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Volume 4 Chapter 9 Merchants of the Imperial Capital

A luxury hotel's lounge.

The hotel arranged by my merchant Thomas was a historic building renovated to modern standards.

It was a waste of money, but this was how evil lords were supposed to use their funds.

Crossing my legs as I sat down on the couch, I looked at the two people Thomas had mediated a meeting for me with.

Dressed in a suit while having his blonde hair set in a seven-three ratio, was the young head of the Clave Company– their president Elliot.

His appearance was that of one in their early twenties, and he actually seemed to be that age.

He sent a smile my way,

"I'd like to thank you for meeting with us today."

Sitting next to him was an executive of the Newlands Company– Patrice.

She had crimson hair and emerald green eyes.

Her suit that emphasised her chest seemed to match it… was she aiming for a certain colour scheme?

"It brings me great joy to finally meet with the famous Count– no, I'm very pleased to meet the future Duke, Lord Liam."

She was a beautiful lady with an alluring voice, but I didn't like girls like her.

–she reminded me of my former wife.

I didn't like flashy women.

Turning towards Thomas, he seems to have curled himself up, trying to have as little presence as possible.

"Lord Liam, there's some things we want to talk to you about today. This concerns us becoming your exclusive purveyors."

The biggest vendors in the imperial capital have approached me to become my merchants.

Because the scale the operated on was far larger than Thomas' firm, they had the potential to be quite useful in many ways.

"My exclusive purveyors?"

"Yes, please allow us to serve you, Lord Liam. The Clave company is an imperial merchant group with deep ties to tradition and history. I'm sure that we could be of value to you."

When Elliot said so with a smile, Patrice– who was sitting next to him, also tried to appeal to me.

"While it is true that the Clave company is the best in the imperial capital, our Newlands Company does business across the entire Empire. Our company is widely supported by innumerable n.o.bles, whose connections will surely be useful to you, Lord Liam."

I love people who shamelessly sell flattery to me.

However– their offers seemed too good to be true.

And I'd never trust anyone who said they were willing to help me only out of the goodness of their own hearts.

"Thomas is my exclusive merchant, do you understand what the implications of your proposals are?"

Thomas made a fl.u.s.tered expression.

He really should try acting more dignified sometimes.

Elliot made another gesture to persuade me.

"Of course I understand. Make no mistake, I have no wish to expel the Henfrey Company from their position, but I'd appreciate it if you used our Clave Company in addition to them."

Patrice did the same.

They both smiled while trying to sell me dreams of what the future could be like.

If I joined hands with them, they would do various things for my sake– it was just too convenient.

"…and so? What are you aiming for, approaching me like this?"

At my query, Elliot and Patrice's smiles didn't seem fazed at all.

"What are we aiming for? I'm a merchant too, my lord. Of course my aim here is the monetary profit that I predict you'll bring me."

"The Newlands Company holds the momentum your quickly rising Banfield house has in high-regard, and doesn't wish to miss out on this opportunity to build a connection with you."

I quietly observed the grins plastered on their faces.

They gave off the same feeling as my ex-wife.

I still haven't forgotten the face of the woman who made a fool of me.

"Wipe those d.a.m.n smiles off your faces already."

When I said that, all expression seemed to vanish from Elliot's face.

"…I've heard rumours that you were a virtuous lord full of affection, but I guess there are some things you just can't understand without meeting the person in question face-to-face."

Patrice was still smiling, but it seemed to have a different 'depth' to it.

It looked like one full of expectations, but also one of impatience.

"Is this what your true nature is like? I can't say I hate it though."

"I see… so? What do you want from me?"

When the atmosphere behind the two changed, Thomas quickly went on to explain,

"Lord Liam, both of them are seeking the strength of your Banfield house."

"That's somewhat reasonable, but I don't understand why such powerful merchants would need to rely on me."

Many merchants have expressed their desire to borrow the Banfield house's power.

However, they must have other n.o.bles in their pockets they can rely on.

They wouldn't be big merchants otherwise.

For the powerful imperial merchant group of the Clave Company, there should be no reason for them to reach out to my house at all.

Elliot covered his mouth with his hand.

"I've only succeeded as the head of my group a few years ago, and I've been clashing with the other executives ever since."

Considering the situation, it looks like the Clave Company was too close to n.o.ble politics.

"There are a lot of people who seek to take advantage of my youth and manipulate me. To be honest, after investigating my father's death, it turns out he was a.s.sa.s.sinated."

It looks like the big trading companies had their own fair share of problems to deal with.

"Why haven't you reported this to the Empire?"

"Because the Empire needs the Clave company, not myself as an individual. It was actually the government itself who hired the people that killed my father."

Just like the other executives, it looks like he was looking for an aristocrat to become his backer.

I turned to Patrice, and when she explained her circ.u.mstances– she revealed her ambitions.

"Unlike Elliot, who wants someone to defend himself, I want the Newlands Company for my own."

Although Elliot didn't seem interested, she had piqued my interest.

"Continue."

"The Newlands Company has many executives, including myself. Although we generally work together, things are different now that the ownership is changing. Everyone is wondering, 'who will be the next head?'"

Patrice took a pose that emphasised her chest, to try to appeal to me.

"Lord Liam, will you lend me your power to help me become the Newlands Company's next president? Of course, I'll make sure to reward you appropriately."

Thomas looked away from the two.

"Lord Liam, with these two's support, the Banfield house will be able to reach even greater heights, but they also come with various problems."

"Right…"

These powerful merchants sought me out because they want my strength for their internal struggles.

Now isn't that easy to understand?

In other words, they held the power of violence I could wield in high regard.

I called out towards them,

"…because you've piqued my interest, I've decided I'll lend you my support."

The expressions on Elliot and Patrice's faces were serious.

"You do understand what this means, right?"

Elliot warned me, but for these two to seek me out means that they're considerably evil, no?

They should've already heard from Thomas of all the villainous things I've done so far.

"Don't worry about it, but let me say this– as long as you two make sure I profit from this, I'll support you in turn. Don't you think that a mutually beneficial relationship would be the best for all of us?"

Loyalty? Grat.i.tude? Honour?

I don't believe in such things.

But as long as they can profit from this situation, I know they won't betray me.

Simple, isn't it?

Patrice placed a finger on her lips.

"…you're different from what I imagined, Lord Liam. Of course, in a good sense, but I thought you would've been a person who valued honour over profits."

Honour? What's honour to an evil lord? Ahh, was she referring to the sense of honour that might appear in some television drama?

I never valued such a thing before, and I don't value it now.

"Are you afraid that your profits may be thrown away in favour of morals? What great merchants you are, don't you think so as well, Thomas?"

When I turned the conversation to him, Thomas made a troubled expression.

"W-what do you want me to say?"

"…well, as long as they can bring me profits, I'll support them. Now, isn't that quite simple and easy for a contract?"

Elliot began to smile, but it wasn't that fake smile of a good and serious youth he showed me at first.

"I completely understand. Rather than the invisible ties of morals and honour, the material bindings of a contract are far more trustworthy."

Patrice's cheeks flushed red in excitement.

"I'll bring you the contract immediately. Lord Liam… I'd like for you to sign the contract together with me, personally."

Much better.

Rather than the polished expressions they first showed, I prefer them far more as they are now.

◇ ◇ ◇

After having signed their contracts with Liam, Elliot and Patrice were now alone in the elevator.

It's walls were made of gla.s.s, making the beautiful night view of the imperial capital visible.

Elliot loosened his tie and called out to Patrice.

"…he was easier of a person to talk to than I thought."

Patrice crossed her arms, refusing to show her back to him.

"Don't act so over familiarly with me. This doesn't change the fact that we're still enemies."

"Oh? I would've thought it'd be far more beneficial for us to cooperate with each other."

"…it's meaningless to join hands with the head of a group that has no power."

"You're telling me…"

There were various reasons why they approached Liam, but for Elliot, it was because many of his company's executives had close ties with the Berkley family.

As long as you paid the Pirate n.o.bles, they'd support you, that's just how society was.

But if the pirates gained any more power, they'd start interfering with business.

Elliot hated this idea and decided to support Liam, who was openly fighting with the Berkley family from the front.

At first he was worried when he heard about how serious he was, but that's exactly why Liam's true nature was so interesting.

"But I thought you were in the same situation as me. Aren't many of your company's executives close to the Berkley family as well?"

"There's no point in following in their footsteps. If they're going to bet on the Berkley family, then I'm going to put my chips on the Banfield house instead."

Patrice wanted to use Liam to gain power within her company.

Originally, she was going to skillfully manipulate him with her language skills, but she was completely caught off guard.

"Still, things sure have taken an interesting turn. I'm glad that he's not just another goody-two-shoes."

The majority of aristocrats prioritised their personal profits, but Liam didn't trust such one-sided relationships.

"…we've gone too far now, the Count needs to win this war."

When Elliot said so, Patrice agreed.

"He has to, because If he doesn't, we're screwed."

◇ ◇ ◇

While Liam was in the middle of training, problems had clearly arose with his designation of supplies.

They mostly came from those his policies affected– the corrupt soldiers.

"d.a.m.n it! That Banfield brat is getting full of himself!"

In addition to the n.o.bles who had lazily wasted their time in the patrol fleets, the soldiers who had been living indulgent lives in the regular fleets until now were enraged.

"Seriously, the amount of alcohol we've been receiving has decreased."

"What the h.e.l.l does he mean by he can't waste funds on premium liquor on us?! We're n.o.bles d.a.m.n it!"

"On top of that, he's messed with our fleets! After giving some random reason, he reduced the number of vessels I was in charge of!"

Everything that was wrong with their lives was the fault of the Banfield house's Liam.

Their opinions were in sync.

And the guide was silently watching over all of it.

Sitting down in a chair, he started applauding while swinging his legs.

"It looks like he's smoothly creating more enemies for himself. Now, let's put these guys to work."

After snapping his fingers, black smoke began to emanate from the guide's body.

The dark smog quickly filled up the room, but the n.o.bles didn't seem to care.

That's when one of them spoke out,

"I've heard rumours that the Berkley family is going to settle things with the Banfield house soon."

The gathered soldiers suddenly became interested in that story.

"Really?"

"It looks like they're recruiting soldiers, so how about this? –As an imperial n.o.bleman, won't you join me in helping the Berkley family restore the military to how it's supposed to be? They said they'd provide us with a mountain of rewards."

The military men broke out into grins.

The guide was preparing human resources to join the Berkley family's army, further increasing Liam's enemies.

"This still isn't enough. I need to make all the contingency plans possible to ensure Liam's defeat."

He needed to make sure he wasn't negligent.

Or else he'd never be able to kill Liam.

Standing up, the guide fixed the position of his hat, and left the room.

However, a faint light in the shape of a dog was watching everything from the room's corner, and silently followed after him.

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Volume 4 Chapter 10 Liam's Fleet

The days spent at my training a.s.signment continued.

I let the AIs process most of my work, then double-checked the results before noon.

After that came lunch, which was then followed by a short break to relax.

In the afternoon, I finished my remaining work and prepared to leave on schedule so I could enjoy the rest of my day.

When soldiers came in to complain, I used my social standing as a shield, and sent bribes– no, seasonal greetings to their commanders in the regular fleets to get the results I wanted.

Tia told me, "If you send a large amount of replenishment supplies to the front lines, everyone will surely understand your greatness, Lord Liam."

It was a truly delicious story, knowing I could easily sell favours using my people's tax money.

I didn't think it'd be good for my image if I only used their money though, so I made sure to use my personal funds a bit too.

Selling these favours to the commanders of the regular fleets will surely bring great returns someday.

If I wanted to build up a debt the Empire would owe me, wouldn't it be better to start while I'm still in training?

In anycase, that's how I leisurely spent those days of mine.

When suddenly, I was invited to lunch by Kurt.

He's been training as an official after graduating from the university, and it looks like he's been having a tough time.

Unlike myself, he was a rather serious person, so he didn't really have many free days for us to meet up like this.

And that Kurt was currently talking to me about–

"My aide?"

It's been a while since we last saw each other, but the suit wearing Kurt seems to have grown up a bit.

At first glance, he might look like a pretty boy– a respectable youth, but on the inside he was actually a serious villain.

"Yes, it's a hot topic even on my side. There are many famous soldiers out their who want to become your adjutant, Liam. So many in fact, that the military is having trouble deciding who to a.s.sign to you."

Apparently there was a mult.i.tude of soldier's who wanted to become a future Duke's aide.

"Anyone is fine, as long as they're a beautiful woman."

At that comment, Kurt laughed while saying, "You're the same as usual, I see."

Chowing down on a steak, Wallace sent Kurt a gaze,

"Putting Liam aside, as the heir of a Baron house, it looks like you're quite popular with the girls yourself. There seem to be a lot of them applying to become your secretaries or subordinates."

Now where'd he hear that? Wallace was apparently familiar with Kurt's circ.u.mstances.

"Is that so?"

Hearing that, Kurt seemed to be embarra.s.sed,

"Well, even if you say there's a lot, I'm not the only one being aimed for. There are a plethora of people aiming to raise their status by becoming the secretaries or adjutants of heirs."

Wallace was jealous,

"There are numerous cases where the secretary of military officers or government officials were headhunted after their initial a.s.signment to work for their superiors. If someone is able to slide into one of those positions, they've practically made it."

But no one seemed interested in working for a prince.

The idea of getting involved in the succession war between their family was nothing to laugh about.

As always, they were in a delicate position.

"For my aide– I hope I get an ethereal beauty."

Wallace burst into laughter,

"Don't worry, appearances are a required selection criteria for the adjutant and secretary positions. Though rumours say it's all just a manner of preferences, I wonder who they'll choose for you, Liam?"

In the end, I'll be the one to choose from the list of candidates that remain, but the selection process that sifts them out until that point is quite strict.

I've heard that they do multiple things like background checks and such.

So who will remain?

◇ ◇ ◇

Attractive female officers were lined up in a large room.

In the place where various beauties dressed in military uniforms were gathered, Tia was walking in-between them after having been promoted for her achievements of consolidating and reorganising the patrol fleets into one that would match even a regular armada.

The status displayed on her badge was one of a colonel.

It was an unusual jump through the ranks, but that's just how highly they evaluated her achievements.

"Ladies, Lord Liam has finally been officially a.s.signed to the military."

Tia's skills in organising a large fleet was highly valued within the army, and although there have been offers of permanent positions for her, they've all been refused.

All the female officers collected by Tia were from the Banfield house's territory.

"You're all elites chosen directly from Lord Liam's domain. From those of you here, one of you will surely be chosen to be his aide– no, one of you must become his aide."

There were a mult.i.tude of soldiers who wanted to raise their reputation by becoming Liam's adjutant.

However, Tia could never trust an outsider to serve by his side.

The reason being was that if he took a liking to said outsider, he'd surely take them with him once he resigned from the army.

This would surely strengthen his connection to the military, but it'd be troublesome if they prioritised the imperial army over Liam.

There was also the possibility of Liam laying his hands on them, and if that was the case, it'd be preferred if that person was an elite that hailed from his territory.

"All for this is for Lord Liam's sake. Devote your bodies and souls to him!"

"Understood!"

When all of them responded and saluted in sync, Tia made a satisfied expression.

(All of them have the appearance and the ability to serve as his aide– there's no one more suited than them. Lord Liam will surely be satisfied.)

◇ ◇ ◇

Meanwhile–

The upper echelon of the military were grasping at their heads.

"What are we going to do?!"

"…we need a connection with the Count– no, the future Duke."

"But do we even have anyone suitable for a position as a liaison?"

After making great achievements in the logistics department, Liam had prepared a regular fleet consisting of the latest models of mobile knights and ships for his position in the military.

While he was a person who solved one of the army's most troublesome problems, he was also a n.o.bleman with an abundance of rare metals.

They really wanted a connection with him.

However, because Tia had shown absolutely no interest in a permanent military standing, they didn't have any way to build one.

It was possible to create one through the a.s.signment of an aide, but the majority of the candidates were residents of his territory.

One of the officers raised his head.

"…there's one person I know of exceptional talent."

"What of her appearance?"

"There's no problems in that aspect either, and she's even already acquainted with the Count."

"Now who's that exactly?"

The woman's data was pulled up.

"Major Eulisia. She was originally a.s.signed to a weapons factory, but after retraining she was transferred to the special forces. She's also received espionage-related training."

She had a variety of qualifications and a proven track record.

Although she was someone the army would be reluctant to let go of, a capable and beautiful person had a higher chance of getting Liam's attention.

"What of the individual's will? People with similar backgrounds have been known to cause problems. Has she consented to this a.s.signment?"

Would she be okay with potentially becoming a n.o.ble's lover or mistress? This was the problem.

Some people were willing to go that far, but many were adverse to it.

"No problems there either. She seemed willing when I brought it up."

"Still, she sure has a great track record. I'd rather keep such people as our subordinates."

Eulisia was highly rated among them.

"If it's not the major, then it'd be better to just give up. Send her doc.u.ments to the Count immediately."

–the power of the guide worked, slipping Eulisia in as one of Liam's adjutant candidates.

◇ ◇ ◇

I was looking through doc.u.ments that resembled matchmaking photos during work.

The surroundings seemed to be concerned about what I was doing, but no one dared to complain.

Picking one of them up and examining the paper's contents, Wallace cried out in surprise,

"What a beauty! Haa~ can't she become my aide?"

As a member of the royal family, he'll be promoted to a lieutenant after our training is finished.

However, there were no plans for him to receive an adjutant.

That was because his position didn't require one.

"Do you need another session with the drill sergeant?"

"That's a good joke Liam… that was a joke, right?"

Leave the drill sergeant as this guy's educator– that might be a good idea.

However, I wasn't too fond of driving in the military's values into him.

Since our conscription in the military was only temporary, it wasn't something he really needed.

While Wallace was sifting through the various papers, he stopped at one.

"Oh, this person's track record is amazing. She's formerly from the special forces."

"What?"

When I checked the contents of her doc.u.ment, what was there was a picture of Eulisia.

Looking at her career, after leaving the Third Weapons Factory, she went through retraining at a military re-education facility, where she was then transferred to the special forces.

After that, she studied espionage and information technologies at another facility.

She was like a female spy.

"Now why would someone like her join the special forces?"

When I pondered that out loud, Wallace raised his head.

"She's your acquaintance?"

"I was her charge while she was still a saleslady at one of the weapon factories."

"Man, you have it good~ Even if you don't do anything, beautiful girls seem to naturally flock to you."

Seeing Wallace's balant envy made me happy.

Then I turned back to the pile of doc.u.ments.

–if I really looked through all of these, I probably wouldn't be able to go home on time.

After all, no matter who I looked at, none of the girls so far really interested me.

Haa… I miss Amagi.

Should I try bringing her over to the imperial capital?

But right now I've entrusted her with work in my territory, and right now the Berkleys and other nuisances are wandering around me, so I'm worried about what dangers I might be putting her in.

…I'm seriously tired of fighting with the Berkleys.

I wish I could just finish this all already.

"Should I just go with Eulisia then? I'm already acquainted with her, and she seems pretty competent, right?"

"Is it really okay to decide that easily?"

"Hah! I can gather as many beautiful girls as I want whenever! So is there really any need to be so hung up over who I'll have as my adjutant?"

Since it really matter who I chose, I decided to go with Eulisia.

She was a bit disappointing, but she was still ok.

◇ ◇ ◇

The day after I decided my adjutant.

Eulisia visited my training site.

"It's nice to see you again, Lord Liam."

Eulisia, who saluted to me with a smile, seemed to have a somewhat more toned body than before.

Yet both her chest and b.u.t.t still had the right amount of fat– her style seems to have improved.

Almost as if she had chosen specifically what she wanted to train, her more supple parts seemed to be more emphasised in comparison.

Seeing Eulisia approach while I was still working, I stopped processing my electronic doc.u.ments.

"…wasn't there still half a year before you were officially a.s.signed to me?"

"I've already gotten permission from my superiors. I heard that your workload increased since you're going to be transferred soon, so I'm here to help."

Isn't she a lot sharper now?

It's almost as if she's a different person.

◇ ◇ ◇

Now standing directly in front of Liam, Eulisia was holding back the dark feelings welling up inside her.

(Finally… I can finally have my revenge against you, Liam.)

Eulisia had only approached Liam so that she could have revenge for when he crushed her pride.

Filled only with thoughts of ensnaring him in a honey trap, she had polished herself for decades.

"Lord Liam, for now lets–"

Her first step of revenge would begin here.

That's what she thought, but then a person burst into Liam's workplace crying.

It was Nias, the technology captain of the Seventh Weapons Factory, a place filled with various problems.

At first glance, she was an intelligent woman with black hair and gla.s.ses, but she was actually a person with many unfortunate sides to her.

"Lord Liam~!"

After wildly flying through the door, Nias broke down into tears.

(Y-you?!)

Eulisia was another of Nias' acquaintances, but she didn't even greet her.

Liam had an exasperated expression on his face.

"…what is it?"

(Urgh! You're an annoyance, so go away already! You're lucky he's being so lenient!)

Liam was basically sweet to his acquaintances.

Although he was pretty severe, he was still one of the more benevolent n.o.blemen.

While Eulisia knew that, she was still annoyed that Nias disturbed her plans.

"Please listen to this! Lord Liam, I was building a new prototype of ship using the rare metals you prepared for me! But then everyone kept b.u.t.ting in and getting in my–"

"You've told me this already."

Although Nias wanted to experiment with various things, it seems the higher-ups of the Seventh Weapons Factory had collectively decided to work on other projects.

As a result– Nias was unable to work on the things she desired.

Eulisia was smiling in her heart.

(That's nice. Now if you're done venting, hurry up and go home already.)

She wanted to get rid of Liam early, and Nias was in her way.

However–

"–I want additional rare metals and funds."

"Huh?!"

At her impudent request, Eulisia couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

If one wanted to develop a new generation of battleships, they needed an immense budget.

They also needed a large amount of rare metals.

It was unreasonable to ask Liam for such things.

However, he was surprisingly interested.

"You were developing a new battleship?"

"I'll make sure to prepare a special battleship for you, Lord Liam! But the development costs for such things aren't cheap, so that's why I need more funds and rare metals!"

However, Liam didn't seem willing to make a budget for a proposal like that so he refused, which in turn led Nias to drop to the floor crying, turning up her skirt slightly.

She didn't seem to do it intentionally.

After all, the shorts she was wearing underneath were of the functional variety.

But Liam's eyes went wide at the sight.

(T-this isn't good!)

With Liam always on her mind, Eulisia had also tried her best to study his hobbies and preferences. So she knew.

Liam preferred sporty underwear over the flashier kind.

Noticing his line of sight, Nias rushed to return her skirt to its original position.

Embarra.s.sed, Nias hurriedly began to make excuses.

"P-please excuse me. D-don't get me wrong, I've been really busy recently, so I was only wearing this because it was all I had on hand at the time. I usually wear better underwear than this!"

Despite thinking that it was such an obvious lie, Eulisia didn't miss Liam's joy.

"I-is that so? Yes, I see. Now then, we were talking about the budget, right? I'll prepare you the money using my personal funds."

Eulisia covered her face with both her hands.

(Stupid! Why do you have to be so easy now of all times?!)

Nias immediately went on to make additional demands.

"Please give me rare metals as well! Also, I'd like it if you bought some battleships too. Aren't you being a bit mean? Lord Liam, you're preparing a whole new fleet, but you didn't even commision a single ship from us. It truly was mean of you to jointly hire the third and sixth factories to produce the vessels needed while ignoring us.""Oh, is that so? I didn't know because I left that job to Tia."

Liam didn't seem interested in those details.

As a former employee at the Third Weapons Factory, even Eulisia had heard about the joint development.

(…joint development of the next generation of ships. I've even heard rumours that the Ninth Weapons Factory is on the move.)

Each of the weapon factories were hurriedly preparing new fleets.

Meanwhile, the Seventh Weapons Factory was completely disregarded by Tia.

"…it's because you people completely disregard appearances during development."

Nias removed her gla.s.ses and wiped her tears.

"We did our best! However, that lady refused us and said, 'They're not suitable for Lord Liam', and we even had eight hundred ships ready in storage for that sale! If you don't buy them, we're screwed!"

Eulisia fell into thought,

(Their focus on performance and developing technology is still the same as ever. They shouldn't be making eight hundred ships without an initial commision in the first place.)

Even Liam seemed to be surprised– and then he seemed to realise something.

"I understand. I'll buy those eight hundred ships of yours."

"Really?!"

But to Nias' happy reaction, Liam tacked on a condition,

"I'll make more commissions for you. The other weapon factories are likely to be busy, but you guys seem to be free. Also– do you have any ships or weapons that are designated to be discarded? Turn them over to me instead."

Eulisia had no idea what Liam was thinking about.

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Volume 4 Chapter 11 The Berkley Fleet

The home of the Berkley family.

Cashmiro was standing in front of a soldier.

"…you've showed me your plans. They're amazing, but you need to make major reforms to defeat the Banfield house."

The soldier was Dolph, who was promoted to a Major.

He was a.s.signed to an empty post where he wasn't expected to do anything, but that gave him all the time he needed to ponder how he could defeat Liam and pull ahead in life.

Such a Dolph was now meeting with Cashmiro.

Their encounter was of pure chance.

And with that, Dolph was now devoting all of his body and soul into this strategy.

"Taking what you proposed at face value, it's not enough. Realistically speaking, with the amount of time and funds available to us, we still have potential for more, the current plans will only hold us back."

"…is it even possible for us to replace the entire fleet while reorganising our command structure? Also, I've never heard of anyone creating an armada solely out of ships specialised in close and medium range combat."

Dolph pulled up a holographic image.

The Banfield house's fleet was projected there.

The appearance of them one-sidedly slaughtering a pirate fleet was a horrifying sight.

"The strength of the Banfield house lies in the high quality of their equipment and personnel."

"Is it impossible to overcome this with numbers?"

"While they may only have a hundred thousand ships at most, if they break through even a single point, both sides will end up taking ma.s.sive damage. In the worst case scenario even our commander will perish, and once that occurs we've already practically lost."

Then Dolph presented his strategy.

"We'll let them charge at us, and then we'll intercept them with precise countermeasures. That's why we'll focus on procuring ships for short and medium range combat."

To defeat the Banfield house's fleet, Dolph suggested creating another armada over a hundred thousand strong that had almost no practical application in a standard fight.

However, Cashmiro held Dolph in high regard.

(Each and every single one of them, they all said that as long as we had equal numbers matching the brat, we'd win. But this guy here… I've never seen anyone more driven than this kid.)

Cashmiro tried asking a question,

"And what would you suppose we'd do if the enemy decided to fight normally in this situation?"

"We'd certainly be in danger, but a.s.sault tactics are the winning strategies of the Banfield house. It'd be very difficult for them to change the battle habits that they've used for decades."

Cashimiro also understood this.

They were people who've aggressively hunted pirates for many years now.

Certainly, their a.s.sault tactics have become a sort of art to them.

Their formations never broke, and their soldiers seemed to know no fear.

They had grown dependant on aggressive strategies as a guarantee for victory.

(This guy… he's the only one who understands that.)

Dolph broke into a fervent spiel,

"All the ships need to be replaced, and the personnel will need to be retrained for this operation! While this will take an enormous amount of time and money, they are necessary expenses to win! That's just how highly I evaluate the enemy! We can't underestimate the Banfield house!"

Just to defeat Liam, the Berkley fleet will be reformed into an immovable armada.

They'd become weak in a normal battle, but they'd never lose against a.s.sault tactics.

All the soldiers Cashimiro had met with so far had said they'd win as long as they had equal numbers, but he knew that wasn't enough.

"…will we make it in time? I've heard that the Banfield house is also increasing their armaments."

"We definitely can. No, I'll make it so we do! We need to immediately start gathering as many ships as possible!"

Affected by Dolph's enthusiasm, Cashmiro made his resolve.

"That sounds fine, let's do it."

"Thank you so much! In that case, I want you to gather the pirates as well."

"What?"

For this battle, Dolph decided he needed to put pressure on Liam's allies.

This was to prevent him from receiving reinforcements.

"There are rumours that Liam has formed a regular fleet, and I've confirmed them to be true. He seems to be planning to have it used as his trump card."

A regular fleet in the tens of thousands.

Hearing that, Cashmiro decided that pirates probably wouldn't be able to do anything against it.

"…I know that there are people in the army who don't like the Banfield brat. It might not be a bad idea to gather them up as well."

"Oh, that would be perfect!"

Many patrol fleets controlled by the n.o.bility were disbanded.

If the remains were collected, they'd no doubt reach a force in the tens of thousands themselves.

And Cashmiro had friends other than soldiers as well.

Merchants houses– and even the first and second weapon factories have pledged their aid to him.

"Dolph, if I gather the soldiers for you, can you organise them into a fleet?"

"It's possible, but I don't think they'll be that useful. If anything, we can use them as decoys."

Dolph didn't have any expectations for the newcomers scrounged up at the last minute.

Cashmiro was the same.

"Contact the weapon factories and have them properly equipped anyways."

"Are you sure? The cost of this won't be small, and those soldiers tend to complain if their treatment is even a little unsatisfactory."

While Dolph said that it wasn't worth spending money on them, Cashmiro said that the budget shouldn't be worried about.

"I don't care! If I'm going to do this, then I'm going to do this thoroughly! Even if it costs a bit, it doesn't matter as long as it works towards wearing down that brat even the smallest amount more."

With that said, Cashmiro still had one more card to perfect his countermeasures.

"Now let's feed the pirates to the Banfield house."

"You'll feed them?"

"Yes, we'll make them fight more than ever to ensure they stick to a.s.sault tactics. I want to maintain the situation where there isn't even the slightest of doubts that aggressive maneuvers will bring them victory."

Dolph felt chills run up his spine as he listened to Cashmiro easily laugh about forsaking the pirates.

"…no, this could work. This will bring us another step closer to winning."

It wasn't just the pirates. Mechants, weapons factories, the military– Cashmiro had decided to involve all of them in the war against the Banfield house.

And watching this all from the beginning while applauding was the guide.

"…perfect. Both of you are doing your best to defeat Liam, so I'll give you all the support you'll need from the shadows."

◇ ◇ ◇

"What is… this?"

When I went to eh patrol fleet I was a.s.signed to, several regular fleets were waiting for me instead.

The sight seen from the bridge of a super-cla.s.s battleship over three thousand meters long was a tremendous fleet consisting of innumerable ships.

Battleships were lined up as far as the eye could see.

My holographic image was projected into outer s.p.a.ce as a ceremony to welcome my official a.s.signment.

At my side was Eulisia, who was designated to support me as my aide, and Marie, who had just returned from the special forces.

Wallace was also here as back-up personnel for the bridge.

And–

"Special staff officer, thanks for appointing me as captain of this ship! Thank you so much!"

—A big-faced man with bristled short hair was expressing his grat.i.tude towards me.

He was the recently promoted brigadier general [Cedric Noah Albalate].

I appointed him as the captain for the flagship I boarded.

After my recent promotion to Lieutenant Colonel, I was given a unique t.i.tle of 'Special Staff Officer'.

By the way, Cedric was Wallace's half-brother.

However, he was just another of the hundreds of princes without backing.

Wallace was amazed,

"Are you seriously happy enough to cry?"

"Of course I am! You have no idea how hard it is to patrol the universe for no reason! Actually, how the h.e.l.l are you the one to have found such an excellent patron?!"

Cedric started strangling Wallace's neck in envy.

"I give, I give!"

Tia entered into the noisy bridge with another officer.

"Lord Liam, I've brought the commander."

He was a man who looked like he was in his forties.

So he must actually be of a pretty old age.

With current anti-aging technology, being seen as middle-aged was like proof of longevity.

"I'll be in your care, commander."

The other party was smiling.

"I never would've expected to be in charge of the famous Count of all people. Well, I'll make sure to do my part."

Flattery didn't seem to have much effect on this man, but to have been entrusted with a fleet of this size, he must have the skills appropriate for it.

–Let's do our best not to make this guy an enemy.

I've recently learned that I shouldn't pick fights with troublesome people.

–like the Berkley family.

They were really annoying.

Tia went on to tell me about our future plans.

"Lord Liam, tomorrow we'll be leading the fleet to patrol around the frontier base."

"The frontier base?"

"Yes, think of it as something similar to introducing yourself while also ensuring the safety of our route."

With such a large fleet, we're going to ensure the safety of our path?

Normally these things would be done with smaller fleets, so it'd be a bit of a waste to do on this scale.

"Why don't we disperse our forces while moving towards our destination. Yes, let's turn this into a compet.i.tion. We'll go there first and give rewards to those who arrive after solving the pirate problems in the local areas."

Since I wasn't going to take this position seriously, I was going to turn it into a game for my amus.e.m.e.nt– Tia seemed a bit disappointed though.

"Lord Liam, this is a chance to show off your dignified figure! Such a fleet operation is–"

However, there was a person who sent me a lifeboat.

It was Marie.

"Oh, are you refuting Lord Liam's orders? Are you sure that's fine? Even I can tell that there's no point in moving a fleet of this size all together."

"This will also serve as training for when we do need to move on this scale. Not that you would understand that."

"Even if that's true, it'd be better to consolidate once we're actually at our destination. It's such a shame seeing our head knight be so inflexible."

Cedric started whispering to Wallace while they quarreled,

"Your patron's knights… isn't the atmosphere between them somewhat strained?"

"They're always like this, you'll get used to it soon."

Wallace was laughing, but seeing my head and deputy knight fighting wasn't funny to me at all.

Eulisia made a suggestion to me,

"Lieutenant Colonel, are you sure you want to turn this into a compet.i.tion before we even reached our destination?"

I was ignoring the commanding officer's position and making decisions on my own.

But when I looked towards the commander, he shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not like we have any urgent business to attend to, so I don't see any problems."

It was a bit bigger than I expected, but it was still a fleet I prepared myself, so it should be fine to use it as I like.

"Yes, let's make this into a compet.i.tion. Defeating pirates will get them points. Large scale fleets will be worth ten. I'll even prepare rewards depending on the scores."

Those were my thoughts on the game that was about to begin– a few days later, the major generals I gathered seemed excited when I explained the rules to them.

As for myself? I got to watch everyone compete against each other from the sidelines as an evil lord.

◇ ◇ ◇

I led three thousand ships to the goal point– well, a certain planet.

It was directly under the Empire's control and was designated as a planet still under development.

The atmosphere around the people competing for the reward seemed to change when we started, so I wonder when they'll arrive?

Currently, I was sitting in a luxurious seat on the ship's bridge while swishing around the drink inside the gla.s.s I held.

"I'm bored. Wallace, do something."

"Huh, what are you asking me to do? I'm sorry, but I've already run out of material."

I've already made this unreasonable request to Wallace dozens of times.

He doesn't seem to have any more good ideas.

We've spent the last few days just waiting in this desolate place– its boring.

"There's too much free time."

I thought I'd be fine just relaxing on a luxury cruise ship.

And certainly, the vessel's facilities are substantial, even to the point of possessing a small shopping mall.

There were many non-combatants here, and even some chain stores were opening up shop.

It was crowded with crew members on break or holidays, turning the ship into its own mini-colony.

But– what was the point of me playing around in such a place?

I've spent most of my free time in my room.

My days have been spent with me just swinging my sword around in training.

"Cedric, do an impression of something."

"That's impossible my lord– I've already used up all my materials as well, and even then, most of the celebrities I've done are people you didn't even know."

Cedric was also out of good ideas.

I've exhausted all my measures to alleviate my boredom.

Then Marie made a suggestion,

"Then why don't you start developing this planet? The soldiers will be able to work, and there's also the supply fleets that are bound to meet with us before our allies arrive. So why don't we try to build a simple s.p.a.ceport for them?"

Just because I was free, was I really going to start playing a real-life colony development game?

"Okay, let's do it. Now what should we do for the design?"

Eulisia made a proposal,

"Lord Liam, there are pioneers on the surface. If start supporting them, it will be easy for us to get the cooperation of the residents when we use this place as a relay station in the future."

To be honest, I wasn't that interested in the original residents, but I'll lend them a hand since I have the time to do so.

For my territory, I left a lot of things to Amagi since she knew what was best for our future incomes, but it should be fun to do things on my own for once.

Even if I messed up and failed, it was only the Empire's territory in the end.

So there was no problem there.

"Okay, let's start changing things on the surface then. Wallace, I'm going to start building facilities down there, so I'm appointing you as the site manager."

"Eh~"

I decided to have the distressed Wallace go down to the surface and start the construction for a government office building.

"Yes, let's make it a huge building that'll really give off a 'BANG' impact when seen."

Because doing things like this was a good way to waste money.

Let's build it with an emphasis on design.

Tia was looking at me with her hands clasped together.

Her eyes seemed to be shining.

"That sounds amazing, Lord Liam."

Considering how I was treating the residents as toys for a game, I didn't think I was doing anything worth complimenting.

Well, it was only natural for evil lords to trample over others.

I'll just develop this place however I want.

◇ ◇ ◇

–Liam's fleet destroyed another local pirate armada.

Such a topic was being heard half a year after Liam was officially a.s.signed.

The prime minister's eyes went wide after reading the contents of the report.

"He's amazing."

Subordinates had been dispatched to investigate how powerful Liam's fleet was.

Spies were planted as workers in the fleet.

And the majority of them all sung Liam's praise.

One of his subordinates made a relieved expression,

"It seems they were having a compet.i.tion to see who could hunt the most pirates, but more important than that is the developments they've started for the planet they've been a.s.signed to. We've left that place alone for so long because the costs weren't worth it, so this is something to celebrate."

There was a planet where Liam's competing fleets were a.s.signed to consolidate at.

Liam seemed to have made various improvements there while he waited.

Now that there was a s.p.a.ceport there– albeit a simple one, the planet was likely to develop further in the future.

In fact, it already seems like merchants are gathering there in hopes of conducting business with Liam.

As for the planet's surface–

"Hmm, so he prioritised the construction of the necessary facilities first? He has good judgement."

There weren't any facilities built on the ground in the first place, so the residents would be grateful no matter where they were built.

Though they seemed to be built with an emphasis on design, that much was still reasonable.

(I'll give him about eighty points. If he gains a bit more experience, then he'll surely able to reach even greater heights– it's easy to forget because he became famous through his martial skills, but the Count's original fame came from his skill in domestic affairs.)

Originally, he was highly regarded for how revitalised his desolate territory, but recently the only news about him seems to come from his pirate hunts.

With how the situation would seem to improve even if he left it unattended, the prime minister inadvertently felt a smile creep up on him.

However– he wasn't the type to believe in others that easily.

"With achievements like this, even the army wouldn't be able to complain. I should have the count promoted to colonel. I'll even give him a medal."

"Are you sure?"

"Something of this level is still cheap. By next year, should I have him promoted to brigadier general? I want him to at least be a lieutenant general before he leaves the military."

(Well, if this isn't enough to please him, should I give him something else?)

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