The scale of the Hines manor was more extensive than the average manor. As such, it was impossible to surround everything with a wall, so basically, only some areas surrounding the Lordâs manor house were surrounded by a wall, and the rest were maintained as open land.
âIt is a great manor.â
-It was poorly maintained, though.
Was it because it was an old and underdeveloped manor? Some of the fortress walls surrounding the inner manor were weathered, making it impossible to recognize their original shape, and the grass was growing rampant over it. The gate, which should have been firmly closed, had already been long battered beyond usefulness.
-You should be glad that at least there is someone who keeps the gate closed.
âItâs an area adjacent to the large forest where monsters live, and the manor wouldnât have survived without volunteer watchmen.â
âStop! From here and forward, itâs the Hines manor! Please show your ID card!â
âThis is Prince Davey, who was appointed to be the Lord of this manor! Open the gate!â
The old gentleman, who took the lead on a horse, shouted sternly before anyone came forward. It seemed that they soon noticed that it wasnât a precious procession that had graced them.
âPâŚPlease wait a moment. I should get DirectorâŚâ
âHey! Are you going to make the Prince Majesty wait?!â
âStop, we have to go through the process. I am not officially delegated the authority of the manor yet.â
It was true that the royal order delegates the authority of the province, but when the Lord was absent, the deputy manor manager took over. In this system, a nobleman, and appointed lord, had to take over from the manor manager to be inaugurated as an official lord.
âYour Majesty.â
âDonât be too uptight. Weâll all become family.â
As I got off the carriage, he nodded.
âPâŚPlease forgive me for being rude. Your Majesty.â
âIâŚI see the sun of the kingdom.â
Iâm not sure how he knew I was the prince, maybe because of my fabulous appearance? When the guards realized I was the prince who would become the Lord described by the old gentleman, they laid down on the ground.
âYou should get up. If you lay down on the ground, who is going to keep the gate?â
As I spoke, the two guards were taken aback.
âExcuse me?â
âThe volunteers are good. However, why is the manor house in this state?â
They exchanged glances when I asked calmly. It was that moment a middle-aged man wearing light gloves was running from the inside wall.
âDâŚDirector!â
âWâŚWelcome, Prince Majesty! I received the message, but I apologize for being late. Please kill me!â
I focused my gaze on the guy, who was lying flat on his stomach and trembling. Now I saw the strange traces. Monster attack. There were signs that there was a monster attack within the last day. Somehow the atmosphere was cluttered.
âWhen did the messenger arrive here?â
âItâŚIt was two days ago.â
âWhen did the monster attack happen after that?â
âWâŚwell⌠HâŚHow did you know thatâŚ?â
I smiled at him, who looked at me in surprise.
âLooking at the traces of blood, it must be a recent attack. If it was an urgent situation, your judgment was right.â
âYâŚYour MajestyâŚâ
âWhat is the point of this dreary procedure? First of all, Iâll go in and hear more details.â
He looked up at me as if surprised by my words.
âAlso, please bring the internal affairs deputy manor manager.â
He, who had been frightened, sighed and lowered his head as though his life had been cut short by ten years.
* * *
When Hercules taught me the art of survival, the ability to observe was the first lesson he imparted. I didnât realize it from afar, but I noticed bloodstains on the walls and some weapons which had been broken and couldnât be retrieved in time. Despite the absence of bodies, the dark bloodstains were visible. I could even smell it.
How did I smell it? I could amplify my senses even though I hadnât undergone a metamorphosis. It was because I acquired a master-class body after the manifestation of God. They seem shocked that I found the remnants. What was wrong with them? It was a simple ability that everyone at my level had.
-At times, you tend to forget how ridiculous your talent is. Iâm sorry, but you sound like a jerk to me. Those who lack talent, even at your rank, would miss such a hint.
âDid I say anything like that?â
-Even if you didnât say, I knew. I wonder if hitting your head once is okay.
âI, Montmort, was in charge of the provinceâs military force by acting as the volunteer commander in the absence of the lord.â
âWhere is the manor manager?â
âThatâŚisâŚâ
He hesitated and then lowered his head again.
âS-someone else was in charge before the recent assault, but since thenâŚIâve been in charge.â
He was the only one in charge of both internal affairs and the volunteers. He didnât seem to be overly selfish, but he was a man of exceptional talent.
-If you hire that kind of person, it will undoubtedly benefit you.
âI can trust his abilities since he has kept the dying manor over the past five years.â
He rolled his eyes back and forth with an anxious face as I sat quietly; he was scared. He looked worried if I would become mad due to the condition of the manor, or the manor house, which was all worn out. I, on the other hand, maintained a dignified demeanor while appearing worried.
âI know youâve had a difficult time.â
As I entered this town, I saw the broken houses and their inhabitants. To be clear, they didnât seem to be excited at the arrival of the new Lord. It was, in some ways, a natural reaction. It was common for the nobles to bully the commoners in the current state of the Al Rown kingdom. Maybe he was scared for that reason, but it was no good if he was already scared.
As I pondered this, I looked at Montmort, the middle-aged man who stood in front of me.
âTo manage the manor, you would have to know how to read?â
âEven though Iâm a lowly guy, I learned to write by looking over otherâs shoulders a little.â
âIt seems that I have discovered a talent.â
I was quite impressed.
âSoâŚnow, since your majesty is hereâŚâ
âI want you to keep working.â
âP-pardon me?â
âNot as a volunteer corps. Iâll promote it to the manorâs official guard and establish a formal organization. Sir Berman, who used to be a guard here, will assist with the training.â
âIf thatâs what you want, Iâll do what you say.â
âYâŚyou want me to do that?!â
He looked up at me, shocked.
âThen who else is going to do that? Iâll employ you as a knight and give you a title if your ability improves. I have the power to do so.â
As I replied, I flung my ear wax into the air in response to his question.
âBâŚbut I am a lowly manâŚâ
âIf someone is skilled, I hire them. Thatâs my philosophy.â
He seemed surprised by my comments.
* * *
It was an assault by goblins. There were about a hundred of them. Their bodies were the size of a childâs, their intelligence was poor, and their physique was small, so they had only child-like strength. The only thing they had in their favor was their prodigious fertility. Regardless of the species, even if you killed indefinitely, the number of them didnât decrease.
Thatâs why a goblin-infested manor was so irritating. It was challenging to adapt to them since they were nocturnal monsters. They were previously known for living in the mountains and sometimes appearing to steal animals, children, or women from peopleâs homes, but this was the first time such a large group appeared.
With this size, he couldnât understand why they hadnât been conquered by the orcs who lived in the same mountain, who refer to themselves as warriors. As the range of desolation of the manor spread to the forest, their attack cycle became more frequent. The elders in the manor said that this was due to the earthâs curse, but Montmort didnât believe them.
Meanwhile, someone from the royal palace arrived. In a somewhat arrogant manner, an official from the royal palace came down and told him, who managed the volunteers and the estate, that the first prince of the Kingdom would be named Lord here, and then he left immediately. He didnât seem to want to remain in this remote area any longer. Montmort was a commoner who despised the aristocracy.
He learned to write at a beginner level from his father, but he despised all nobles except Baron Alisha, who had previously ruled the manor. To him, nobles were arrogant and were overly manipulative. Now what? There was going to be a royal prince. If itâs a prince of the damn Kingdom, what else was there to say?
Thatâs what he was thinking. Itâs a good thing he didnât break his neck in anger over this manorâs predicament.
He was scared, but he didnât want to be overwhelmed. The more troubling aspect was that he couldnât imagine such a man abusing his authority in his hometown, which was in jeopardy. Meanwhile, the goblins attacked again. This time, there were almost a hundred fifty goblins in the raid. Itâs impossible to say where this influx of heads came from, but it seemed as if all the goblins in the vicinity of the Hines manor had gathered.
No matter how well-trained the volunteers were, they would eventually incur fatigue from the constant battles. In reality, it was a known fact that some residents were abducted by fleeing goblins. Defeat was obvious, and they pillaged their possessions.
The gloomy residents seemed dissatisfied that the government didnât intervene to defend them. It had been ten years since the Kingdomâs assistance was withdrawn. The previous Lord, Baron Alisha, died a long time ago. On top of that, now they had to deal with a prince.
The prince seemed to be a small child who hadnât yet seen half of what they had. According to the kingdomâs laws, citizens became adults at the age of sixteen, but maturity generally occurred at twenty or older. In other words, he was much too young. Young nobles were very arrogant. Furthermore, as a prince who has spent his whole life in the royal house, he couldnât have a wide range of experiences.
Montmortâs head felt dizzy just thinking about how the prince was going to annoy him. However, instead, he casually found the traces of their war and praised them for their effort. Montmort thought he was lying at first, but he looked confident. As if he knew what he was doing. With a blank expression on Montmortâs face, he looked up at the prince.
For some reason, his eyes and mannerisms gave the impression that he already knew everything. It was an odd instinct not to lie in front of him. Even though the journey would have been exhausting, he summoned the workers to verify the manorâs condition, so we confessed the truth. He stood up and responded casually after hearing out the entire story.
âFirst, letâs clean up the goblins until I remove the curse of the wasteland.â
Although he had been told there were hundreds of goblins, he sounded like he was dusting a kitchen.