Noble Reincarnation~Blessed With the Strongest Power From Birth

In my study, I was facing Oscar over my desk.

I was sitting there staring at the report Oscar gave me and the numbers.

"Not surprisingly, Your Majesty's annual budget is"

"Ha..."

Oscar, Minister of the Prince Miyauchi, bowed slightly and replied with the wind he was choosing the words.

"His Majesty the King has many queens, so he really gets his budget squandered. And even though it's a lot, it's about a tenth the size of a former lobby emperor."

"Right."

Compared to that, everyone is a covenant maker - but I didn't say it.

The Lobby Emperor is the name of the last emperor of a country that ruled the earth before the Empire, a man who did his best to make his country tilt with liquor pond flesh groves and luxury.

"Knowing this, what are you going to do?

"Looks like the rest of the budget will take about a tenth of His Majesty's, huh?

I don't answer questions directly, I look up and ask Oscar.

What do you say? When you send the gaze that feels like, Oscar only has a few imaginary faces since.

"I thought you were right. At present, Your Majesty has few queens, and with that, the size of women and eunuchs is minimal. Also... with all due respect, I've known His Majesty since I was a child, but I'm not a luxurious person."

That's what Oscar said, then he stared straight at me.

"Therefore, as you said, a tenth is enough."

"Mm-hmm. Nothing else called Oscar. I want you to be careful that this doesn't increase in the future."

"That's... within my job..."

Why? Oscar with a face.

I stood up, turned my back on Oscar and looked out the window behind me.

The imperial capital spreading beneath his eyes was in the midst of prosperity.

"The rest, I want to enlarge the print"

"-!"

Signs of Oscar breathing came from behind.

"I mean, it's a war of aggression. I have money to do that."

"... Yes"

"When the emperor spends money, he must collect ten times what he actually spent from the people"

When spending money, humans move, and the labor cost of moving humans starts.

And there's nothing any emperor can do about it, but when humans deal with a lot of money, they want to put it in their nostalgia.

One by one, everyone just put a "fraction of a minute" in their nostalgia, and given the number of humans the emperor moves, it's the market that swells ten times the amount they actually spend.

"For not using it, the burden on the people is reduced. We can keep our country strong for that matter... or we can raise it."

"That's just great"

I turn around and look straight at Oscar.

"One day the time will come to spend the money. Hold on to the rest of the sieve for then."

"I'll take care of it."

Oscar left the study after an in-depth courtesy.

Oscar is a capable man.

If you give him a clear direction like this, you won't be wrong first.

Next thing I know, Don came in.

After my reign as emperor, Don, who was promoted to the Fourth Chancellor as a belly heart, is doing me the same job as he did when he was in Almeria.

When he entered the room, he knelt on his knees in a flowing motion and thanked him.

"My God, Your Majesty"

"What happened?"

"There is an influx of refugees from the Zimbel region into the capital."

"Mmm. Is Zimbel over there starving from the drought?"

"Yes."

Don nodded, offering the report paperwork on his desk.

I sat back and took it and looked at it.

"You've been flowing a lot. Mmm, is it getting insecure, too?"

"Yes, it's a small affair with the people of the capital, starting with a fight, but the number of cases is increasing visibly"

……

"With that, I'm going to put together a cookout for refugee rescue and make it a southern suburb to bring refugees together over there, but I need your permission."

I'll think about it a little later.

"What's going on with Zimbel?"

"As Your Majesty ordered, we are in the process of transporting surplus food from the capital, that. Lion will be leading the convoy soon."

"Mmm."

Sending it directly from the capital comes from everyone getting a little nostalgic, as was the case at Oscar earlier.

It would be nice if everyone took a little bit and eventually 10% or even 30% of the budget was spent on disaster relief on the ground.

In order not to do so, food with little "flavor" was allowed to remain intact.

Less flavor also reduces the amount to be taken - that is, more to go to the people.

"Is that what you did?

"You want me to let the refugees do that?

"............ what?

Don looked as if, "What did you say this guy is?"

"Uh... what does that mean?"

"It means letting refugees transport food."

"... what would that be for?"

I stared back at Don with my true face.

"Transport of food, you have to pay that man, don't you?

"Yes."

"Let the refugees do it. The reward is paid in kind with food as is. That way..."

"- Savings on transportation costs for refugees who are just eating meals at cookouts"

Don stared at me haphazardly.

"That's the thing. There are roughly two reasons why refugees treat the people of the capital. I'm hungry to be in a strange land. If we let the refugees carry us, the security of the capital will be restored and the number of refugees will be reduced"

"I see!"

"And."

"Do you still have it!?

Even more surprising, Don, I looked at him smiling back.

"Oh, let's also use refugees for local distribution. Same refugees, now less fattening their private bellies for the sake of their fellow suffering in their homeland. More importantly, you have a good understanding of the situation in the affected areas, so you will know exactly where and how long you are. What do you say, you think you can do it?

"... Yes"

Don thought a little and nodded clearly.

"I thought we were supposed to go to more people than usual, even if we put in calculations about refugees fleeing."

"Uhm."

"That's right, Your Majesty, I didn't even think about doing it this way. It's a great idea for three birds with one stone."

"Refugee and human. It's the workforce that's there as long as you make it a full stomach. rather than."

"Rather than?

"Leaving the refugees alone, the riots, the examples that have developed into insurgency have no time in history"

"Sure!

There is no zeroing on what happened to the refugees.

I've decided to think of a way to handle it well in a long span.

In the evening, I left the palace, took my maid Zoe, and hung around the capital.

After working all day, I headed over to Keith's on Reid Street to try to get a little refreshment.

It's about listening to Alice's song and getting healed.

"Is that it? People are amazing."

Entering Reid Street, it was showing unprecedented buzz there.

Zoe surprises me and I'm busy enough to whisk my eyebrows too.

And it's spread around Keith's - Keith's seems to be the most thriving.

It seems difficult to get close to the store.

"Ask me what you're talking about."

I ordered Zoe to listen.

Zoe went for a small run, listened to the people around her, and came back.

"Yes, sir, not your husband."

"Mmm."

"There's a bunch of women in that shop, and they're overcrowded."

"Why?

"It seems that the shop found out that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was before he became Emperor."

Zoe, who had been with me for many years, naturally made rhetoric that she wouldn't find out if she was impatient in this interaction.

"So, if you come here, it's in His Majesty the Emperor of patience, and you could wear your glasses and be your queen! So they're all here. I'd like to see them."

"I see."

"It's amazing, sir, they're all so beautiful that they're all hazy. It's like a fair of beauty."

"Hmm."

I don't feel bad.

Probably...

"And there's more amazing. Everyone around here is overcrowded, and I can't seem to get a room for three times the price."

It was like a beautiful woman was coming here after me as well as the people of the capital.