I’ll Make the Marsh Territory Prosper!
“What’s this, Kaito? Was napple still a bit too early for you? Well? What do you think of napple? This is increeedibly precious, you know. His Majesty was gracious enough to share it with us. And three slices, no less!”
Huh? Just three slices? Isn’t that stingy? Wait, His Majesty means the king, right? The king of an entire country only gives us three slices? How stingy is that? Be generous and give us a whole one!
“You see, Kaito. A single fruit costs as much as building this mansion. Now you understand how valuable it is, don’t you?”
Is that so? Seriously?
“Yeah!”
I was shocked at how much napple was worth, sure… but there’s a His Majesty? A king?!
This is getting even more fantasy!
I got so excited I started flailing my arms and legs. Totally forgot about the sourness of the napple in my excitement.
But, yeah. It was still sour. So sour my eyes started watering. Ah~ no, I didn’t cry because Mama scolded me for having bad manners or anything.
It was just too sour to handle. I only took a tiny bite.
And I spat it out.
“Oh my, Kai-kun, you mustn’t spit it out.” There she goes, ,Mama scolded me again.
And then it happened. Papa picked up the napple I had bitten and spat out… and tossed it into his own mouth.
Ugh… Papa, that’s gross! I made a face, and Papa caught my eye.
“What is it, Kaito? Didn’t it suit your taste? Then Papa will eat it for you. It was bestowed upon us by His Majesty, after all. If we left it uneaten, that’d be lèse-majesté. Papa’s head would roll.”
What?! Just for that, your head would roll? Seriously? Kings are terrifying!!!
As I sat there in shock, Papa gently patted my head with his big hand. He smiled at me with kind eyes.
“It’s all right. No matter what happens, Papa will protect Amana, Kaito, and Ariana.”
Papa will protect us… Just that one sentence filled me with happiness. Yeah. My Papa is the coolest in the world.
All right. Someday, I’ll definitely go harvest napple for my family. And I’ll make it taste even better. I’ll improve the variety until it’s like the sweet-and-tart but delicious pineapple from my previous life.
The food situation in this world couldn’t exactly be called good. Civilization was nowhere near Earth’s level. There might be spoken language, sure, but I bet there are tons of people who can’t write. The only ones who can probably write are nobles, and among commoners maybe merchants or a few wealthy elites. Just a tiny handful.
I’ll have to do something about that, too.
The ones who understand are probably exploiting the ones who don’t.
I’ll make our Marsh Territory prosper.
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