Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Return of my brother

"Ooh."

"Oh, thanks... what the hell, Gin, you're hiring a maid"

"Uh... I'm not hiring you"

"What do you mean?

Intervals.

It's honestly one of those extra rooms in my house where only Chris and I live and few visitors. For once, it seems that my father had some visitors when he was alive, but since I succeeded, I haven't been able to say anything about visitors at all. At best, is it the extent to which Mr. Andrew, the mayor of the town, comes sometimes?

Me and Brother Edward are sitting on such an in-person couch. And it's Chris who serves tea and baked sweets in the center.

My brother had a slight frown on Chris' long ear, but he followed my guidance and came to the reception room without saying anything more.

"Well, there's a lot going on. It feels like I'm taking care of you."

"Heh... sounds like a good wingspan for a long time"

"It's not that good though. You know you've been in debt since the beginning."

"Well..."

My brother smiles and sips tea.

I don't want to fight with my brother, either, but I still felt like saying something. I was given a territory that I was packing from the moment I inherited, and I had to give up my demonic path to be a lord.

I haven't seen Brother Edward since his adult ritual in itself, so would it be about three years? Back then, I felt a little thinner than I am now.

Rather, the sharp glance of father concessions is something that even makes you feel bad about your face.

"So I heard your brother ran off with his bakery daughter..."

"Oh... even I didn't mean to. But when I reported my marriage to Matilda to my father, they objected. I thought you could welcome a common man's daughter to your daughter-in-law.

"Did you?"

"Oh......"

My brother, like an excuse, says so.

But from a chronological standpoint, it's a strange story. From what I've heard, my father died in an accident, and he ran off after his brother took over the territory.

Whatever you think, I guess you ran off because you didn't want to take over the territory you were packing, though.

"So, what about your wife?

"You're going to expose me to shame... but he got away with it"

"Running away?

"Oh. From the beginning, Matilda was only interested in my position. That's all I saw of the Count's warrant. Mine, I guess I didn't get enough eyes to look at the woman. I'm reflecting now. I fell in love with that woman, and I was the fool."

……

Ha, and big sigh of sigh, Brother Edward.

But honestly, I don't want to doubt my real brother, but it seems odd.

It's a territory packed with Fleetberg territory itself in the first place, and it's a Count family that was poor enough to be made fun of by the butcher's father.

In that state, I ran off with Brother Edward, who was the Count's warrant, so wasn't that what you knew from the beginning? I ran off in the first place, and I don't think the Counts have anything to do with it.

Well, I don't even know what to look at. I just thought about Mr. Matilda.

"So I heard rumors over there."

"Rumors?"

"Friedberg territory has a good economy for a long time. There are rumors going around that you're making a lot of money. You, what did you do?

"Uh..."

Well, since the quantity of cotton to be purchased and the quantity to be supplied with cotton yarn has grown, and the crops are well harvested, is it natural for rumors like that to circulate?

Until now, the supply of food has not been successful in the territory, so food has been imported from other territories. Even with that spending gone, it helped a lot as a territory's finances. Though I'm likely to be resented a little bit because I'm going to stop doing business with the Chamber of Commerce, which used to supply our territory with food for the most part.

Though I was wondering if I should attend nightclubs and such in order to increase my involvement with other territories in the future.

"My brother may be listening, but in Fleetberg territory, he's letting the undead farm."

"Oh, that's it, what I heard! What's this all about?

"Uh... uh. You know I went to magic school, right?

"Oh."

Badly here, you shouldn't tell me you got the Art of Magic book.

Even ordinary people unfamiliar with witchcraft know that Art's witchcraft books are traded at high prices. So they sell a lot of fakes in the back market.

Well, your brother's not familiar with witchcraft, and for now, he decides to be deluded.

"At the School of Magic, I taught you how to make skeletons. But you're gonna need a lot of magic, so you can't make it but me."

"Sorcery is amazing. Can you do that?"

"But when I heard your brother ran off, I became the lord here. The truth is, I was going to apprentice a higher mage after graduation... if I actually succeeded, the rural workforce would be a little low, there would be a lot of fallow land, no young people at all, and crop production would fall on my right shoulder. So I decided to try and reform the finances of this territory and let Skeleton do the farming."

"Ugh... no, I think it's bad..."

When I stare at him with my jito eyes, my brother smiles bitterly as if the bumps are bad.

Well, in fact, I'm not lying about the fact that I'm the only one who can make skeletons, and the fact that I let skeletons farm in an attempt to reform the territory.

Honestly, I enjoyed running the territory, and my brother doesn't resent it that much.

"So now the territory's finances can also be twisted out of the black. I still owe a lot, but I think I'll be able to pay it back in another decade."

"Right. I'm relieved to hear that."

"Oh, so never mind the territory..."

"Hey, Jin..."

When I tried to say that, my brother distorted his mouth and pinched his words.

And in those eyes, with some coma floating around.

"I think I've put a lot of work into Jin. I'm so sorry you never planned to be a lord, but you let me do my best."

"It's, well..."

"So don't worry about the rest"

"Yeah?"

That's right.