# Chapter 16
"… here?"
“Yes. The guards work three shifts.”
Guards are different from knights. The knights are from noble families and loyal to the empire, but the guards are professional soldiers.
They receive salaries and protect the capital's borders on orders.
In terms of numbers, the guards far outnumber the knights.
“But why would they move to Umfa when they have good wards now?”
. But I have an idea.
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“Paid vacations?”
In this world, there is no concept of paid vacation, so this is a tempting requirement.
“I think it's a good idea.”
When Felix agreed, Edmund seemed hesitant.
“Of course, we can't just do that. New jobs must be offered to the homeless in Umfa.”
“New jobs?”
She nodded and said: “Building wards or houses requires labor, doesn’t it?”
Edmund smiled, as if he realized my plan.
“Right. Okay.”
He reached out his big hand and ruffled my hair.
“New employee, you are rather helpful.”
Did you really get recognition this time?
“Let's go back now.”
"Yes!"
100 : “ ” .
I study harder when I see her proud of me.
“Come in.”
“Wait, Your Highness!”
I called him as he walked me to the temple and turned around. I expected him to ignore me, but he stopped and looked at me.
"What?"
"… What?"
As I expected, he would not agree. I slumped my shoulders in disappointment.
“Food! Food!”
I made a sudden thought.
“At the temple, if I miss dinner, I won’t get food.”
Sorry, priests! You feed me well, but I lie! But the ruler will know my desperate heart and forgive me.
"… Let's go."
"What?"
“Don't make me repeat.”
Edmund muttered irritably as he started walking.
“Are restaurants open now?”
“The bars are good too!”
“I don't have a passion for going to bars with kids.”
I may be a little skinny, but I'm an adult!
“I'm not young!”
“For my height, you are small.”
Edmund scoffed and stepped forward.
Well, compared to him, my height barely reaches his chest.
“That's because you're too tall!”
“Stop making noise. Is there enough bread?”
“Anything with you would be great!”
“You said confession is once a day.”
“That wasn't a confession!”
Edmund chose to remain silent, knowing that he could not compete with me in words, and I continued to chatter.
“Anyway, you were useful today, weren't you?”
“Stop making noise and eat.”
Edmund acted like he was just going to buy bread, but he took me to a fairly clean bar.
Of course, he bought me juice instead of wine, while he drank wine! Now that I think about it, I never tried alcohol because I died right after the entrance exam. How does it taste?
“Will people’s impressions change if Umfa is redeveloped?”
Edmund swirled his glass seriously. Why does he even talk about work at the bar?
“I think it will be difficult at first. But with the gradual renovation and decoration of the streets, it may become a tourist place. People will visit it to buy unique Nikita and Aryan products.”
Nikita is famous for her glass and woodwork, and Aryan for her embroidery.
Once the trade begins, the nobles will move first.
“Tourist place?”
“It's not impossible. If we redevelop the area to make it beautiful!”
Even in my previous world, an old village was transformed into a tourist place with a single mural.
“If we sell unique products and special food, it will work.”
“…Well, there are no other ideas, so I’ll give it a try.”
Edmund responded skeptically, but the wrinkles on his forehead seemed less severe.
“I think it will work!”
While I sipped on the mystery meat and juice Edmund had bought, he kept quietly twirling his strong glass, lost in thought about Project Ompha.
In this serious atmosphere, I was very curious about the wine he was drinking.
What does it taste like that people drink when they are sad or happy? I pretended to order juice and ordered wine.
“Wait, are you drinking now?”
When Edmund realized this, I had drunk three glasses of brandy, sweet but very strong.
“...What? How many drinks did you drink?”
Edmund frowned, but the world was spinning and I couldn't see his expression clearly.
“Toast your eyes!”
I remembered a line from a drama my mother was watching, so I said it.
Edmund suddenly laughed, covering his mouth.
“You're really interesting.”
His laughter, with one eye closed, sounded like it was from a youth drama, and I couldn’t help but be sincere: “Wow… Your Highness, you look so handsome when you laugh.”
“As if this is new.”
If only he had continued laughing instead of his usual frown. I pointed my finger at his forehead and said, “If you keep this straight, it will be better.”
“...I'll ignore you because you're drunk.”
“Yes, sir!”
I said and emptied the remaining cup.
“Wait, stop drinking!”
“Your Highness, from the outside, you are really handsome. Like the hero of a novel.”
Of course, he is the protagonist.
“Just the first part, just the first part.”
Edmund mumbled, but kept a half smile. Praise makes even whales dance.
“But you're really cool, and you do your job well!”
While I continued to praise him enthusiastically, Edmund rose, judging that I was not conscious.
“Flattery won't work, come on, get up.”
“Not flattery!”
He's doing well, Amir, tall, great body, and handsome even though he's annoying. If his personality was perfect, he would be an exaggerated personality.
But he's the protagonist, he should have been overrated.
“Unfortunately, his character is bad.”