CH 131

“One hundred years of transition…..”

Julien ruminates on Cain’s words.

Cain, who had been trying to snigger at Julien’s hand, quickly removed it when he felt the warmth of his hand rising.

He raised his elbow tips and showed his open hand fluttering at the side of his face.

“Yes, it’s the next transition.”

Cain stood up and pulled out his study desk chair and sat across the back.

He crossed his arms over the backrest and rested his chin on it.

“Assuming that in six years we have prepared the minimum facilities necessary for the transition. The general population and the families of those involved in politics would come later. Can a city with only those who run the country and no citizens really be called a royal city?”

Cain asks with a loose smile on his face.

“The city will be built in a chaotic manner, with houses, stores, and public facilities increasing in number, and the facilities that are later found to be necessary may be located far away from the royal castle. A city built “for the time being” by rush construction will develop as it is. It will be a very, very useless city.”

He knocked his head on his arm and continued to stare at Julien’s face.

“If we aim to move the capital in one hundred years, we will have plenty of time to prepare. We are still in our first year and twelve years old. There is still time before Julien succeeds to the throne, isn’t there? I know you are busy enough as a prince, but compared to the king, you have a lot of free time, don’t you?”

“I have been told to give priority to my studies. I am also told to make connections for my own good.”

“That’s good. Let’s make connections.”

Cain twisted his upper body in his chair and took out a textbook from his bag on the desk. The first page of the political science textbook was opened to the first page and the eyes fell on it.

“Let’s see. Which department is effective in building the city? I see that there is no Ministry of Public Works… Yuum doesn’t have a civil engineering ministry. Is this, the building department, what it is called? Is there a son of a major figure in the building department or a son of a major figure in the school? Or the son of a minister in the Education Department, or the son of a minister in the Distribution and Trade Department? Well, what about the rest? Are there any sons or daughters of the estate closest to that witch’s village in the school? Are there any sons of nobles who have trading houses with branches in various parts of the country, or sons of nobles who are well-versed in the forestry business?”

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“Yes.”

Cain looks happy as he looks away from his textbook and turns to Julien.

“The political positions in the country are not hereditary. The sons of those who are currently working in the castle do not necessarily hold that position in the future.”

“I see, so it’s the same as in Rimut Blake. So, you should look for and be friends with young people who are aiming for such a position in the future!”

“That’s kind of calculating… how about becoming a friend because you can use it? Don’t you hate it?”

“It’s a huge undertaking that will take a hundred years. You need to be with people you can trust and rely on and walk with, don’t you? Let’s build a city together! If you can be friends and talk about it, then I think that relationship is a friend.”

Boss and subordinate, king and subject, and friend. It doesn’t mean that you can’t be both. Besides, he is a student now. The relationships you make while you’re a student are friends, Cain thinks.

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be friends with people who aren’t useful to the capital.”

“I understand.”

“It’s just that the reason you become friends is because you are in the same class, or because you sat next to each other in the cafeteria and had a good conversation, or because you were partners in gymnastics, or because you are someone who might think about the transition with you.”

Julien put his hands together so that his fingertips were touching each other, put his forehead on them, and started to growl.

He seemed to be thinking hard about what Cain had said, mumbling something.

Julien was probably called to the royal palace and told that it was time to make a decision about the transfer of the capital. He was also told, “Choose one of the candidate cities to move to.” There is no other choice.

He may have been told to give up on the idea of moving to a new city because he was so shocked and depressed when Cain told him that it was impossible to move to a new city.

It had been a while since he entered the noble school in Sylirium, but it seemed that Julien had not yet decided which nobleman he was going to be a part of his future entourage.

It seems that Julien has a younger brother in the same grade, but Cain had never seen him. Incidentally, Yurphilis, who was with him in the school cafeteria, seems to be Sillylea’s younger brother. Yurphilis’ mother was Sillylea’s nanny. When Sillylea becomes a prince-queen and eventually a queen, she wants to be a maid of honor.

She is studying hard for that purpose, and the tea she makes is said to be exquisite.

It almost seems certain that Julien is the next king, but it seems that Julien is not the ‘crown prince’ at the moment. The nobles may be holding off on how they want their son to stand.

“Master Julien.”

Cain called out to Julien, who was mumbling, his head gradually lowering and his forehead almost touching his knees.

Julien, who had been absorbed in his own world, looked up, and looking into his eyes, Cain appealed to him with all his emotion.

Julien looked up from his world and looked into Cain’s eyes and appealed to him emotionally. He was hungry.

“Would you like to go to the cafeteria for now? I’m hungry.”

Looking out the window, the sky had already turned a deep red, with a gradation of indigo at the top.