Become Tyrant On My Own Way

Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 15 – PEACE BEFORE RIPPLE

Ten days passed. I had received word from Ilene in advance that she had carried out my request so well that I would no longer have to worry about the fate of the Fernandes left there.


And even if that wasn't the case, the families left behind by the soldiers in all three counties, the mercenaries, the, as well as the original soldiers of the Painfinn City region can at least receive adequate condolences for them to carry out a farewell ceremony with their beloved families who died on the battlefield and to live a decent life for a while start a small business by supplying the rest of the condolence money.


At least, that's what I can do as a manifestation of my responsibility as a leader who has failed to protect the lives of his men on the battlefield.


Of course, even after, of course, the figure of all those who died on the battlefield will remain in my mind as a curse so that I can live in this guilt to not repeat the same mistake in the future.


So did the news from the holy temple, finally after a long wait, there also arrived a reply letter from them. But what I did receive was a rejection on the grounds that the health condition of the saints and their saints is currently bad everything.


Frankly, I doubt all of those answers. Is it possible that out of the twenty saints and saintesses that exist, they are all sick at the same time? Surely again the reason was because the request came from a figure who was greatly hated by the holy fire, an ice-hearted tyrant candidate who was far from the meaning of the warm holy fire.


‘Will I have to ask Brother for help on this issue?’ I murmured in my helplessness.


If it was Big Brother who made a request to the holy temple and mediated the matter, I'm sure they would agree immediately and Nunu could soon be healed.


Frankly, I feel sorry for Nunu who for having the wrong master like me, must also end up getting sentimental treatment even though his life is at stake.


Whatever it is I will do. No matter if I have to humble myself, as long as Nunu can be saved, then I will be fine with all of that.


I rested my body full of fatigue, not because of physical problems, but problems of mind, onto the back of the padded chair that I modified myself by combining ice magic and wind magic into a special wood material base that was clad in a low grade undead monster crystal core.


One of the things I am grateful for as a wasted prince in a rundown palace is that the palace freed me to determine and find myself a teacher to learn various skills. Thanks to him, I was able to freely learn magic, alchemy, and herbs without any interference.


The existence of the holy temple that kept watching me, not only were there bad things, but at some point, I also gained an advantage there.


Thanks to him, the supporters of the stronghold of Brother and also the stronghold of Leon who is in a cold war status in silence fighting for the position of the future heir to the king when Dad was still in good health wal’ aviat, he said, unable to keep an eye on my movements too much as it was limited by the holy temple.


It also allowed me more freedom. But well rather than freedom, it might be more precise to say that no one cares at all about the existence of this insignificant prince who has no power and a single supporter.


But that's okay, as long as I can get what I want. I can learn magic, alchemy, and even herbs at my will without any restrictions and even more compulsion.


But of course, there is a limit. I can't get a teacher of the caliber of the teachers belonging to Brother, Leon, and Ilene. I was only allowed to obtain teachers from among the commoners.


But at least thanks to that, I was more able to appreciate the lives of the common people and understood that behind the limitations of their status, their talent and passion to work better, they said, no less far than the noble teachers. Except for the limitations of their obtaining learning resources and teaching materials, their quality was no different from those noble teachers.


I smiled seeing him too. How not. The theory that had only been embedded in my head I was finally able to apply to real life and it really worked.


Agriculture becomes more fertile by applying the addition of livestock manure as additional material in the soil. Although many people initially denounced the crazy idea of which there was a sane prince who would think of taking advantage of the fecal remains of livestock. But I, Helios de Meglovia, the second prince of the Kingdom of Meglovia, had just done that crazy thing and it really worked.


Within ten days of its application, plant shoots grow to better leaf conditions with stronger plant stems.


Then the problems related to the waters of the city area including clean water, waste water, as well as the aquatic system of agricultural plants, also run well.


Thanks to the water system of agricultural crops that I was shaken, the city was able to save its clean water expenditure to reach 80 percent or more saving five times than before. This will certainly be very useful, especially for now when the dry season is crashing.


Unfortunately here, I am still applying my ice magic abilities in some places so it is possible for this project, only I can currently do it.


But it does not rule out the possibility in the future, that by supplying non-magic science products alone, this system can be improved better in the future. That is how humanity should be, it should always be full of motivation and desire to develop.


Switch to clean water supplies and wastewater reservoirs. I actually arranged it carefully so that the clean water was placed in a higher position than the wastewater reservoir. I made sure that none of the gaps in the wastewater flow would meet the flow of clean water.


This is to prevent the contamination of wastewater in clean water that can cause diseases that once appeared in the dark history of the kingdom that killed two-thirds of the royal population in just one week at two hundred years. By studying history, we are able to prevent the same tragedies from reoccurring.


Especially the problem of human feces, as the main source of the deadly disease that occurred two hundred years ago. I really made sure that I could not make the slightest contact with the activities of the citizens.


Therefore, I strictly forbid for the citizens of Painfinn City to throw their feces in the river, especially in the lake, including on the edges of the deserted road.


I'm so serious about that, though, to the point of issuing a new system I call a septic tank in which human waste is accommodated in a sealed container that is completely isolated from the outside world which is then when full, it will be taken care of for safe disposal by a special officer who has been trained in his field to a special place of disposal far from human life.


I'm really concerned that the project is in the next two months and it's about to go into a rainy season where, historically, it's at its peak where the deadly disease will hit.


Although it has never happened again since two hundred years ago on the continent of Ernoa, but last year, the, there have been incoming reports from one of my familiar that it resurfaced in the southern continent recently amid their population density which has suddenly increased rapidly over the past few years.


That's why I can't relax my guard. No one knows when the disease could return to the continent of Ernoa.


Then one last problem, about the formation of new defense soldiers coming from all three counties, the royal capital, as well as the mercenaries.