How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom: Volume 1

by Dojyomaru

  As if cutting through that peaceful afternoon, a white horse galloped down the cobblestones.

  The horse was spurred on by a beautiful young girl in a red military uniform that looked like it could have come out of The Rose of Versailles. She was sixteen or seventeen years old with fair skin, and platinum blonde hair that streamed behind her in the wind. Her tight-fitting uniform accentuated the well-balanced lines of her body.

  A beautiful girl riding a white horse made for a picturesque scene in its own right. The people she passed on her way let out gasps of admiration, which turned to cheers when they realized she was their country’s princess.

  “Congratulations on your betrothal, Princess!”

  “We wish you happiness!”

  The people sent her their warmest regards, with no idea how she herself felt about the matter. Of course, it was unlikely she could hear them now, anyway.

  “Father, Mother... Please, be safe!” she, Liscia Elfrieden, whispered to herself with a pained look on her face.

  “Father! What is the meaning of this?” Liscia demanded, raising her voice at the sight before her.

  The king’s bedroom. It was a room large enough that the king-sized bed did not dominate it, and each and every piece of furniture was exquisitely designed. Originally, this bedroom had been meant to be the private quarters of the royal couple, so it should have been turned over to Souma when he ascended the throne, but Souma hadn’t wanted to go through the trouble of moving in, so he had given permission for the former royal couple to stay, and they were still using it. Souma, incidentally, had brought a simple bed into the governmental affairs office and slept there.

  When Liscia ran into that room, out of breath, she was greeted by the sight of her parents not only elegantly enjoying tea on the attached balcony, but dipping scones in cream, raising them up to each other’s mouths, and saying:

  “Say ah, darling.”

  “Ah.”

  and feeding each other.

  Liscia fell to the ground, but quickly stood back up, and marched up to the former king, Albert, with anger in her eyes.

  “Father, when I heard your throne had been usurped, I hastened back from my patrol outside the capital! So, why is it that I now find you two feeding each other without a care in the world?!”

  Liscia, in addition to her title as a princess (though, following the abdication, she was now the new king’s betrothed), had also graduated from officers’ school and held an officer’s rank in the army. She was not especially high in the ranks, but due to her high birth, she was often tasked with attending royal army funerals, or with other missions of a special nature. This time, she had been on a regional patrol, so upon hearing of her father’s abdication, she had rushed to the capital.

  “There was no usurpation, really. I abdicated of my own will,” her father said calmly.

  “Why would you suddenly do that?!”

  “I had become certain that that man would make a better king for this nation than I. This is a decision that I came to as the one entrusted with this country, and I take full responsibility for it. I will tolerate no objections.”

  In that one moment, Liscia saw the dignified authority of the man who had, until just recently, carried a nation on his shoulders, and found herself unable to object any further. “Urkh... But how could you decide my engagement without even consulting me?”

  “You may discuss that between yourselves. The betrothal was something I forced on him to begin with. If you do not want it, I doubt Sir Souma will force the matter.”

  “Motheeeer!” Liscia shouted. She turned to her mother for help, but Elisha just smiled.

  “Meet Sir Souma for yourself first. This is your life, so you must decide what you will do with it yourself. Whatever your decision is, we will respect it.”

  With not even a straw to grasp at, Liscia’s shoulders slumped.

  She departed the room of the former royal couple and walked quickly across the palace.

  It had been some weeks since she had left this palace for her regional patrols. Something about the palace she had been away from for a few weeks caught her attention. Many of the servants were running around... The guards, the maids, the bureaucrats, even the ministers... anyone and everyone was running. The sight of pudgy ministers running about and gasping with sweat beading on their foreheads was so surreal that she could only stare, dumbfounded.

  It hadn’t been like this before. The castle she remembered had been a place so relaxed that it felt as if time just flowed slower there. The maids, the ministers... everyone would walk slowly, and it was so quiet you could hear the palace guards training in the courtyard from anywhere in the palace. Hadn’t Liscia joined the officers’ academy because she had been sick and tired of that atmosphere?

  But what now? No matter where she went in the castle, the sound of footsteps echoed.

  Liscia called out to one of the maids who was rushing past. “Can I have a moment?”

  “Why, Princess! How may I be of service?” the maid asked, slowing.

  “Um... Everyone in the castle seems to be in an awful hurry. Is there something happening?”

  “No? Nothing in particular.”

  “Are you sure? It felt like everyone was rushing to do something...”

  “I am. Ah, but, perhaps it is our new king’s influence. When we see how that man works, it makes us feel bad if we don’t work, too. I couldn’t stand to be slow myself, either... Ah, I’m in the middle of something right now, so I will take my leave!”

  “I-I see... Do your best.”

  As she watched the maid speed off, Liscia was dumbfounded.

  For him to make even the maids feel this way, just how hard does the new king work?! Just what kind of guy have I gotten myself betrothed to?!

  Liscia found herself wanting to bury her head in her hands all the more.

  At last, she came to the king’s governmental affairs office. When she opened the door, the first thing that she saw was a mountain of paperwork. On a desk large enough that two fully-grown adults could have slept atop it, the papers were piled high and looked ready to spill over. That was not all. When she looked around, she saw a number of bureaucrats sitting at another long table, fighting a losing battle with yet more bundles of paperwork.

  As Liscia stood there, dumbfounded, a young man spoke to her from the other side of the mountain of paper.

  “You, whoever just came in.”

  “...Huh?! What?!” Snapped back to her senses, Liscia had let out a strange cry, but the speaker didn’t seem to care at all.

  “Can you read? Can you do math?”

  “D-Don’t mock me! I’ve certainly been taught that much!”

  “Well, perfect. Get over here and help me with the work.”

  “Just who do you think you are, asking me to help...?”

  “Just do it. That’s a royal order.”

  Saying this, the person behind the paper mountain stood up.

  Now, finally, for the first time, the two came face to face. This was the first meeting between the new king, Souma, and his betrothed, Liscia.

  Liscia would later describe her first impression of him as “a young man with tired eyes.”

  ◇　◇　◇

  In stories where a hero is summoned to another world, the hero sometimes gains powers as a result of being summoned. It seemed the people in this world all had some ability to use magic, and so where was the harm in hoping I might have gained the ability to use magic, too? Technically, I had been summoned here as a hero.

  So, right after I had had the throne ceded to me, some priestly-looking guys carried out an inspection of my abilities.

  Apparently there were various types of magic that people could use, and they had devices that could test it. This one looked kind of like a stone slate. When a person touched the slate, that person’s magic type and abilities were displayed in that person’s head. Not even the people of this world understood the principles behind how it worked, but it seemed t
here were a fair number of these sorts of out-of-place artifacts in this world.

  So, I got my diagnosis, and here was the power I’d gained:

  [The Power to Transfer Consciousness Into an Object and Manipulate It]

  It was an ability that let me transfer my consciousness into objects I touched, and I could manipulate up to three of them simultaneously.

  It sounded more like a psychic power than magic, but the lighter the object, the more freely I could control it. I could get an overhead view of whatever I was controlling, as well. What was more, in addition to my own consciousness, I could have that object move under an independent consciousness, as well. Using an object as a medium like this, I could think about multiple things at the same time.

  While there was the limitation that I could only move around things close to me, being able to make things move around at will was neat. Like I was triggering a poltergeist effect.

  So, that was why I named my ability “[Living Poltergeists].” Sounds like I have a case of middle school syndrome, maybe?

  Having gained my [Living Poltergeists], one thing immediately came to mind:

  “This is going to be so useful for doing paperwork!”

  ...Yeah. Copying my consciousness into three pens, I could review multiple documents simultaneously with parallel thinking, and by manipulating those three pens, I could sign off on them. Man, ever since I learned I had this ability, I’ve gotten so much more work done. Actually, without that ability, the giant mountain of paperwork that had piled up in the confusion since I had been given the throne would probably have buried me in an avalanche by now.

  ...Yeah. I know what you want to say. I get an ability, and it turns out to be mostly good for handling deskwork more smoothly?

  While I was getting good use out of it, whenever I thought about it as a hero’s power, I could only think, “How did things turn out like this?” I mean, even if I hadn’t gotten super powerful magic that would let me take on hordes of enemies at the same time, I’d have liked some defensive magic that would at least let me protect myself.

  ...Well, wishing for things I couldn’t have wasn’t going to get me anywhere. And it was, as a matter of fact, a useful power to me.

  Today, as usual, I was fighting the mountain of paperwork with my [Living Poltergeists]. While I was doing so, someone entered the room with a thunderous noise that sounded like they’d tried to kick down a perfectly good door. When I peeked through a gap in the paper mountain, I saw it was a young woman in a military uniform.

  With her regular features, skin so pale as to be translucent, and silky platinum blonde hair, she was so gorgeous that at any other time I would have been captivated by her beauty. However, having pulled three consecutive all-nighters, I saw not a beautiful girl but just a new source of labor.

  After calling her over and practically forcing her to sit next to me, I pushed two stacks of paper in her direction. “Please compare these two sets of documents and look for places where the values, or the number of items, don’t agree and mark them.”

  “Huh? What? What kind of work is this?”

  “What, you ask? Digging for buried treasure. That’s what.” I explained to the perplexed girl in uniform. “For ‘unaccounted-for expenditures,’ to be precise. One pile is requests for budgetary appropriations, the other is income and expenditures reports. Even if the amount requested and the amount spent match, if the number of items differs, that can be indicative of either wasteful investment undertaken to fully use up their budget, or embezzlement disguised as investment. We’ll check those, and if any laws have been broken, we’ll make each of the responsible parties pay to make up the loss. If we uncover personal embezzlement, we will mandate repayment, and in the event they cannot pay, we will arrest the offender and seize their assets.”

  “U-Understood.”

  Perhaps she had been intimidated by the threatening air of a man who had gone without sleep, because the girl nodded along as I talked.

  Good.

  Perhaps around two hours passed with her working quietly next to me.

  At last, the girl in military uniform spoke to me, her hands never ceasing their work of checking documents as she did. “...Hey.”

  “What? If you’re tired, you can take a break whenever.”

  “No, that’s not it... I haven’t introduced myself yet. I am Liscia Elfrieden. The daughter of the former king, Albert Elfrieden.”

  I stopped moving my pen. “...You’re the princess, huh?”

  “I don’t look like one?”

  “You were in uniform, so I didn’t notice. But... Yeah, maybe you do look princess-y.”

  At this point, she finally made me take note of how attractive she was.

  “I’m... Souma Kazuya. Technically, I’m the new king.”

  Liscia turned to face me. She was pretty close, and we looked into one another’s eyes. Unlike me, who was just taken aback, her golden eyes seemed like they were trying to evaluate me. After we looked into one another’s eyes for some time, Liscia slowly opened her mouth.

  “I’m not a princess anymore. Because you usurped the throne, my current position is a little unclear.”

  “Usurped...? Your father pushed the throne and all his duties off on me, I’ll have you know. Honestly, why do I have to go through all this pain and hassle?”

  “...Seriously, what happened? I know you’re the summoned hero, but how did that suddenly turn into you taking the throne?”

  “You tell me. I just did what I felt I needed to in order to protect myself...”

  I explained what had happened around the time of the summoning ceremony to Liscia.

  When I had been summoned to this world, I’d been on the verge of being handed over to the Empire. The king hadn’t seemed enthusiastic about the idea, but, seeing as he had no other plan, if the Empire had put pressure on him to do it, he probably wouldn’t have had any other choice. There had been no telling what might happen to me if I was turned over to the Empire, so I had asked the king to choose the “do not hand over the hero” option.

  My proposal to the king and prime minister was that they pay the war subsidies to buy time, and with that time, push forward with policies that would build a strong and prosperous country. If they were saying “hand over the hero in place of war subsidies,” all we had to do was pay the subsidies. If we did that, they would lose any justification for interfering in our affairs. It was not an actual threat, no matter what it seemed like. To keep up appearances, the Empire would not insist on it any further. That was my reasoning. We would use the time bought this way to pursue country-strengthening policies which would let us stand on equal terms with the Empire.

  The two of them had had objections, of course. They had said this country had no means to pay the war subsidies. But, after inspecting the materials they brought me, I was able to show that if we sold off some state-owned facilities, enacted caps on government spending, and the king turned over some of his “personal assets,” it would be possible to pay.

  I had gotten into the university’s School of Socioeconomic Studies (with the subject I had selected for the socio- part of the entrance exam being World History, by the way), and my dream for the future had been to become a local government employee. This was all within my field of expertise.

  Hearing this plan, the king had taken on a ponderous expression, but the prime minister, Marx, had been enthusiastic. He must have ultimately decided that, rather than turn over the hero to preserve the status quo, enacting economic reforms was more likely to leave the country with a future. The king became more enthusiastic as we went on.

  As the guy who suggested it, I knew I’d probably be expected to put in a lot of the work on those reforms, but only as a single bureaucrat in the finance ministry... that was what I had thought.

  “And then he pushed the throne off on me.”

  “Um, well... Sorry.”

  “It’s nothing you need to apologize for. If anything, you’re a victim in all th
is, suddenly finding yourself engaged to me.”

  “Well, yeah... Wait, huh? Which of us is higher-ranked now? Do I need to be super polite and formal?” She looked unsure of whether she should speak to me as a commoner would to a king, or as a princess who was candidate to be queen.

  “...We can keep it casual, I guess?” I said.

  “...Sure.”

  “Also, don’t worry about the betrothal thing. I’m just holding onto the throne for now. I’ll probably quit this whole king gig in a few years, anyway.”

  “Huh? Why?!”

  “Because I only ever planned to work hard enough to earn the subsidies for the Empire so that I wouldn’t be turned over. Now that I’ve been handed the throne, I’ll do enough to get this country on the right track, but after that, I’ll leave it to the people of this country to handle the rest. Of course, we can tear up the engagement then.”

  I gave Liscia a reassuring smile.

  ◇　◇　◇

  “I’ll probably quit this whole king gig in a few years anyway.” My eyes went wide when I heard Souma say that.

  He makes it sound so simple. Does he even realize how difficult that would be?

  Even someone like myself, who had focused so much on military matters that my political knowledge was a bit weak, could see the situation our country was in. I believe the word was “checkmate.” Food shortages, economic malaise, the influx of refugees caused by the invasion of demons, plus pressure from the Gran Chaos Empire. We had nothing but uncertainty bearing down on us.

  For that reason, I could somewhat understand my father’s decision to immediately abdicate the throne to someone he sensed was more capable. But still. Considering all that, was it even possible to get this country back on track? Even supposing he somehow could, would the people allow a king who had accomplished such a great feat to retire so easily?