Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World-Chapter 259: Appointment as the Governor of Crawford

The Duchy of Crawford was a place where stagnant water had rotted away to the point of becoming a monster. It needed to improve its constitution, just as His Majesty the Carrier had revived Deliat!

Alas, Abel's past mistakes had come back to haunt him.

A phrase that all men about to enlist in the military had heard at least once suddenly came to mind.

"Don't do it well or badly, just do it right in the middle."

Why was this rumor spreading?

If someone performed poorly, they became the target of criticism, but if they did well, they took on all kinds of work.

Abel's current situation was exactly the latter case.

It was because of the successful model called Deliat that people like Paley III came into being. Abel had thought his country could become like that too.

"Are you saying you are willing to risk losing your entire country?"

Abel opened his mouth in a slightly threatening tone.

He was asking if Paley III was fine with being kicked out of his position as the ruler.

If that happened, the voices asking Abel to take over as governor would disappear...

"Your Majesty, would you consider that?"

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't. Do you really want to build a power that surpasses His Majesty the Emperor?"

"Eek?"

What was he talking about all of a sudden?

There was no way Abel would think like that.

If he were caught up in a treason plot, he would be immediately beheaded.

'Ah?'

Now that he thought about it, Abel believed he knew why Paley III had made that suggestion.

And what the Emperor had been thinking when he accepted it.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Paley III's interest was in reviving the declining Duchy of Crawford.

The Emperor, on the other hand, saw Abel as a potential contender for the throne.

Since their interests aligned, such an absurd outcome had been reached.

As the stage of compromise passed, an overwhelming sense of depression set in.

But at the same time, Abel also thought—

Wait a minute, so I don't have to worry about Perias like I do on vacation?

The Dapan Group was already running smoothly on its own.

There had been incidents where vulnerabilities in the system were exploited, but those were rare.

Painful trials were also not so common these days.

The most difficult thing was market work.

There were so many things to handle that Abel hadn't even thought about yet.

When have I ever lived without working? Just think of it as when I went to Namhae to play.

Come to think of it, Abel was going through the final stage—acceptance.

Before he knew it, he had come to accept reality.

"I see. So I'm going to be the governor of Crawford?"

"You can't create a Governor-General's office in a perfectly independent country. How about a temporary prime minister-level position…?"

The Emperor looked back at Paley III, his voice trailing off.

Then came an answer almost immediately.

"It would be impossible to do it with the powers of a general prime minister. I will give you almost complete authority. You will effectively become the governor."

Abel nodded with a short sigh.

The Duchy of Crawford wasn't a failed state like the old Deliat, was it?

Since some foundation was already laid, he thought he could take it easy.

"I will obey your command, Your Majesty."

After giving his response, Abel was about to step aside when the Emperor suddenly gestured to him.

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As Abel waited, a wad of paper was thrust at him.

"Count Schultz said he had received so much help that he didn't know how to repay it."

"Oh, yes."

"That's why he sent this. I don't need the luggage, so take it."

The Emperor could have just said that a thank-you gift had arrived and given it to Abel.

Why on earth was he grumbling like that?

This is the ultimate tsundere. By the way, what is this?

Abel turned the first page with a puzzled expression.

The heading on the top line read:

"Transfer Agreement?"

"It's a villa in the Duchy of Crawford. That's good since it's the place you need to go. You can use it."

"… … ."

Abel blinked with a trembling expression.

What a coincidence.

He had a feeling he knew what had happened.

The Emperor, who had planned everything so neatly, must have threatened Count Schultz.

'Give me a suitable villa, or buy one if you don't have one.'

Upon guessing the inside story, Abel almost burst into laughter.

Hey, you too, brother. You really care too much.

As he was about to bow politely with a soft smile, the Emperor suddenly waved his hand.

"Do you understand everything?"

"Of course."

"Then get out now."

"… … ."

Abel took back what he had just thought about the Emperor being a tsundere.

This was just weird!

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Although his move to Crawford had been decided, Abel did not leave immediately.

There were too many responsibilities and too much work to handle.

He needed to tidy things up before leaving so that everything wouldn't be in shambles when he returned.

For that reason, he was currently focusing on market work.

"Sir, this is a matter that needs to be taken care of this time."

"Leave it there."

"Yes. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Then, could you please categorize them? In order of priority?"

"Okay! Just leave it to me."

The secretary who brought the documents took a seat on the sofa.

Then, he quickly pulled out a few sheets and placed them on the desk.

"This is the most urgent matter."

"Thank you."

There was a complaint about the difficulty of cutting trees.

It was a natural result of forests around cities disappearing and fires becoming more frequent.

This problem couldn't be solved until a new fuel source was found.

All I can do is tell them to plant a lot.

Giving instructions to build a logging camp in a suitable location would suffice for now.

I told Vargas to research fuel alternatives, but I doubt there will be results yet.

Since he was traveling a long distance, it seemed like a good idea to find out what other regions used as fuel.

One never knew, right?

If a natural gas field exploded somewhere, it might be possible to divert the fuel.

They would have to accept environmental pollution, though.

If there are genetic resources in other countries, they should spread democracy like in the U.S.… Ah, this place is still feudal.

Abel smiled and moved on to the next agenda.

However, a list of words he didn't usually come across caught his attention.

"Encourage marriage?"

The average age of marriage in the Empire of Empyre was around 18.

If someone wasn't married by 20, people started looking at them strangely.

What if they were still single past 30?

Then, the government even stepped in.

Marriage rates were reflected in the personnel evaluations of local government officials.

Well, if he thought about it, it was natural.

One of the three essential elements of a state was population.

A country could only be maintained if it had people.

So, of course, there had to be policies encouraging marriage.

"Come to think of it, I think this is the first time we're meeting."

In fact, Abel hardly ever interacted with city officials.

The employees at the Dapan Group did a much better job, and corruption was almost nonexistent.

As a result, he didn't even know who his secretary was.

When he asked a subtle question, he received a polite reply.

"This is Aman Balisieta, sir."

"Balisieta… … ."

The name sounded familiar, and Abel quickly realized it was the surname of a northern border lord.

A powerful family in the province—so why was someone from such a family working here?

The reason wasn't a big secret, and Aman quickly revealed it.

"I am the fourth son."

"Oh, I see."

Since primogeniture was the principle, it made sense.

If he got in the way of his eldest brother, he would either be exiled or executed.

He had likely come to Perias for personal advancement.

Abel showed Aman the policy of encouraging marriage.

After listening to Aman's explanation, an idea popped into Abel's mind.

"I should start a marriage information company."