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First of all, there was just too much going on. There was so much work to do, and not enough people to manage it.

Because they were just pouring money and labor into it and trying to force it to work, there were a ton of administrative processes that got tangled up in the middle. If things continue like this, problems will eventually arise.

Billy learned why he had been called to this estate.

"You're saying we should take care of it before it breaks out!"

All that talk about Claude being my junior or my friend was nonsense. He just brought me here because he didn't want to die alone.

His complexion naturally turned pale. The students' contracts are for 20 years, but he and his friends' contracts are for 30 years.

"Oh, no. My family has come over too. I got my house and money. I can't run away."

Although he was angry, he had no other choice but to get the job done. Billy worked without getting any proper sleep in order to somehow stabilize the territory quickly.

But no matter how hard he worked, the work continued to pile up. There is a limit to human stamina. After staying up all night for several days, Billy finally collapsed.

"I don't know… … . I can't do this anymore… … . Just kill me or not… … ."

At that moment, someone who looked quite haggard came to visit.

"Hello. My name is Piote. I am currently on a tour of spiritual healing."

"… … ?"

Billy just looked puzzled, not having the strength to get up. Then, Fiote approached him and extended his hand.

Hwaaaaak!

Billy, who had recovered in an instant and sat up, looked at Fiote with a dumbfounded expression.

Piote, whose skin under his eyes had turned dark, said with a slight bow.

"It's time to get back to work."

He left with just those words and staggered away.

"omg...."

Billy just laughed in disbelief. He had collapsed from overwork, but he was being forced to get up.

I felt like I couldn't die until I finished the job. I had never even imagined such a crazy spirit, let alone heard rumors about it.

An unbearable anger surged towards the person who had brought me here.

"Claude―! You son of a bitch!"

Similar things happened all over the Fenris domain.

Meanwhile, Claude was elegantly drinking tea in his office with an expression on his face as if he had not seen anything in a long time.

"Hmm… … I should've brought you here earlier. I suffered like an idiot. I lost several years of my life."

Juniors are just starting to learn the job and are in a state of trial and error, but seniors and close friends are a little different.

Since I had some experience handling administrative tasks, even in a small estate, the speed at which I solved problems was definitely different.

The existing managers of Fenris, including Claude, could not deny that, although they were still busy and had a hard time, they were much better than before.

Isn't it thanks to that that I can drink tea leisurely like this now?

"Whew, it was nice for a little while. Now let's get back to work… … ."

Clang!

"Oh my! This is surprising!"

Something flew in through the office window. Wendy immediately blocked the startled Claude.

A stone fell to the ground and rolled around before stopping.

"What? An assassination attempt? Are you trying to hit me? Who would dare do such a thing to the head of the territory!"

While Claude was fussing, Wendy looked closely at the stone and approached it.

There was a piece of paper tied to the stone.

"Sir, it sounds like a complaint."

"Complaint? Has anyone been wronged? Or has one of the newly hired officials already committed corruption? Well, it's not like things have stabilized yet."

It is impossible for troubles to not arise among people, especially in the territory immediately following a war.

Although they were concerned about public safety, it was not yet perfect. In particular, as food was released in large quantities, the number of criminals was gradually increasing.

In such a situation, if a newly appointed official already commits corruption, it will cause a big problem.

"Bring it. I need to check if it is an injustice or a corruption accusation and deal with it immediately. I absolutely cannot tolerate such a thing in the territory where I am the general."

Wendy glanced at the solemn Claude and brought him the complaint.

Claude opened the letter with an arrogant expression and blinked several times when he saw what was written there.

[개새끼야.]

It is not a complaint of injustice, nor a report of corruption. It is just a curse. And a very targeted curse.

"… … ."

Claude was silent for a moment, then crumpled up the paper and threw it behind him.

It wasn't a problem he could solve on his own.

* * *

During the two months that Claude was away, many changes occurred in the estate.

Due to the incredibly fast construction speed, various facilities were built everywhere.

Hundreds of new managers were brought in. As they worked together, the territory quickly began to stabilize.

As the families of the administrators also moved in, the number of technicians increased, so the work for the dwarves became slightly less than before.

Galvarik and the dwarves talked cautiously in the workshop.

"I still feel like I'm going to die, but it's better than before, right? Let's just keep things like this."

"That's right. As time goes by, there will be less work here. But you shouldn't let it show."

"Let's keep joking that we're going to die from the pain."

It was a workload that would make even the dwarves, who were crazy about production, stick out their tongues.

At first, I really thought I was going to die, but now I'm just joking around, adjusting my work, and taking a little break.

In a word, it means that you have a knack for it.

Representative Galvarik looked at the dwarves standing opposite him and smiled.

"If we do this, we'll have a lot of free time in a few months. Let's make it as late as possible for the lord to find out! Isn't it too much to work him up?"

"That's right! In the end, we're the ones on site coordinating the work! Hahahahaha!"

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"There's so much going on, how can the lord possibly keep track of it all? He obviously doesn't know anything!"

Galvarik and the dwarves laughed loudly. But then, at some point, the dwarves stopped laughing.

Galvarik looked at them and said:

"Why? Why are your expressions suddenly like that? Like you've seen something you shouldn't have?"

Still, the dwarves remained silent.

Before Galvarik, who had a bad feeling, could turn his head, someone suddenly came up next to him and whispered.

"Let's start something new, buddy."

"Wow! This is a surprise!"

Galvarik was terrified and quickly retreated.

When I came to my senses and looked ahead, I saw Jiselle standing there with a calm expression on her face.

'Miss… …I heard you said you wanted to have fun.'

Galvarik thought he had been talking nonsense, but even if he had kept his mouth shut, nothing would have changed.

A person like Jiselle who had to personally check everything to feel better could not have been unaware of the progress of work.

"You've worked hard. It seems like the territory is starting to stabilize, so let's start the next task."

"No, what else do you plan on doing? We need to expand our residences and workshops, so why don't we do that after we're done with that?"

"You can leave it to other people now and it will be fine. You just have to check for any problems here and there."

After the technicians in the Cavaldi area learned new techniques and were brought in in large numbers, and the number of administrative officials increased, things began to run smoothly.

There was a constant supply of food, so the workers were motivated and did more work.

Of course, if the dwarves kept getting involved, the speed should get faster, but the efficiency wasn't as good as it was at first.

Jiselle was now ready to move on to her next, really important plan.

Galvarik and the dwarves slumped their shoulders and wore gloomy expressions.

"Okay, what is it this time?"

"We will start developing new technologies."

"New technology? What technology?"

Whenever they heard the word new technology, the dwarves' eyes lit up.

Although I had been doing a lot of work, I was starting to get a little bored. It was because I was busy and it was getting closer to simple labor.

Jiselle said with a slightly arrogant expression.

"I'm going to make an alloy. An alloy that's as strong as steel, but much lighter."

"Did I hear you correctly? An alloy? Are you really going to make something like that?"

"Yes. I haven't tried it because I lacked the skills, but now that I have more than enough, I'm going to try. I know a little bit about it."

"Ohhhhh!"

The dwarves were so surprised that they screamed.

Alloys aren't something just anyone can make.

Although countless blacksmiths, alchemists, and magicians have attempted to make steel, mankind has yet to advance beyond the level of steel.

The problem is not only the lack of smelting and processing technology, but also the lack of knowledge of the mixing ratio of materials.

No noble would sponsor a project that took a long time to complete, required enormous amounts of money, and had an uncertain chance of success.

The dwarves' hearts began to beat again.

Alloys are the flower of metallurgy.

It is said that the dwarves were the ones who created the first bronze and steel. If this lord could show a new way, he could achieve a feat that would be recorded in history.

Galvarik, in particular, was more excited than anyone else.

Since childhood, his wish was to create an alloy of new materials.

As I grew older and came to terms with reality, the dreams I had forgotten began to surface again.

"Do you know of a really new alloy method?"

Galvarik's tone became very humble again. He was that thirsty for knowledge.

Jiselle snickered and began writing something down for the dwarves.

The names of various minerals, such as iron, graphite, tin, and alum crystals, were listed. The order in which they should be smelted was also written down.

But the dwarves tilted their heads at the sight of it. Something about the explanation was lacking.

"Well… … how do I separate these ingredients and adjust the proportions? And I also don't know how much heat is needed… … ."

When a dwarf asked with a look of surprise, Giselle clicked her tongue and said.

"Do you want me to feed you everything? It's not a perfected technology yet. That's why research is needed. Wouldn't even this much help?"

That's right. The most difficult part is figuring out what ingredients to use, and the detailed process can be figured out after a few experiments.

As the dwarves nodded in understanding, Giselle let out a sigh of relief.

In fact, Giselle didn't know the process, so she only told me up to this point.

'How did I memorize all that?'

I remembered this because Claude had made such a fuss about it being a skill that was absolutely necessary in his previous life.

Even as such conversations were going on, Galvarik was staring intently at what Giselle had written down.

After staring at the paper for a while, his face gradually turned red and his hands began to shake.

"How does your lord know this?"

Galvarik often had the idea of mixing things together to create an alloy on his own.

Because that was my only hobby in my boring daily life.

However, the list that Jiselle had written down contained most, if not all, of the ingredients she had thought of.

Jiselle had filled in the gaps that had been missing. All she had to do for the rest was experiment as she had planned.

The similarity was so creepy that Galvarik grabbed Giselle by both arms and shook her.

"Is this what the Lord thought? Can we really create a new alloy like this?"

'You, actually you made it.'

That's right. It was Galvarik who created the new alloy in his previous life.

It was for this very reason that he strongly urged the slave traders to bring Galvarik first.

After the chaos engulfed the continent, humanity's technology to fight against it had no choice but to develop rapidly.

And in that chaotic world, Galvarik finally achieved his lifelong wish.

But you can't say that you created it in the future, so Giselle slightly averted her gaze and said.

"It's just… … there's a legendary blacksmith… … ."

"Oh! Who is that? I have never heard such a great title in my life!"

'It's you, it's you, it's you.'

"Please let me meet you just once!"

'Just look in the mirror… … .'

Galvarik grabbed Giselle's arms and shook them, but even Giselle could not be allowed to meet the 'Legendary Blacksmith'.

So, as always, I just talked around a bit.

"No, I happened to see it in a book written by a self-proclaimed legendary blacksmith. I read the book when I was young, so I lost it."

Then Galvarik looked a little disappointed.

"Then you don't know if this is really possible?"

"Absolutely possible. So start researching right away. This is something only you can do."

Another dwarf asked cautiously at Giselle's confident words.

"Why is it only us who can do this? And why, even though you knew it, you never tried it before?"

"This is extremely difficult to process and refine. It would be nearly impossible without the skills of the dwarves. And even if it were to be extracted, the heat conductivity… was that what you said? Anyway, it's so low that it's difficult for ordinary blacksmiths to even make a proper fastener."

The dwarves looked at Giselle with extremely suspicious eyes.

You've never made it before and only know the theory, but don't you know the problems after production?

But you brought dwarves to solve that problem?

There has never been a contradiction like this one.

But Jiselle continued to speak confidently, as if asking what the problem was.

"The legendary blacksmith said he was on the verge of success. The materials are reliable, so it's worth researching. If he succeeds, he'll truly be the first on the continent. It's worth the challenge."

It was a contradictory statement, but the dwarves could not refute it when it was said this way.

Jiselle sighed inwardly.

They will be much more receptive if you convince them that you planned it yourself.

But I didn't want to go that far.

'You can't just take someone else's credit. You wouldn't know it if it wasn't right in front of you.'

It is not in one's nature to insist that one created something when the person who developed it is right in front of one's eyes.

Jiselle said, pointing to Galvarik.

"I appoint Galvarik as the person in charge of production. And if production is successful… … the name of the alloy will be Galvanium."

"Oh!"

Galvarik clenched his fists.

It was an opportunity to fulfill a lifelong dream, and it gave me the foundation and inspiration to achieve quick success.

Development itself is a historic feat, and if it is successful, they say they will even give it their name. If you still can't do it, you are not worthy of being a dwarf.

"My lord! I will achieve this even if it means risking my life!"

Galvarik, who had consumed a lethal dose of emotion, shouted as if he was pledging loyalty.

Jisel, as befitting a lord, patted Galvarik on the shoulder and spoke.

"Okay, hurry up. There's no time."

"...yes."

The dwarves moved in unison and began their research right away.