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Jiselle clicked her tongue and continued.

"I just know that it's necessary. So I'll do my research quickly and find a way. If you understand the concept, you can do it."

Alfoy immediately distorted his face.

'No, I was sick of the construction site dust, and now you want me to fight with chickens? I hate the smell! And you want me to teach you magic!'

It's annoying. Where in the world is there a wizard who studies things like incubators?

Other technicians should do such menial work!

When I was about to get angry and argue, Claude stepped forward first.

"Hearing this, it seems possible if the research is successful. But do we really have to do it now?"

"why?"

"Livestock will increase over time. The supply of meat will certainly increase as well. However, if the wizards are absent, the schedules for other tasks will inevitably be delayed."

"Let's gather more workers and get started. The urgent matters have already been resolved to some extent."

"There is plenty of food and no one is starving, so why is there a need to rush it? If we fail, we will only be wasting time."

"It's necessary. If you eat meat well, all soldiers and residents will become strong. You can also make a lot of combat rations with jerky."

"In that case, why don't you just make more weapons?"

"It is only a weapon if the one who uses it uses it well."

"Ugh… … ."

Claude groaned and shook his head.

In the past, I would have unconditionally opposed it, but not now. Since he has clearly said that he will become a permanent resident, it will definitely happen.

'It still feels like half-baked knowledge with only concepts… … But seeing you so confident tells me there's something there.'

Unlike Claude, Galvarik, a dwarf, accepted it as a given.

'Technology is one thing, but what really stands out is the idea and concept. I never thought of an incubator, but it sounds plausible. Oh, I want to eat a lot of meat too. I ate a lot when I was in other places.'

In any case, to others, obtaining meat was not an urgent matter. There were many other matters that had higher priorities.

However, for Jiselle, who was preparing for the coming war, all criteria had to be aligned with strengthening the territory's power.

In particular, beef jerky is easier to distribute than dried grains and is more effective in securing calories.

As Claude seemed to be convinced and moving on, Alfoy opened his mouth to ask again. But Vanessa's words were a beat faster.

"I'll try! Temperature control magic isn't hard, so I think I just need to research humidity-related magic. If I succeed, there will definitely be an abundance of meat and people will love it!"

Vanessa's expression was filled with enthusiasm.

She always wanted to help the estate. It was partly because she wanted to repay the favor she received from Giselle, but also because she was proud of the people who were happy as the estate developed.

Because she had lived a difficult life for a long time, she cared more about people than anyone else.

When Vanessa came out like that, Alfoy closed his mouth. If he had to do it anyway, he had to at least save his pride.

"Well… … If it's really necessary, I'll try to solve it. Alpoy, the fiery man who never gives up."

When he swept his hair and showed off, people gave him soulless applause again.

Because if magicians do well, things will decrease for them.

After confirming that the situation was roughly sorted out, Giselle gave Claude further instructions.

"Let's just mate the biggest and strongest chickens together. Let's improve the breed a little."

"Um… … . Okay."

"And as soon as the wizards' research is finished, the dwarves help develop the incubator."

Galvarik asked with wide eyes.

"Why us? Aren't we focusing on developing new materials now?"

"If we want to design something delicately to match the magic developed by the wizards, the dwarves should work on it first. Right? Just make one thing right. Then other craftsmen can learn and make it the same way."

"Ugh… … I understand."

Galvarik nodded with a look of disgust on his face, knowing that saying he wouldn't do it anyway wouldn't work.

In this way, wizards and dwarves were assigned new tasks semi-forcibly.

"Okay, let's move quickly this time too. It's definitely possible, so don't worry and just keep pushing."

The wizards and dwarves who had more work to do at Giselle's words went out with dead faces.

Fortunately, the others who didn't have any more work left with relieved faces.

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The development of a new incubator was bound to take some time.

So, Giselle planned to take care of other urgent matters in the meantime.

It was a problem regarding the person right in front of me.

"My lord, when are you going to let me go? Haven't you collected all the money yet? You said you would let me go if I helped you with the work."

Fiote came to Giselle's office and asked with a sullen expression. He was working hard here with the infinite potion.

Thanks to this, all work speeds have become several times faster. That was an undeniable fact.

Of course, it must be a real pain for Piote, who has lived comfortably his whole life and is now being forced to die here.

Jiselle looked at his pink hair and paused for a moment, lost in thought.

'Hmm… … No matter how I look at it, he's not an ordinary priest.'

It wasn't that he was hiding any sinister intentions or that he was hiding his identity, but he definitely had a unique characteristic that set him apart from other priests.

'The divine power increases too quickly?'

Divine power does not increase easily. It is largely innate.

Even if it increases, it will only increase very little by little, and the efficiency will only increase as you get used to using divine power.

No one knows its principles and structure. Since those born with divine power naturally become priests, it actually had little to do with religious beliefs.

'I heard that doing good deeds doesn't necessarily increase your divine power.'

It was a fact that had been verified for a long time.

Even if you do good deeds and strictly follow the doctrines, there is no significant change in the amount of divine power.

As a result, not all priests were good. They just pretended to be good for the sake of doctrine and appearance.

However, Piote's divine power was increasing noticeably. He didn't seem to notice it because he used it up every day to the point of running out.

'I'm getting closer and closer to the infinite potion. It's a shame to send it away.'

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Anyway, I originally planned to hold on to it for a longer time and then send it. But the more I looked at it, the more greedy I became.

At first, he would cry and beg me to let him go every day, but these days, he has been doing that quite a bit less.

With that thought in mind, Giselle glanced at Piote.

"Okay. Then when do you want to go? Can you send me right now? I'll even give you an escort."

"four?"

Piote was surprised by the sudden proposal.

I knew you wouldn't let me go today, so I just kept trying to sleep like I usually do. I thought you wouldn't let me go for the rest of my life, but you suddenly said something like that!

Of course, he wanted to go back right away. But he couldn't answer right away.

'If I go back… … the people here will have a hard time… … .'

Honestly, it's so hard. I want to run away right now.

But there were so many people here who needed his help. Thinking about the sick and suffering people, he couldn't bring himself to leave.

The outside of the temple was truly hell. Once I realized that, I couldn't just turn away and pretend not to know.

Because he was a priest who truly learned the mercy of the goddess.

Giselle smiled faintly as she watched Piote hesitating.

'I guess the time has not yet come.'

He must have grown up brightly, studying only doctrine since he was young. That's why he was so innocent and young.

I thought that if I had met him a little later, he would have been no different from ordinary priests.

After thinking for a while, Piote muttered quietly.

"Just a little bit… I'll help you a little more."

"Yeah, good idea."

Fiote moved back to help the people with a dead face.

As soon as he left the office, Giselle immediately took a piece of paper from the desk and smiled.

"You want to be here so badly, so I have to help you. How thoughtful of you, I am."

Jiselle immediately began to write a letter with sincerity.

[To our dear Bishop Porisco of the Order of Juana.

… … Unfortunately, the priest of Goddess Juana, Fiote, who came to help me, was directly hit 26 times by the enemy wizard's fireball attack… … . His body was not even found… … . The lord cannot help but feel sorry for him… … I offer my deepest apologies and pray that the deceased may rest in peace… … .

Bishop Porisco is Piote's immediate superior and the one who sent him here.

Jiselle, who was writing a letter, suddenly tilted her head and muttered.

"Is 26 too many? Can't you handle it?"

Even a decent knight would be exhausted if he was hit by a fireball 26 times straight on.

Even though the divine power was specialized in defense, Jiselle's standards were too high.

The problem is that we keep getting hit with it in the first place.

"Well, I don't think this is it."

Jiselle soon tore up the letter she was writing.

Although claiming someone is dead and forcibly detaining them is his preferred method, it leaves quite a bad taste in his mouth.

I wouldn't have wanted to do that to someone else, but to that innocent and kind Fiote who had done nothing wrong.

But it's been months already. If we delay any longer, someone from the Juana Church will come looking for us.

When that situation came up, Piote had no choice but to return.

"Hmm, I can't ask the royalist faction for help."

The church was even more closed and authoritarian than the Magic Tower. No kingdom could do anything it wanted.

If the nobles of the pro-Prince faction, who are in conflict with the Duke's family, put pressure on the religious order, it will only cause bigger problems.

In the first place, there was a high probability that the Marquis of Branford would refuse such a request.

"Then there is only one clean way."

The church itself sends Piotte.

I had some business to attend to in the capital city sooner or later anyway, so I thought I could take care of it all at once using this opportunity.

Giselle immediately called Lowell. This guy is just as smart and good at scheming as Claude.

As soon as Lowell arrived, Giselle spoke bluntly.

"You, you should go to the capital with me."

"Yes? Right now?"

"Okay. Let's go together with the cosmetics store this time."

"What's going on?"

Jiselle beckoned Lowell closer and whispered a few words into his ear.

Lowell, who had been listening, nodded several times with a meaningful expression before answering.

"Okay, I'll get ready to leave right away."

"Okay, let's go and come back quickly."

Jiselle and Lowell immediately packed their bags and headed to the capital.

This time, no one opposed or followed me to the capital. This was because the cosmetics supply was also an important business for the Fenris territory.

Since the war was over, everyone thought that he would go meet the pro-Prince nobles and let it slide.

There was no need to worry as the escort to the cosmetics store going to the Marquis of Branford was sufficiently strong.

Rosalind was surprised when Giselle brought the cosmetics herself.

"I didn't know the Baron would come in person! What on earth were he thinking, starting a war… ."

Just as she seemed about to start nagging, Giselle cut her off.

"Thank you for sending me the people. I am using it well."

"Well written, are those people still in Fenris?"

"Yes, they are very kind-hearted. They said they would help Yeongji for a few years and leave, feeling sorry for just leaving. So you don't have to look for them on purpose."

Rosalind tilted her head at those words.

I can help out for a little while. But how many years? What kind of person would do free volunteer work for years just because they feel sorry? And that's for 10 people?

"Is the priest with you? Oh, let's talk about the details inside. There are many things I've been curious about, such as the drought prediction."

"No, I'm busy right now. I'll come back later. Is the payment certain?"

'Does this kid really have nothing to talk about with me other than money?'

Rosalind was taken aback. The capital was in chaos because of the war, but the person who started the war felt like he had just gone for a walk.

It was so pathetic that I felt like I was causing such a fuss here.

Chorus.

Rosalind said, covering her face with her fan, leaving only her eyes wide open fiercely.

"The money is certain! Do I look like a swindler?! How can you look at people!"

"Oh, why are you getting angry? It's just a habit, a habit. Ahem, your personality is still the same. Then I'll come next time."

Giselle left the place as if she was going on a march. Rosaline grumbled for a while and then licked her lips.

"Am I that bad?"

Actually, she was extremely angry when she was receiving treatment. Even in her own opinion, she could almost be considered a crazy woman.

Still, the etiquette towards ladies is still a mess. If only it were half as good as the other princes and knights of the capital.

"Well, that kind of thing suits you well."

Rosalind let out a self-deprecating laugh, shook her head a few times, and returned to the mansion.

Giselle went straight to see Meriel. She was as happy to see him as Rosalind and tried to ask him questions, but Giselle said she was busy, so she could only listen to his business.

"You want to meet Bishop Porisco?"

"Yes. I heard that it is difficult to meet even nobles, so I would like you to arrange a meeting as quickly as possible."

"Okay, well… … Since it's a favor for my little brother, I'll try to make an appointment right away. Just wait a few days."

The wait wasn't that long. Thanks to Meriel, Giselle was able to easily meet with the bishop of the Order of Juana.

Bishop Porisco, sitting in the highest seat, looked down at Giselle with an arrogant expression.

He looked so fat that he had difficulty moving. His image was completely different from that of Piote.

"So, why did you want to see me?"