How a Realist Hero Rebuilt The Kingdom

Book 1: Chapter 1

On the 32nd day of the 4th month in the 1546th year of the Continental Calendar, the throne was ceded to Souma Kazuya.

It happened in the capital of the Elfrieden Kingdom, Parnam.

This city was the capital, where the residence of the Elfrieden Kingdoms king, Parnam Castle, was. A town had risen up around Parnam Castle, and the circular walls surrounding it were reminiscent of a city-state in Middle Ages Europe. The roofs in the nobles quarter and the peasants quarter were uniformly orange, and this suited the classic image of the town well.

Parnam Castle was in the center, connected with north, south, east and west gates by large roads that were always busy with carriages and large mounted beasts. Aside from the main roads, there were also countless smaller cobblestone roads radiating out from the castle, and these small roads were connected by yet more small roads. Seen from the air, it would have resembled a spiders web, or perhaps a snowflake. These roads were lined on both sides with merchants and tradespeople, and they were always bustling.

Since today was a holiday, and also the first day off since the new king, Souma (though, with the crowning ceremony not yet having taken place, he was technically only acting king), had been given the throne, the marketplace was even more busy than usual. This sudden change of monarchs had caused tension in the castle town for a little while, but once they had heard that the throne had been ceded to the summoned hero, and that the former king, Albert, had announced his abdication of his own will, and that Souma was betrothed to Princess Liscia, the former kings daughter, the confusion naturally died down.

Because the former king had ruled through being loved, the rumors settled down to:

Well, if the king is fine, I guess its okay.

Yeah, the pressure really seemed to be getting to him. Im glad he has that weight off his shoulders now.

Hell be able to take it easy now. Its best for everyone this way.

The peoples interpretations of what had happened were largely favorable. It seemed the kings lackadaisical manner was in tune with the national character. Having had the throne foisted on him, Souma had worried that a resistance movement might rise against the sudden change, but he was a little let down when it never happened. Regardless, it was another peaceful day in Parnam as people of many races went about their business.

As if cutting through that peaceful afternoon, a white horse galloped down the cobblestones.

The horse was spurred on by a beautiful young girl in a red military uniform that looked like it could have come out of The Rose of Versailles. She was sixteen or seventeen years old with fair skin, and platinum blonde hair that streamed behind her in the wind. Her tight-fitting uniform accentuated the well-balanced lines of her body.

A beautiful girl riding a white horse made for a picturesque scene in its own right. The people she passed on her way let out gasps of admiration, which turned to cheers when they realized she was their countrys princess.

Congratulations on your betrothal, Princess!

We wish you happiness!

The people sent her their warmest regards, with no idea how she herself felt about the matter. Of course, it was unlikely she could hear them now, anyway.

Father, Mother... Please, be safe! she, Liscia Elfrieden, whispered to herself with a pained look on her face.

Father! What is the meaning of this? Liscia demanded, raising her voice at the sight before her.

The kings bedroom. It was a room large enough that the king-sized bed did not dominate it, and each and every piece of furniture was exquisitely designed. Originally, this bedroom had been meant to be the private quarters of the royal couple, so it should have been turned over to Souma when he ascended the throne, but Souma hadnt wanted to go through the trouble of moving in, so he had given permission for the former royal couple to stay, and they were still using it. Souma, incidentally, had brought a simple bed into the governmental affairs office and slept there.

When Liscia ran into that room, out of breath, she was greeted by the sight of her parents not only elegantly enjoying tea on the attached balcony, but dipping scones in cream, raising them up to each others mouths, and saying:

Say ah, darling.

Ah.

and feeding each other.

Liscia fell to the ground, but quickly stood back up, and marched up to the former king, Albert, with anger in her eyes.

Father, when I heard your throne had been usurped, I hastened back from my patrol outside the capital! So, why is it that I now find you two feeding each other without a care in the world?!

Liscia, in addition to her title as a princess (though, following the abdication, she was now the new kings betrothed), had also graduated from officers school and held an officers rank in the army. She was not especially high in the ranks, but due to her high birth, she was often tasked with attending royal army funerals, or with other missions of a special nature. This time, she had been on a regional patrol, so upon hearing of her fathers abdication, she had rushed to the capital.

There was no usurpation, really. I abdicated of my own will, her father said calmly.

Why would you suddenly do that?!

I had become certain that that man would make a better king for this nation than I. This is a decision that I came to as the one entrusted with this country, and I take full responsibility for it. I will tolerate no objections.

In that one moment, Liscia saw the dignified authority of the man who had, until just recently, carried a nation on his shoulders, and found herself unable to object any further. Urkh... But how could you decide my engagement without even consulting me?

You may discuss that between yourselves. The betrothal was something I forced on him to begin with. If you do not want it, I doubt Sir Souma will force the matter.

Motheeeer! Liscia shouted. She turned to her mother for help, but Elisha just smiled.

Meet Sir Souma for yourself first. This is your life, so you must decide what you will do with it yourself. Whatever your decision is, we will respect it.

With not even a straw to grasp at, Liscias shoulders slumped.

She departed the room of the former royal couple and walked quickly across the palace.

It had been some weeks since she had left this palace for her regional patrols. Something about the palace she had been away from for a few weeks caught her attention. Many of the servants were running around... The guards, the maids, the bureaucrats, even the ministers... anyone and everyone was running. The sight of pudgy ministers running about and gasping with sweat beading on their foreheads was so surreal that she could only stare, dumbfounded.

It hadnt been like this before. The castle she remembered had been a place so relaxed that it felt as if time just flowed slower there. The maids, the ministers... everyone would walk slowly, and it was so quiet you could hear the palace guards training in the courtyard from anywhere in the palace. Hadnt Liscia joined the officers academy because she had been sick and tired of that atmosphere?

But what now? No matter where she went in the castle, the sound of footsteps echoed.

Liscia called out to one of the maids who was rushing past. Can I have a moment?

Why, Princess! How may I be of service? the maid asked, slowing.

Um... Everyone in the castle seems to be in an awful hurry. Is there something happening?

No? Nothing in particular.

Are you sure? It felt like everyone was rushing to do something...

I am. Ah, but, perhaps it is our new kings influence. When we see how that man works, it makes us feel bad if we dont work, too. I couldnt stand to be slow myself, either... Ah, Im in the middle of something right now, so I will take my leave!

I-I see... Do your best.

As she watched the maid speed off, Liscia was dumbfounded.

For him to make even the maids feel this way, just how hard does the new king work?! Just what kind of guy have I gotten myself betrothed to?!

Liscia found herself wanting to bury her head in her hands all the more.

At last, she came to the kings governmental affairs office. When she opened the door, the first thing that she saw was a mountain of paperwork. On a desk large enough that two fully-grown adults could have slept atop it, the papers were piled high and looked ready to spill over. That was not all. When she looked around, she saw a number of bureaucrats sitting at another long table, fighting a losing battle with yet more bundles of paperwork.

As Liscia stood there, dumbfounded, a young man spoke to her from the other side of the mountain of paper.

You, whoever just came in.

...Huh?! What?! Snapped back to her senses, Liscia had let out a strange cry, but the speaker didnt seem to care at all.

Can you read? Can you do math?

D-Dont mock me! Ive certainly been taught that much!

Well, perfect. Get over here and help me with the work.

Just who do you think you are, asking me to help...?

Just do it. Thats a royal order.

Saying this, the person behind the paper mountain stood up.

Now, finally, for the first time, the two came face to face. This was the first meeting between the new king, Souma, and his betrothed, Liscia.

Liscia would later describe her first impression of him as a young man with tired eyes.

In stories where a hero is summoned to another world, the hero sometimes gains powers as a result of being summoned. It seemed the people in this world all had some ability to use magic, and so where was the harm in hoping I might have gained the ability to use magic, too? Technically, I had been summoned here as a hero.

So, right after I had had the throne ceded to me, some priestly-looking guys carried out an inspection of my abilities.

Apparently there were various types of magic that people could use, and they had devices that could test it. This one looked kind of like a stone slate. When a person touched the slate, that persons magic type and abilities were displayed in that persons head. Not even the people of this world understood the principles behind how it worked, but it seemed there were a fair number of these sorts of out-of-place artifacts in this world.

So, I got my diagnosis, and here was the power Id gained:

[The Power to Transfer Consciousness Into an Object and Manipulate It]

It was an ability that let me transfer my consciousness into objects I touched, and I could manipulate up to three of them simultaneously.

It sounded more like a psychic power than magic, but the lighter the object, the more freely I could control it. I could get an overhead view of whatever I was controlling, as well. What was more, in addition to my own consciousness, I could have that object move under an independent consciousness, as well. Using an object as a medium like this, I could think about multiple things at the same time.

While there was the limitation that I could only move around things close to me, being able to make things move around at will was neat. Like I was triggering a poltergeist effect.

So, that was why I named my ability [Living Poltergeists]. Sounds like I have a case of middle school syndrome, maybe?

Having gained my [Living Poltergeists], one thing immediately came to mind:

This is going to be so useful for doing paperwork!

...Yeah. Copying my consciousness into three pens, I could review multiple documents simultaneously with parallel thinking, and by manipulating those three pens, I could sign off on them. Man, ever since I learned I had this ability, Ive gotten so much more work done. Actually, without that ability, the giant mountain of paperwork that had piled up in the confusion since I had been given the throne would probably have buried me in an avalanche by now.

...Yeah. I know what you want to say. I get an ability, and it turns out to be mostly good for handling deskwork more smoothly?

While I was getting good use out of it, whenever I thought about it as a heros power, I could only think, How did things turn out like this? I mean, even if I hadnt gotten super powerful magic that would let me take on hordes of enemies at the same time, Id have liked some defensive magic that would at least let me protect myself.

...Well, wishing for things I couldnt have wasnt going to get me anywhere. And it was, as a matter of fact, a useful power to me.

Today, as usual, I was fighting the mountain of paperwork with my [Living Poltergeists]. While I was doing so, someone entered the room with a thunderous noise that sounded like theyd tried to kick down a perfectly good door. When I peeked through a gap in the paper mountain, I saw it was a young woman in a military uniform.

With her regular features, skin so pale as to be translucent, and silky platinum blonde hair, she was so gorgeous that at any other time I would have been captivated by her beauty. However, having pulled three consecutive all-nighters, I saw not a beautiful girl but just a new source of labor.

After calling her over and practically forcing her to sit next to me, I pushed two stacks of paper in her direction. Please compare these two sets of documents and look for places where the values, or the number of items, dont agree and mark them.

Huh? What? What kind of work is this?

What, you ask? Digging for buried treasure. Thats what. I explained to the perplexed girl in uniform. For unaccounted-for expenditures, to be precise. One pile is requests for budgetary appropriations, the other is income and expenditures reports. Even if the amount requested and the amount spent match, if the number of items differs, that can be indicative of either wasteful investment undertaken to fully use up their budget, or embezzlement disguised as investment. Well check those, and if any laws have been broken, well make each of the responsible parties pay to make up the loss. If we uncover personal embezzlement, we will mandate repayment, and in the event they cannot pay, we will arrest the offender and seize their assets.

U-Understood.

Perhaps she had been intimidated by the threatening air of a man who had gone without sleep, because the girl nodded along as I talked.

Good.

Perhaps around two hours passed with her working quietly next to me.

At last, the girl in military uniform spoke to me, her hands never ceasing their work of checking documents as she did. ...Hey.

What? If youre tired, you can take a break whenever.

No, thats not it... I havent introduced myself yet. I am Liscia Elfrieden. The daughter of the former king, Albert Elfrieden.

I stopped moving my pen. ...Youre the princess, huh?

I dont look like one?

You were in uniform, so I didnt notice. But... Yeah, maybe you do look princess-y.

At this point, she finally made me take note of how attractive she was.

Im... Souma Kazuya. Technically, Im the new king.

Liscia turned to face me. She was pretty close, and we looked into one anothers eyes. Unlike me, who was just taken aback, her golden eyes seemed like they were trying to evaluate me. After we looked into one anothers eyes for some time, Liscia slowly opened her mouth.

Im not a princess anymore. Because you usurped the throne, my current position is a little unclear.

Usurped...? Your father pushed the throne and all his duties off on me, Ill have you know. Honestly, why do I have to go through all this pain and hassle?

...Seriously, what happened? I know youre the summoned hero, but how did that suddenly turn into you taking the throne?

You tell me. I just did what I felt I needed to in order to protect myself...

I explained what had happened around the time of the summoning ceremony to Liscia.

When I had been summoned to this world, Id been on the verge of being handed over to the Empire. The king hadnt seemed enthusiastic about the idea, but, seeing as he had no other plan, if the Empire had put pressure on him to do it, he probably wouldnt have had any other choice. There had been no telling what might happen to me if I was turned over to the Empire, so I had asked the king to choose the do not hand over the hero option.

My proposal to the king and prime minister was that they pay the war subsidies to buy time, and with that time, push forward with policies that would build a strong and prosperous country. If they were saying hand over the hero in place of war subsidies, all we had to do was pay the subsidies. If we did that, they would lose any justification for interfering in our affairs. It was not an actual threat, no matter what it seemed like. To keep up appearances, the Empire would not insist on it any further. That was my reasoning. We would use the time bought this way to pursue country-strengthening policies which would let us stand on equal terms with the Empire.

The two of them had had objections, of course. They had said this country had no means to pay the war subsidies. But, after inspecting the materials they brought me, I was able to show that if we sold off some state-owned facilities, enacted caps on government spending, and the king turned over some of his personal assets, it would be possible to pay.

I had gotten into the universitys School of Socioeconomic Studies (with the subject I had selected for the socio- part of the entrance exam being World History, by the way), and my dream for the future had been to become a local government employee. This was all within my field of expertise.

Hearing this plan, the king had taken on a ponderous expression, but the prime minister, Marx, had been enthusiastic. He must have ultimately decided that, rather than turn over the hero to preserve the status quo, enacting economic reforms was more likely to leave the country with a future. The king became more enthusiastic as we went on.

As the guy who suggested it, I knew Id probably be expected to put in a lot of the work on those reforms, but only as a single bureaucrat in the finance ministry... that was what I had thought.

And then he pushed the throne off on me.

Um, well... Sorry.

Its nothing you need to apologize for. If anything, youre a victim in all this, suddenly finding yourself engaged to me.

Well, yeah... Wait, huh? Which of us is higher-ranked now? Do I need to be super polite and formal? She looked unsure of whether she should speak to me as a commoner would to a king, or as a princess who was candidate to be queen.

...We can keep it casual, I guess? I said.

...Sure.

Also, dont worry about the betrothal thing. Im just holding onto the throne for now. Ill probably quit this whole king gig in a few years, anyway.

Huh? Why?!

Because I only ever planned to work hard enough to earn the subsidies for the Empire so that I wouldnt be turned over. Now that Ive been handed the throne, Ill do enough to get this country on the right track, but after that, Ill leave it to the people of this country to handle the rest. Of course, we can tear up the engagement then.

I gave Liscia a reassuring smile.

Ill probably quit this whole king gig in a few years anyway. My eyes went wide when I heard Souma say that.

He makes it sound so simple. Does he even realize how difficult that would be?

Even someone like myself, who had focused so much on military matters that my political knowledge was a bit weak, could see the situation our country was in. I believe the word was checkmate. Food shortages, economic malaise, the influx of refugees caused by the invasion of demons, plus pressure from the Gran Chaos Empire. We had nothing but uncertainty bearing down on us.

For that reason, I could somewhat understand my fathers decision to immediately abdicate the throne to someone he sensed was more capable. But still. Considering all that, was it even possible to get this country back on track? Even supposing he somehow could, would the people allow a king who had accomplished such a great feat to retire so easily?

...So, do you think you can secure the funds for the war subsidies?

Hm? Yeah. Ive already secured the funds to send to the Empire.

...Huh?

Right now, Im trying to squeeze out the funds for my reforms. Theyll cost even more than the war subsidies, after all.

Wait... Wait, wait, wait, wait! Hes already secured the funds? The amount the Empire requested was so massive that it was equivalent to the national budget, from what I heard!

Where did we have that kind of money...?

I sold off, like, a third of the treasure vault.

The treasure vault... Our national treasures?! Dont tell me you sold off our national treasures! You didnt, did you?! I closed in on Souma, who looked very blas about the whole thing. The national treasures belong to the whole country! Just arbitrarily selling them off is a betrayal of our people!

Now, now, just calm down. If you say theyre the property of the people, Id say selling them for the benefit of the people is all good.

Even so, there must have been objects with historical and cultural value...

Ohh, if thats your concern, I had those set aside. All I sold were jewels and ornamental objects that had material value.

Souma looked through the paperwork for the treasure vault inventory. Treasures were divided into three categories: Category A (items with historical or cultural value), Category B (items without historical or cultural value but with monetary value), and Category C (everything else). We only sold items from Category B. Rather than sell the stuff in Category A, if we put it on rotating display in a museum, its likely to serve as a more permanent source of income.

Well, maybe... What about Category C?

Magic tools, grimoires, and the like. Honestly, Im not sure how best to handle them. You could say theyre like weapons, in a way. We cant sell them off or put them on display without the proper precautions. That full set of Hero Equipment looked like it might fetch a nice price, though... Mind if I sell that?

Please, dont...

Technically, youre supposed to be the hero... Ah, wait, youre the king now, arent you?

But, if we have all this money, shouldnt it go to the military? In officers school I learned Spend always on defense, never on tribute.

Let me answer that pithy saying with another one. Time is money. Which is to say, by offering the war subsidies as a sacrifice, we can gain the one resource our country most needs right now: time.

...Why do you have to talk in such a roundabout way?

Dont worry about it. Anyway, even if we were able to strengthen our forces, it would all be for naught if we cant also get domestic issues under control. Until the food and refugee issues are resolved, were only going to continue losing the support of the people. Once that happens, well be left with a fragile state thats easily thrown into riots with a little agitation by foreign actors.

No... The people love this country, too. They wouldnt riot...

Youre being idealistic there. Only once one is clothed and fed does one learn manners. In the end, you cant have morals or patriotism on an empty stomach. If youre too busy looking after yourself, you cant afford to look after others.

Soumas eyes were cold as he said this. It was a harsh and realistic view. That alone made me feel he was on the mark. From the look of him, you would expect him to be a weak man, yet somehow...

...he looked so reliable.

After spending another day, I was finally able to secure a certain amount of funds. While I wasnt exactly flush with cash, I would have the money I needed for my reforms for the time being. I managed to extract all of this money from just my direct holdings, without having to touch the Three Dukedoms, so Id have liked some praise for that, at least.

Looking around the room... It was a disaster. Bureaucrats were passed out on their desks, others were leaning back asleep in their chairs, their faces looking skywards. On the sofa, Liscia had lain down and was snoring softly.

I moved over to her quietly, sat on the sofas armrest, and watched Liscia sleep. In the end, this girl had stayed up until close to dawn helping me with my work. Even though she must have wanted to say a thing or two to say about being forced into an engagement with me...

I patted her sleeping head. Her silky hair slid smoothly between my fingers. The excitement from being set free after such a long job must have been affecting me. Normally, Id have been too embarrassed to do this sober, but just sitting here like this made me happy.

Mrm...

Liscia groaned, so I pulled my hand out of her hair. The next moment, Liscia opened her eyes and sprung up. Maybe she was still a little groggy, since she was looking around all over.

With a wry grin, I bid her good morning. Good morning, Liscia.

M-Morning... Huh? Did I fall asleep...?

Weve hit a good stopping point now. Do you want to go back to sleep?

Oh, no. Im fine. What about you, Souma? You havent slept, have you?

It looked like she was fully awake. I was happy to see her showing concern for me, too. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Lifting myself from the armrest, I stretched my arms wide.

I plan to have a good long rest after this, but... could you come with me for a bit first?

Hm? Where to?

For a before-bed walk, I said.

In the light of near-dawn, Liscia and I bounced along on horseback.

While breathing in the morning mist, Liscias horse sped along with a clip-clop, clip-clop, not bothered in the least by the weight of two people. Liscia sat in the front holding the reins, while I was behind her with my arms around her slim waist, holding on for dear life.

Hey, dont squeeze my belly so hard, she objected.

No way. This is pretty scary.

Pitiful. Normally shouldnt you, as the man, be the one holding the reins?

Well, its not like I had a choice. Since Ive never ridden on a horse before.

In modern Japan, there was rarely any chance to ride horses.

At best, Id ridden on a pony at the petting zoo as a child while someone else led it on a leash.

In this country, pretty much everyone from peasant farmers to the nobility can ride, you know? she told me.

In my world, there were many more convenient vehicles.

Your world... Tell me about it, Souma.

Hm?

Did you... leave behind any family, a lover maybe, in the other world? Liscia asked me hesitantly. Was she trying to be considerate of my feelings?

No, nobody. My last relative, my grandpa, just passed away the other day... yeah.

...Im sorry.

Its nothing to apologize about. Grandpa had had a full life. Thats why, well... Nobodys waiting for my return, so I guess I dont feel the need to go back in any hurry.

Oh... You dont. Liscia seemed somewhat relieved.

As we talked, the horse kept clip-clopping along. It was around six in the morning, maybe. The time when people finally start to stir. As we passed through the shopping street, no shops were open yet and there was almost no one out. Passing through the castle town, we reached the wall that went around the capital. We came up to a massive gate, the likes of which I had only seen in foreign fantasy films, and after speaking to the guards there, we went outside through a small door beside it.

Liscia did all the talking here. If the newly-ascended king had told them he wanted to go outside the city without any bodyguards, I doubt theyd have allowed it. So, Liscia, who held an officers rank, told them, I have been dispatched outside by order of the king, and played it off as part of her duties.

Once we safely passed through the gate, Liscia added, Since I said it was a royal order, theres going to be a record of it. Who knows what Marx is going to say to us later...

I ignored her complaints.

After a short trip through the city streets, we finally reached our destination. ...Stop here, I said.

As she stopped the horse, Liscia looked at me questioningly. This is where you wanted to come? All I see are farmers fields.

Indeed, there was nothing but verdant fields of green leaves here. Green fields, wet with the morning dew, as far as the eye could see. This was the place... No doubt about that.

This is the place I wanted to show you, Liscia.

These fields? I suppose theyre pretty when theyre wet with the morning dew like this...

Pretty... huh. Even though its because of this that people are starving to death.

Wha? Liscias eyes widened in surprise.

I sighed. Take a close look. These inedible fields are the root of this countrys food crisis.

Inedible fields... That was what Souma had called the fields spread out before me, looking at them bitterly. Souma had said hed wanted to show me these fields, but I still didnt understand why.

...What do you mean?

Exactly what I said. All of the fields you see here are cotton fields.

Cotton fields... Ah! Thats what you meant by inedible!

Cotton flowers were grown to produce cotton thread. Sure enough, these fields didnt grow anything you could eat.

Souma sat down there, resting his elbows on his thighs. Jumping straight to my conclusion, its the excessive increase in the number of these cotton fields that has caused this countrys food shortages.

...Come again?

Did he just sort of off-handedly say something incredible now? The cause of our food shortages?

While I was sorting through the paperwork, I noticed it. With the expansion of the Demon Lords Domain, the demand for clothing and other daily necessities has skyrocketed. Of course, the demand for the raw materials has shot up, too. With the selling price of cotton flowers rising, and being able to sell as much as you can produce, the farmers have entirely stopped growing the food crops they had produced up until that point. Crops grown to sell to others instead of to eat are called cash crops. Which is to say: our farmers have turned to growing only cash crops, which has led to a lowering of this countrys food self-sufficiency rate.

I was speechless. The cause of this countrys food shortages...

I had always just assumed it was bad weather, or that our country had just had poor soil to begin with. Here was a concrete reason, and yet I, who had lived in this country for more than ten years, hadnt seen it. Meanwhile Souma, who had been summoned here only a few days prior, had managed to.

If I were to go a bit further, I could say its the cause of this countrys poor economy, as well. When the food self-sufficiency rate drops, you have to import from other countries to avoid starving. However, imported food involves transportation costs as well, so the price of food rises. That puts pressure on household budgets, but you can only cut food costs so far. If you dont eat, youll starve, after all. Of course, if youre going to trim the fat somewhere, its going to be in nonessential and luxury goods. This change in spending practices is causing a downward spiral in the economy.

What had I been looking at? Had I just been a private citizen, it would have been fine to just laugh scornfully at my lack of insight. However, I was a princess.

The ignorance of those at the top kills those at the bottom.

Im... a failure as a royal. I lost all strength, falling to my knees there. In all my life, I had never so keenly felt a sense of powerlessness as I did now.

Seeing me like that, Souma let out an Uh, and an Um, scratching his head, before resting his hand on my head.

Dont let it get you so down. Weve secured the funding well need. Its not too late for agricultural reforms.

...What are you planning to do?

Place limits on the growth of cash crops, bring back the growing of food crops, and improve our self-sufficiency rate. The country will pay subsidies to help support that transition. First well replant the fields with beans, which have a wide range of uses, and potatoes, which are resistant against famine, and over time Id like to increase the number of paddy fields. After that...

Souma spoke eloquently of his plans for agricultural reform. He used a lot of words like paddy fields that were unfamiliar to me, but as I looked at his face in profile, he seemed so radiant.

I felt I could understand why my father had abdicated the throne to him. He was what this country needed most right now. We had to do whatever it took to keep him tied down here. Our betrothal had probably been meant as another chain with which to bind him.

I guess I cant afford to be upset about the engagement being decided without my input.

Souma had said that once he got the country on track, he would return the throne, but we couldnt let him do that. It would be a loss to the country to have a man of such rare talent leave. It needed to be prevented at all costs.

He says he has no family in his old world. If I were to become his family here, could I keep him in this country? I wondered. As his fiance, if I can just make the marriage a fait accompli... Wait, the best way to make it a fait accompli... would basically be... doing that with him...

The thoughts that came to my mind left my face flushed red.

So, in the mountains well... Hey, Liscia, you listening?

Eek! Wh-Why, yes, Im listening.

Hm? Your face is all red, you know.

Its just the sunrise! Think nothing of it!

My cheeks were on fire. I was ready to just die of embarrassment.

From there on, I dont think I heard a single word of Soumas explanations.

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