bandits?

"Ma'am, wait, Your Majesty, that's just it"

"Still no good"