(Lancelot’s POV)
When we finally reached the chief’s house which is located at the edge of the town, the glaring of the townsfolk during our journey here is unbearable. Somehow even when we were standing at the front door of the wooden house that doesn’t look like the house of a town chief at all, Hans were trying to protect me from the dagger stares by standing behind me while both of us waited for the chief to response to the door knocking that I did a few moments ago.
A few moments later, a head peaked out from the door. Based on his attire and the wise aura he emitted, he was probably the chief of the town, a middle aged, short, chubby, and kind looking guy.
“Hello.” I bloomed a smile. Spiting others like what Lancelot usually does wasn’t my cup of tea, so I just acted according to what I like.
Though, instead of a heartfelt greeting back, he crouched down low to the ground while he pleaded for mercy.
“Please! Please give us more time. We will pay the tax soon we promise!”
Despite sounding frightful and pathetic, his words were enough to send a piercing pain inside my heart. For this older person to bow down to a scum like Lancelot, it’s infuriating to know about it.
“Stand up.” My orders sounded so absolute to him, he immediately shot back to his standing position before shrinking away in reluctancy. I pursed my lips for a brief second.
“There’s a limit for the lateness of your payment.” The town chief flinched and gradually trembled in fear. I must have looked like a total ass because Hans were glaring at me while trying to hide his anger.
Suddenly I turned around and walked through the entrance door. From the outside of the house, I raised my voice a few octaves, loud enough for the people inside the house to hear, but low enough for other people to not hear it. “I want see the crops. Show them to me.”
The chief looked dumbfounded, passing his gaze from me to Hans before he hastily followed me from behind and showed me around the cropland.
“O-Our town’s specialty is the wheat crops that we cultivate. It could withstand against magical pests and diseases.”
It’s a lie. As I plucked a grain I could see that they were not what I expected a healthy wheat would be. And besides, this fief is located in the Northeast of the kingdom so the air is probably more dry than humid. While the chief was muttering about something, I stared towards an empty stretch land not far from the cropland.
“What is that place?”
I pointed towards the empty land.
“Ah, that. That land previously got cursed by a witch. Because of that, crops won’t grow on it no matter what we do.”
“Hmm.”
I paced closer to the land. Looking around, I noticed that most of the land is empty like the one I’m stepping on, just like what the chief had stated about the curse. The earth surface is rocky and dry, making it hard for plants to grow up in this kind of soil. Despite that, the color is quite similar to the sandy soil I have back in my world.
“Chief, is this sand?” I knelt down and picked up some of the soils. The chief trotted near me and nodded.
“At first, we thought it was sand. But when we look back at it, it was just a soil that is similar to soil.”
I pondered while rubbing the soil in between my fingers. “Do you mean this feels like huge specks of ashes?”
“Yes! That’s what it feels like.” The chief then cast his eyes down to the ground. “The ground has no nutritional properties in them, so it was quite useless to plant anything on it.”
I heaved a sharp sigh. This seems problematic. It would probably be excusable if the amount of dead land is less than the amount of healthy soil, but with the majority of the land here is filled wth such ash sands, the town won’t flourish like this.
It’s time to use drastic measures.
“Unless...”
I stood up and turned to look at the chief. “We won’t plant on this soil, but we will plant crops on the soil ABOVE this soil.” The chief looked at me with confusion. Of course he would, I mean, what kind of bastard suddenly claimed something as ridiculous as planting crops on top of a soil that had topped a dead soil? But listen, earth also has different layers of soil so despite this sounding taxing and burdensome, it’s not a bad idea isn’t it?
“For the new soil, do the ration like this-”
“Wait!”
The chief blurted out after a few moments of keeping his silence. He still looked at me timidly but he seemed like he really wanted to ask me something.
“Are you helping us, by any chance?”
The two of us stared at each other quietly. Letting out a snigger, I replied in a confident manner, “Of course. I am the lord of this fief after all.”
In an instant, I saw his yes glinted, similar to what I saw in Hans’ eyes. It was like a glint of strength, like he was given a new spirit to work hard.
“Yes, you are...” He is still befuddled.
While waiting for him get back to his senses, I took this sheer chance to inspect far into the distance. Not far from where I stood, I saw several unknown figures here and there. It’s not possible for the town of Isaiya to have that many guard given their financial casualties, so that begs the wuestion. Are they just a mere passerby, perhaps? Or...
“And...”
I turned back to the chief. He still stood there blank but at least he did not oppose my idea. He’s a farmer so I bet he understands my instructions. After briefing him about the portions needed to make a soil that will be able to cover the dead soil successfully, I told to execute the plans immediately. I’m glad that I spent my time reading many books about agriculture in my past life, they have come in handy now.
We finally finished discussing after a couple of hours. It ended when my stomach suddenly rumbled.
I scrunched my lips and covered my stomach with both arms as I paced my gaze to both the chief and Hans. The two of them looked at me in surprise.
“Baron Lancelot, are you hungry?” The chief stood up from the chair of the dinner table where the three of us were having a discussion, looking like he’s about to prepare a meal for me.
“No- It’s alright. I can’t really burden you with this hunger of mine now, am I right?” I breathed a nervous laughter before pulling Hans’ to leave the house with me.
“Oh, right.” I halted, which caused Hans to almost collide with my back. Turning around, I was caught in an awkward position of being too close to Hans’ body that it managed to make my homosexual heart leap, yet I managed to parry that unnecessary feelings away and tilted my body so I could see the chief from behind Han’s body.
“Mr. Chief, for this month, I’ll reduce the tax to 2% only, so make sure to pay up by the end of the month, okay?”
The chief once again gazed at me with wide eyes. Though in utter surprise, he passively answered. “Oh, okay...”
I chuckled. I bet he would be surprised by it but it also helped me that he didn’t ask any further. Me and Hans climbed our own horses and as the horse turned away, I gave him my last words.
“Thank you for taking care of me for all this time. Goodbye!”
I smiled and the horse galloped away from the house back to the mansion. I hope all the other townsfolk would heed my advice, even just a small amount of it.
On our way back to the mansion, Hans suddenly galloped his horse closer to me.
“Master!” He yelled, rendering me to slow down Ildian.
“What’s wrong, Hans?”
Hans paused for a bit and casted his eyes to the dirt ground. “Why...” He shot his gaze back up. “Why are you helping them?”
I blinked my eyes, clearly confused by his question.
“Why?” I turned my horse to face him. “Am I not allowed to help my people?”
“It’s not that. It’s just... You look different now.”
I sniggered. After that, I turned back Ildian to the direction of the mansion and said, “A dying person WILL look different.”
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(Asher’s POV)“I see. Miragela poison, huh? You may leave.” I motioned to the maid who was the spy of the house and she left. Aran was writing something in his other small notebook where he usually kept his research notes.“I believe Miragela poison is incurable and the research to find its cure has been ongoing for years already, yet Baron Constance wants to find the cure in only a month? And without medicine at that? I’m starting to think of him as a suicide maniac.” I voiced my opinions to Aran and he nodded in agreement. “In my opinion also, finding cure for Miragela in a month is impossible. Even if there were a cure for it, it might take a long time to produce it as our researchers had tried almost all of the ingredients that the central continent have.”“Hmm. They might need to go to other continent to find ingredients for the cure. I kinda feel sorry for his fruitless attempt.”Aran chuckled.“Who knows? He is the one who discovers the half part of our rese
(Lancelot’s POV)The night ended and the day comes. Including today, it has been 10 days since I reincarnated into this world. That means I have about 20 days to live if I did nothing to cure the poison inside me. After sending the prince off, I spent more of my time riding my horse and exploring the fief. While I was exploring the farmland, I noticed that most of the dead lands were already buried with the new soil that I have advised the farmers to make. And for some reason, there are more people in the farmland than usual. Are they all of the townsfolk?...No way right?“Right, there is no way they would go all out just to heed this tyrant’s advice.”I nodded, trying to convince myself. When I reached the end of my fief, I realised that the figures that I saw on the first day of my reincarnation weren’t here. Did they perhaps regroup? They never mention anything about Lancelot being guarded by the royalty in the novel so I’m kinda anxious about them. B
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(Suna’s POV)I glanced at the person in front of me. When he first entered the room, I could see that he was slightly nervous and also unexpectedly surprised to see me. But it is strange, I’m pretty sure that this is the first time I see Baron Lancelot Ral Constance. After news about his family had passed away and him taking the lead, I became disinterested in him, especially after people said that he is a notorious bastard who used his family’s riches to do whatever he wanted. Though, things started to change about a few weeks ago, when we received announcement from the headquarters of the company to send any merchant who was nearby the town of Isaia, as the Baron of the fief wants to hold business with us. Things get interesting soon after, when the group that went there suddenly requested the opening of the dimensional gate for a few days to haul items that the Baron had sold straight to the HQ. What’s more, the Baron literally sold all the r
(Lancelot’s POV)As I brushed my light brown hair backwards, I stared at myself many times in the mirror. Now that I look closely, I really have reincarnated as Lancelot Ral Constance. A slightly 23 and slender stature, Caucasian skin, with amber eyes and light brown wavy short hair. He has such beautiful features yet not much readers remembered him as he died very early in the novel. I also felt guilty because I too never cared to remember him, especially because he was an evil person, who just does everything that Avery asked him to do. Speaking of Avery, today was the day where I finally was asked to accompany her to the royal ball in the palace to celebrate her engagement with the second prince, Louis Ilya Tristan. That night will also be the moment where I will die, either by the first prince’s hands, or by the poison. I have trained my swordsmanship skills enough already, so maybe the poison will kill me later than usual.“Master, are you ready?”Taylor knock
(Lancelot’s POV)While in the carriage, I was holding onto my sword—that I just bought a few days ago from the same trading company that we sold our items to—with one hand. As I rested myself on the cushion, I glanced outside the window. We were almost halfway to reach the Ronan estate. Somehow, the way to Isaiya is coincidentally the same way to Cecilia’s homeland. That was why Lancelot was able to harass her frequently before. But now that she had transferred to the capital and lived there, Lancelot won’t be able to harass her and she would be safe from him.Though... That is not the problem now...“....Why are you holding onto my hand?”I turned to look at Hans who was sitting on my side while tightly holding my other hand.“Ah! Sorry, do you feel uncomfortable?” He said that, but he still hold on to me. Having Hans holding my hand is nice, but any longer than this would cause me a nosebleed. His hands are obviously bigger than mine, proportional to his big stat