Chapter 236

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Chapter 236 After the first war council meeting, the nobles, who had been busy increasing and collecting taxes from their fiefs, couldn’t help but furrow their brows upon seeing the recruitment notice for the army put forth by the royal direct jurisdiction. “Raising armies with the taxes is meant to stabilize the kingdom?” “Is the king out of his mind?” “More to the point, what does he plan to do with such a sizable army? Even the established forces of Clan Maclaine and Esperanza are formidable...” And such trepidations brought many of them together in one place. “Thank you for the invitation, Count.” “Oh, Sir Hamel, you’ve arrived at the right time.” Jack Juan greeted the noble who had come to pay his respects and quickly turned away with a smooth smile. Although the meeting had been called under serious circumstances, he was quite pleased. Due to the king’s repeated misrule, the nobles had found a focal point, and it happened to be himself. ‘The king is foolish. How he ever came to be called a hero is beyond me.’ Had he, Jack Juan, held the power of both Clan Maclaine and Esperanza, he would have appeased and gently led the surrounding nobles, eventually turning them into his loyal supporters. In just a few years, the whole kingdom would have been the king’s loyal subjects. ‘Taxes and now an army, tsk tsk, one foolish act after another. Well, good for me.’ As the seemingly absolute power of the new king gradually waned, Jack Juan found himself becoming the central figure among the nobles opposing the king. The prospect of this thrilling accomplishment was becoming a reality before his eyes. With the disappearance of the Dukes’ and Marquises’ families, except for the two families that served as the king’s arms, the title of Count wielded influence beyond its nominal power. Of course, the biggest reason for this was his own actions. “Oh! Count Ivan, it’s been some time.” “Ha-ha, haven’t seen you since the war council. I was deeply impressed with you then.” “Ha-ha, it was nothing. Just ensuring the rightful powers of us nobles.” Even Ivan Claude, a fellow Count, had to humble himself upon entry, making Jack Juan feel the weight of his imminent rise to power. “Ladies and gentlemen of esteemed nobility, thank you for answering my humble invitation. As the times are fraught with uncertainty, it is imperative that we nobles of pure blood unite our strength to overcome these adversities. May this gathering lay the foundation stone for a long and prosperous journey.” The room erupted in applause at Jack Juan’s words, but the warm atmosphere was soon punctured by a clear, cutting voice. “Skip the formalities; the king sharpens his blade against us. What’s the plan, Count Jack?” Count Mike Terroda, one of the few remaining Counts in the kingdom, unabashedly expressed his unease. Jack Juan gracefully smiled, despite sensing Mike Terroda’s ill feelings—stemming from his discontent with the nobles assembling at the Juan family estate instead of his own. However, the words from Jack Juan rendered Mike Terroda’s remarks inconsequential. “Ha-ha, there’s no need for grave concerns, Count Mike.” “What?” Mike’s face twisted, along with the puzzled expressions of the other nobles. “The king is amassing an enormous force. Is that not cause for alarm? Knights are even abandoning their fiefs to join his army! Are we gathered here to jest?” Count Mike Terroda’s interjection drew sympathetic nods from many, including those who were neutral or aligned with Clan Maclaine. The king’s recent moves had been so striking that even his staunchest supporters were feeling anxious. Yet, Jack Juan’s composed smile did not fade amid the questioning gazes. “It seems we will be able to meet the budget. Even if we raise 50,000 troops according to plan, with support from Maclaine and Esperanza, we can manage, albeit tightly. We have ‘that,’ after all.” Dark circles under his eyes, Dwayne could not help but smile. ‘I’ve hit the bottom with this hellish depletion of funds. Somehow, I’ve managed it!’ He wanted to praise himself, but his sovereign, who seemed to know nothing but spending, again turned everything upside down with an outrageous idea. “We’ll have to use that mana stone for a few months elsewhere.” “Ah. Ha-ha-ha, don’t joke like that. Ha-ha-ha. Ha...” Dwayne tried to laugh it off, but the seriousness in those red eyes stared straight at him. “Damn it.” His heartfelt efforts to contain it were fruitless, and his inner turmoil burst out. “Are you trying to see if I really die from overwork?! Is that it?! Would you rather slit my belly open?! It’s impossible! I can’t! Absolutely not!” Despite his ferocious opposition... “And get more budget to build another dam. On the barren land obstructed by the mountain range west of the royal territory — where the Tenon River doesn’t flow because of those mountains.” “You don’t mean...” “Let’s try the mana water farming method in both the royal direct jurisdiction and Esperanza’s territory for another three months. Let’s tighten the belts a bit more, Dwayne. Hmm?” “Again?! Why now of all times! What’s with starting so many projects with a limited budget?! Have you lost your mind since ascending to the throne?!” His desperate pleas went unheard, and the administrator’s outrage crossed the line. Nevertheless, the king, fully aware of the unreasonable demands he was making, simply chuckled without blaming his vassal—instead calmly persuading him with his words. “This year, our territory has proven that the mana water farming method can last a decade. Just endure a few more months with the dam construction, and we’ll have more than enough food to sustain the army starting next harvest.” “Uh-uh.” Dwayne’s complexion wavered by the minute, unable to easily calm down. Yet, Logan resolutely pushed his case. “The existence of the mana stone mine is still a secret between us and the dwarves. To firmly secure everything in the kingdom within a year, this is the best course. It will take three months. Let’s do this.” “Our territory...” “Hm?” “Our territory, I mean, the Maclaine territory, won’t consider raising the leaseholders’ taxes despite the general increase. You know that, right?” “Uh-huh. I’m aware.” As Dwayne was about to continue that this was all thanks to the mana water farming... “If you intend to carry out the Prince’s plans, then just like the other territories, Maclaine will have to increase taxation, burdening the people of our territory. Does that mean anything to you, Your Majesty?” Suffocating words. Although it was an expected opposition, hearing about the emotions of the people from his homeland from Dwayne was something Logan couldn’t easily respond to. Nevertheless. “...One year. A year will be enough. I’ll set everything back on course before next harvest and before winter.” Logan’s troubles were evident as he spoke, and Dwayne reluctantly nodded, though his countenance remained somber.

Chapter 236

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