How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom: Volume 7

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-7183-0912-8
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 316 Seiten

Reihe: How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom

Having returned from the Star Dragon Mountain Range, Souma heads to the next destination on his diplomatic tour, the Republic of Turgis. While he is there to investigate the possibility of forming cordial relations with a neighbor they currently have no interaction with, Souma finds his attention drawn to the high level of the local blacksmiths, and a plan occurs to him.
Sensing that state level negotiations will be necessary to make his plan a reality, he succeeds in arranging a meeting with the republic's head of state. In order to make the negotiations fruitful, Souma demonstrates the kingdom's power to the republic.
'I will show the republic the 'gain' to be had from working with us, and the 'threat' to make them hesitate to oppose us.'
Can Souma's secret plan move the republic?!
The revolutionary administrative fantasy series, volume seven!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Dojyomaru

Weitere Mitwirkende

Fuyuyuki

Mccann, Sean

Leseproben

Chapter 1: From the New City, Venetinova

This is a story from around the time Souma left for the republic.

The stage is Venetinova, a coastal city in the east of the Kingdom of Friedonia.

The Kingdom’s coast was bent at an angle. To encourage more active distribution of goods throughout the country, King Souma had sponsored the construction of Venetinova at the vertex of that angle.

If there was one thing unique about this city, it was its two-level layout. In the lower level, facing the sea, there was a fishing port, a plaza, parks, and more, while the residential quarter, governor’s mansion, and other similar buildings were concentrated in the upper level.

Nearly all of the shopping areas were along the hill road between those two levels. This town layout was in preparation for the great earthquake that was said to strike once every hundred years.

In one of the clinics along the hill road in Venetinova, there was currently an eight-month-old baby boy swinging his legs as he was held by his mother.

“Goo goo!” the baby cooed.

This healthy baby was named Fuku. During Souma’s visit to the refugee camp, Hilde Norg, a female doctor belonging to the three-eyed race, and Brad Joker, a surgeon, had delivered him by caesarean section. Incidentally, Souma himself had given the boy his name.

Today, little Fuku had come in with his mother for a regular checkup.

Hilde was the doctor examining him. “Hm... I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. He’s full of energy.”

Until just recently, she had been at Ginger’s Vocational School in the capital, Parnam, training doctors. Once it had gotten on track, Hilde, who had always been more at home treating the common people than hidden away in a lab studying, had left her duties to her juniors at the school. In order to follow the former refugees, having been concerned about them, she had followed them to this new city and opened a clinic.

That said, Hilde was considered one of the two greatest minds in the medical world, and the other one was the surgeon, Joker. So they were both frequently called to the medical school in Parnam, but recently, for she had been staying in Venetinova.

Hearing from Hilde that her child was okay, Fuku’s mother bowed her head. “Thank you so much. It’s all thanks to you and Dr. Joker that Fuku and I are both still here.”

“No need to thank me,” said Hilde. “It’s my job, you know. More importantly, like the king told you, you should really be thanking your child, for being born when both of us were there.”

Perhaps to hide her shyness, Hilde turned to look the other way as she brushed Fuku’s hair, which had finally begun to grow evenly.

Fuku clapped his hands in glee.

Fuku’s mother watched with a slight smile. “I guess you’re right. Now we can wait together for my husband to return.”

“Oh, that’s right, they found your husband, didn’t they?”

“Yes,” said another woman, stepping forward. “I received word from my elder brother.”

The one who responded to this question was an eighteen-year-old girl who wore an outfit similar to that of a stereotypical Native American, and paint on her cheeks that seemed magical.

Her name was Komain. She had originally been left in charge of handling the refugees by her brother, Jirukoma, and was now a community leader for the former refugees putting down roots in Venetinova.

Komain had come here today to give support to Fuku and his mother during their routine checkup. “According to the messenger kui my brother sent, he should be on his way here now.”

Jirukoma had returned north, leading all of those who refused to become members of this country, and who insisted on attempting to retake their homelands. He was now staying in the Kingdom of Lastania, one of the smaller countries inside the Union of Eastern Nations, as a volunteer soldier, having responded to their call for troops.

In that land, he was also gathering information on those who had been scattered while they were being driven from the north. Fuku’s father was just one of the ones he had found that way.

“He said your husband was searching for you in one of Lastania’s neighboring countries,” said Komain. “When my brother told him you were safe, and your child had been born, he dropped everything to rush here and be at your side.”

“Honestly... That man’s always been in such a hurry,” Fuku’s mother said, but she looked really happy.

Hilde gave an exasperated shrug. “Well, it’s good to have the family together. Just, let me caution you on one thing.”

“Huh? Uh, sure.”

“Your belly’s already been opened once for the delivery. The procedure went perfectly, and you can probably have a second, but...once the belly has been cut once, it’s weaker, and a natural birth becomes more difficult. So, the next time you give birth, it would be safer for both you and the baby to cut you open and take it out.”

Fuku’s mother and Komain both gulped.

Hilde grinned at both of them. “When your husband gets back, you’re going to have some romantic time together, right? If that makes you decide you really want a second, you’d better consult a doctor approved by either me or the country.”

“Right!” Fuku’s mother nodded enthusiastically.

Hearing that, Fuku let out a confident-sounding cry, too, which caused all three of the others to look at one another and smile.

“Is the checkup finished?” Brad poked his head out from deeper inside the clinic. He was a man whose expression was usually more subdued, but he was glancing worriedly at Hilde now. “Um...is it okay?”

“They’re fine,” said Hilde. “Both mother and child are healthy.”

“No... That’s not what I meant...”

“Honestly... You’re more nervous than I’d have expected.” Hilde stood up and shooed Brad into the back of the clinic. “For starters, there are no men allowed in here while I’m seeing a female patient!”

“No, you’re seeing the baby... I just...”

“Enough. You go over there and get ready for tomorrow! You’ll need to head out for the capital and look at the princess. They say she’s gotten sick.”

Having forcefully made Brad leave, Hilde returned to her seat. “Good grief,” she muttered.

Having seen that interaction between the two of them, Komain tilted her head to the side quizzically. “Dr. Brad is here, too, huh? I’d heard he had gotten a case of wanderlust, and was seeing patients all around the country.”

Brad was, indeed, prone to wanderlust. He was the sort who would tell King Souma to his face, “I want to heal the poor, not the rich.” To put it in more flattering terms, he was a solitary sort; in less flattering terms, he still had a mild case of middle school syndrome.

Even though he had received a request from Souma to hold lectures, he was still traveling around the country to see patients and treat them. Technically, he did take apprentices with him and call it training in the field, though.

That was why Komain had been surprised to see Brad here.

However, Hilde snorted. “What’s there to be surprised about? Men are so simple,” she said, rubbing her abdomen.

That gesture told Komain everything she needed to know. “You, too, Doctor?!”

“Wow, congratulations!” cried Fuku’s mother.

“Hmph...” Hilde turned to look away in embarrassment. But, still, in a vanishingly small voice she replied, “Yeah, yeah... Thanks.”

The way she said it made Komain and Fuku’s mother erupt in laughter despite themselves.

“Komain, thank you for coming with me today,” Fuku’s mother said, bowing her head.

“Dooo,” her little son agreed.

The time was a little past three o’clock in the afternoon. On the hill road outside Hilde’s clinic, Komain rolled up her sleeves and said, “Oh, it’s no big deal. Brother asked me to look after everyone. If there’s anything I can do, please, go ahead and tell me.”

“Thank you. Are you going home now?”

“No, I have some documents to submit to the governor, so I plan to head there next.”

“Oh, is that right? Well, keep up the good work.”

“I sure will! See you later, Fuku.”

Taking Fuku’s hand and shaking it, Komain said her goodbyes to the two of them and raced up the hill. The governor’s mansion was at the highest point in this city. While Komain was racing through the shopping street, the lady running one of the fruit shops called out to her.

“Koma, you always look so busy. Are you eating right?”

“Huh? Uh, now that you mention it, I may have missed lunch today.”

“That’s no good. Even if you’re busy, you’ve gotta eat!” The lady threw one of the apples she was selling over to Komain.

“Whoa... Thanks, ma’am!” Komain caught the apple, waved vigorously to the lady, then went on her way.

People often waved at Komain when she was running through the streets.

She was doing a lot of jobs lately, everything from cleaning, laundry, and babysitting, to deliveries and removing bee nests. Though she was a young girl, she’d firmly taken on her role...