Chapter 57

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Yes, it's been a while since I collapsed, Kikunoe Koubutsu (who is almost six years old). How are you all doing?

Right now, I am on my bed, wearing only pumpkin pants, and my face and squishy tummy are being rubbed.

How did it come to this!?

No, it's because I collapsed. I understand.

"Marumaru, you have wrinkles on your forehead. Relax."

"Okay."

I can't.

My jiggly chin is being kneaded by slender fingers, coated with fragrant oil, and the excess fat is being massaged.

I feel like I've turned into a piece of fried chicken, but I'm sorry, Lala. No matter how much you knead me, I won't taste good because I'm all fat.

Well, that's not true.

I collapsed because I was thinking too hard, as usual.

This time, I woke up after about thirty minutes, which is faster than usual. I think this is the result of training my magical nerves.

When I woke up, I was greeted by a cacophony of sounds.

First, Regulus was crying, and while holding Regulus, So played a pale face.

"I told you to remember, and I did! It's okay, really!"

When I looked up, Mr. Romanov and Mr. Rottmayr nodded solemnly.

If that's the case, they probably took notes.

Feeling relieved, Mr. Viktor scanned me from head to toe with magic.

Thanks to that, I found out I had shoulder stiffness and cold hands and feet, as well as headaches caused by the shoulder stiffness.

Lala suggested that I might have been prone to outbursts because I had headaches.

"Maybe you couldn't express the pain in your head and shoulders well, which turned into stress and made you hysterical."

Mr. Rottmayr collapsed at this theory.

In the end, my cold hands and feet and shoulder stiffness were related to my obesity.

Before I nearly died from illness, I looked happy only when I was eating, so they didn't strongly discourage my overeating.

It was supposed to be a way to vent, but it backfired.

Raising children is really difficult.

Not to console the dejected Mr. Rottmayr, but according to Lala, many noble children become obese for the same reason.

Because of their pitiful circumstances, they are given a little more snacks. While this comes from kindness, it often leads to negative outcomes overall.

I was the template for the bad outcome.

However, thanks to that, I apparently consumed a balanced amount of nutrients, which is why my skin is soft and supple.

Now, here I am.

I am receiving an oil massage to relieve my shoulder stiffness and cold hands and feet.

It feels good, but it's embarrassing to expose my flabby body to someone else.

Especially when my excess belly fat is pinched, I feel so embarrassed that I want to crawl into a hole. Well, there is no hole, and I don't have the courage to run away in just pumpkin pants.

Anyway, when I try to objectively imagine my own appearance during such treatments, I feel like my soul might fly away. So I try to be in a state of nothingness.

Since there are no stains on the ceiling, I try to count the glass beads on the chandelier, and Lala's fingers start to massage my cheeks.

"Hey, Marumaru."

"Okay?"

"About what we were talking about earlier."

"Hmm?"

"Training craftsmen and protecting technology. And protecting interests and establishing laws for that... What do you want, Marumaru?"

What do I want, you say.

I just want to spread my handicraft skills to the people of the domain so they can do it as a side job.

But in this world where science hasn't advanced much, mass production is difficult, and everything has to be handmade. That's why I think craftsmen and technicians are important.

Especially new technologies are hard to create and even harder to pass on. The cost of training is not negligible, and establishing a technology as a technology is also difficult.

"Are you saying you want to create a law to monopolize technology?"

"No, the opposite. I don't mind if it's spread widely. In fact, I want it to be. But I want the costs paid to establish the technology to be compensated to the technicians and craftsmen. Just that. Everything has a cost. People can't live on respect alone."

"I see..."

"Also, visible rewards lead to motivation for the next step."

That's how technology develops.

To achieve this, it's necessary to promise to pay craftsmen and technicians who create technology, or to guarantee their right to request payment, or to protect the craftsmen and technicians themselves through law.

However, this must be a national law, not just a local law for Kikunoe. Otherwise, Kikunoe's craftsmen and technicians cannot be protected outside of Kikunoe.

In my previous life, there was a very beautiful glass craft called Venetian glass.

The authorities, fearing that the technology to produce this beautiful craft would leak, forcibly moved the craftsmen to an island and strictly monitored their entry and exit to protect and monopolize the technology.

However, even then, craftsmen were sometimes taken away by other countries that wanted the Venetian glass technology.

"I don't want to impose such a thing on Kikunoe's craftsmen, and if they are forcibly taken away, I won't hesitate to reclaim them by law. I will fight any large family with just means. But if we can pay the craftsmen and the families that protect them without monopolizing the technology, we can avoid unnecessary conflicts, right?"

"Well, that's true."

Lala seemed confused by the term "Venetian glass," but she seemed to understand when I explained it as "a craft from another world." It seems Mr. Romanov told her that I received wisdom from another world from the princess.

Now, the issue is the law.

Isn't this called a patent law?

In my previous life, I was indeed a civil servant, but patent law is far from my expertise, and I don't really understand it.

Civil servants are often thought to be good at law, but they are only strong in their own department. For example, my specialty was welfare.

Even living to my thirties, my knowledge is only this much.

My best friend read a "light novel" and told me about the settings.

There was a story where someone with modern knowledge time-travels or reincarnates and becomes invincible, but in reality, even if you reincarnate, having half-baked knowledge is like this.

It's not useful for anything... but that would bring bad luck.

At least, with this knowledge, I can eat and understand how much people care for me.

Just living is a big win and a gain. Yes.

More importantly,

I want a patent law or something like that.

How can I create such a law?

Lala's fingers, which were smoothing out the wrinkles on my forehead, stopped on my forehead.

I looked up, thinking the treatment was over, but my face showed a hint of caution.

The room's atmosphere suddenly changed, and Lala put her hand under my arm and lifted me up, then carried me off the bed.

As I was blinking, trying to understand what was happening, Lala's legs suddenly stopped.

"Marumaru, something is coming!"

"Eh? What? What is it!?"

Lala hugged me tightly, and above her head, a white vortex appeared, and the surroundings suddenly lit up—

"Maybe that can be done?"

Sparkles fell like stars inside the room.

The vortex on the ceiling disappeared, replaced by winged sandals, silver curls, and the hem of a swirling white coat.

"Hey! Long time no see!"

"Mr. Igor?"

"Pumpkin pants suit you well?"

Needless to say, I screamed.

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