Two months had already passed since Mikoshiba Ryoma began ruling northern Roselia.
　He had gotten used to the paperwork, which had been awkward at first, and had gained a lot of confidence and experience as a ruler, when one afternoon.
　One afternoon, a man appeared to Ryojin.
　The man had come from Piraeus, the capital of the world, and had been driving his horse tirelessly, and despite the fact that his body smelled like sweat, when Ryoma heard of his arrival, he invited him into his office.　
　I'm not sure if I'm in my mid-forties or not.
　His face is extremely plain.
　He is a man of medium height and medium build, with no distinctive features that could be found anywhere.
　In fact, he wouldn't catch anyone's eye if you passed him on the street.
　However, he is the best choice for this kind of secret messenger that cannot be exposed to the public.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a good deal more information on this topic.
''I was wondering when you would come........but it's later than I expected.......''
　How much he had been pushing back. Eventually, those words slipped from Ryoma's lips.
　There was no need to check the contents of the letter, which was tightly sealed with black colored wax, now.
　As a matter of fact, the letter has no meaning.
　But apparently the man ordered by the messenger did not understand the meaning of Ryoma's words.
'Too late?　Is it?
　Ryoma glanced at the man's question.
　It's that kind of gaze that seems to see through everything about the man.
　In fact, Ryoma was valuing the value of the man he was in awe of in front of him.
　Is he just a messenger or is he more than that?
(Well, the fact that he was entrusted with this guy means that the Count trusts him.............
　The man certainly appears to be honest and loyal.
　In fact, there is no doubt that this man is a trusted vassal to the Earl of Bergston, since he brought a letter with such critical information.
　However, on the other hand, it seems that his mind is by no means working well.
　It's not to say that he's stupid, but he's not someone who can read the atmosphere of the place.
　I'm not going to say that they are stupid, but they don't seem to be able to read the atmosphere.
　It's a question that could be said to be rash for a person living in the underworld.
(No....the opposite...)
　Such words came to Ryojin's mind.
　He has a face that could be described as sincere or foolish.
　However, if you look closely, you can see something in the eyes of a man with such an ordinary face, like a cunning beast coveting its prey with its breath held in check.
(Caution........)
　Even though we have taken possession of the northern part of Roselia, it's still hard to say that our governance is stable.
　Thinking about the future, it's better to eliminate any uncertainties.
''I have indeed received your letter. Please give my regards to the Earl of Bergston.''
　After saying that, Ryoma got up from his chair and laughed at the man in a labored manner.

"I've heard from Mr. Sudo but that man is still different... I've heard it said that all Japanese are descendants of ninja or something like that, but maybe it's not a lie.
　Carl, real name Carl Ackermann, who left his office, muttered softly as he looked back at the castle that rose behind him.
　He was summoned from a corner of Berlin, the capital of his home country Germany, more than a decade ago due to one of the small countries that once existed in this land world, and was picked up by the organization fortunately at the time his country was destroyed by the Oltmere Empire.
　Since then, Karl, who was not particularly skilled at roughing things up, has lived his life as a mere grass, using his ordinary appearance as a weapon.
　By the way, "grass" is another name for the ninja in the Warring States period of Japan, and refers to espionage activities.
　The scope of its activities is surprisingly wide and cannot be explained in a few words, but the closest thing to a simple understanding is that it is an operative who casually lives in enemy territory and gathers information, sometimes even sabotaging or assassinating.
　Nevertheless, Carl's job is not that dangerous.
　Indeed, the organization basically works with an emphasis on the Oltmere Empire and its surroundings.
　Of course, they are not building a cooperative relationship.
　To the contrary, the Oltmere Empire is a convenient tool for the organization.
　However, it is precisely because it is a tool that daily care of it becomes important.
　And the developments in the Roselia Kingdom will be important information for the Oltmere Empire, which is leveraging the Zaruda Kingdom's strategy.
　But to be honest, Karl's job is not to investigate such confidential information about the Roserian Kingdom.
　To the contrary, Karl's job is to gather information.
　It is the collection of miscellaneous information that can be obtained in the course of daily life, starting with the daily weather, the rise and fall of food prices and information on marriages between noblemen, which can hardly be called confidential.
　It's very important to know that the Earl of Bergston is not likely to receive any important information from the defeated Earl of Bergston, although he works for the Earl of Bergston.
　In fact, it can be said that Carl chose the Earl of Bergston as his employer because he was one step closer to the downfall of his house.
　He thought it would be easier for him to move around in many ways.
　But that was a long time ago now.
　Over the past few years, the environment surrounding Carl has become increasingly tense all at once.
　Of course, the cause of this is clear.
　It's the presence of a man named Mikoshiba Ryoma.
　It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to be able to get your hands on any of them.
　It was only the other day that Karl was ordered by the organization to investigate the northern part of the area that became Baron Mikoshiba's territory.
(I thought the reason for burning down the territory of the ten northern families and dumping refugees on Ipyros was simply due to a decline in security and a food shortage, but this was an act of anticipation of what was to come...)
　Carl's mind flashed to a group of peasants led by soldiers clad in black armor on the roads leading from Ipiros to various locations.
　It wasn't until I actually visited Ipiros that I realized what this meant.
(I didn't think they'd collected them to create a household register and organize the rural areas.)
　Of course, as long as we're collecting taxes, there is a certain amount of family register that exists in the earth world.
　However, that is only a rough idea.
　It's not just the names of the villages and the number of men and women living in them, but also the names and genders of individuals.
　In contrast, what Mikoshiba Ryoma is trying to create is not at that level.
　A society in which every individual is assigned a number to manage.
　He seems to have in mind something similar to the "my number" system in modern Japan.
(The question is, how much does that man understand?)
　It's not that I'm not a big fan of the idea, but I'm a big fan of the fact that it's not a good idea to be able to make the country that Mikoshiba Ryoma envisions.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get a chance to see it, it's also a matter of time before you see it again.
　The world where even the telephone does not exist, let alone the Internet.
　The only means of communicating information is to use a bird like a carrier pigeon or to raise a wolfsbane.
　The information infrastructure is overwhelmingly poor.
　However, in fact, there is only one way to solve this problem in this earth world.

　Regardless of whether you take it away or negotiate to get it, Mikoshiba Ryoma will have some kind of contact with the guild at some point.
''Contact Sudo-san........right?''
　With a small murmur of that, Karl hurriedly ducked through the gates of Ipylos.
　However, he did not notice. The existence of a man who turned his stinging gaze from the shadows.