A month and a half have passed since the start of the plague control measures.
A number of reports have come in.
First, there was the report of the death of an infected dog tribesman.
I can’t help but sigh.
Abraham looked apologetic.
But I told him there was no need to apologize again.
I had prepared myself for this.
He also rejected the traditional burial method of the dog tribe and ordered that they be incinerated like the other dead.
This seemed to have caused a great deal of shock and fear among all the workers.
Anyone would hate to have a dead body incinerated and disposed of like burying garbage.
But I don’t care if they hate me.
""
My top priority is to prevent the damage from spreading.
It was originally because he had broken my instructions.
That’s why no one is blaming me outwardly.
But I’m sure they’ll come out later.
After the gloomy report, there was also a positive one.
Thanks to the hard soap, we were able to enforce the use of soap bars.
The medicines from the original family have also arrived and are helping to alleviate the symptoms.
And then there were the cat people who were diagnosed as cured by Despina.
It was not possible to keep the cured people in the treatment center forever.
Therefore, we decided to let them choose what to do with themselves in the future.
They could return to their original territories.
Or they can move to Ravenna.
If they choose to move, we’ll ask them to help out at the camp for a week, just in case.
If there are no problems after that, we welcome them to the city.
As with other tribes, we do not send representatives immediately.
The selection of the representatives will be decided at the representatives’ meeting after a certain period of time.
There were naturally some objections to this.
I’m not like the tribesmen who emigrated honestly. After being tricked, I made it clear that I could not treat the tribe we had risked treating the same way.
To be honest, I wanted to make more of a difference.
However, I conceded because of the outpouring of sympathy at the meeting.
I’ll have to decide on immigration rules for the future, though ……
This is not the time for goodwill to get out of control.
I’ll decide when I’m calmer.
The cat tribesmen were very reluctant to return after experiencing that hellscape.
All of the ten people who had been cured wanted to emigrate.
It was clear that this lenient treatment would definitely be a disaster in the future.
I was overwhelmed by goodwill again.
Lately, I’ve been pushed around by goodwill.
I wonder what they would do …… when their goodwill backfire.
I pulled myself together and asked for an accurate report of the current figures.
The result was this report.
There were 204 cat people, 10 fully cured, 41 dead, and 90 critically ill.
Seventy-eight citizens engaged in treatment, one dead.
We decided to put this up in the town square.
It’s an emergency situation now, and if we don’t give them the information, the citizens will get worried.
◆◇◆◇◆
We’ve been able to get the plague under control to a certain extent, but the town’s operations have become a bicycle operation.
The cost of treatment is ridiculous.
The clothes are disposable, and my money is dwindling fast.
All my plans are falling apart.
But it’s too early to start casting gold coins.
It’s too conspicuous.
Thanks to this, the city’s power has been completely focused on fighting the plague.
We haven’t even gotten around to other projects.
I’ve been sighing a lot lately.
But sighing is not the way to start.
I have to do what I can.
“Kiara, I have a request to make to the head family.”
“What is it? I’ve already sent all the old soap bars.”
“No …… I think that most of the plants that the apostles brought in a long time ago are still here somewhere.”
“I’m sure.”
“I was wondering if you could arrange for some potatoes of different origin. If we do that, we’ll have more priorities than making soap bars. Please tell the big brothers that.”
Potatoes are from South America, so they are not native to this area.
But I’m sure the apostles have brought some here.
Let them come in handy once in a while.
Kiara blurted out.
“So we’ll threaten them with the soap bars. I understand. But what is the reason for specifying a different stalk?”
So I turned to Mil, who I had already guessed was a professional.
“Mil. Do you know if the plants are derived from the same stem?”
Mil nodded, not understanding my intentions.
“Y-Yes. I can tell the difference, just like I can tell the difference between people’s faces. What’s wrong with that?”
“Plants have diseases, too. Plants derived from the same stem can be wiped out by a single disease.”
Mil looked shocked.
“W-Wait, how do you know that! Only elves know about plant diseases!”
They’re not making any progress in this direction either, huh.
There was a potato famine in Ireland.
I knew about it, which is why I came up with this idea.
Kiara looked at me as if to say, “What’s the big deal now?”
“Sister …… It’s brother we’re talking about here, you know?”
Mil’s face became convinced.
“Oh, you’re right …… It’s Al ……”
And that’s supposed to convince you?
I’m sure Kiara understood my intentions.
“It’s a measure to ensure a stable supply of food, right?”
“Yes, can you do that for me?”
Kiara smiled.
“Of course.”
Potatoes are easy to grow.
We should take care of them now.
I just remembered the potato famine when I thought about the plague and the food supply.
A month and a half have passed since the start of the plague control measures.
A number of reports have come in.
First, there was the report of the death of an infected dog tribesman.
I can’t help but sigh.
Abraham looked apologetic.
But I told him there was no need to apologize again.
I had prepared myself for this.
He also rejected the traditional burial method of the dog tribe and ordered that they be incinerated like the other dead.
This seemed to have caused a great deal of shock and fear among all the workers.
Anyone would hate to have a dead body incinerated and disposed of like burying garbage.
But I don’t care if they hate me.
""
My top priority is to prevent the damage from spreading.
It was originally because he had broken my instructions.
That’s why no one is blaming me outwardly.
But I’m sure they’ll come out later.
After the gloomy report, there was also a positive one.
Thanks to the hard soap, we were able to enforce the use of soap bars.
The medicines from the original family have also arrived and are helping to alleviate the symptoms.
And then there were the cat people who were diagnosed as cured by Despina.
It was not possible to keep the cured people in the treatment center forever.
Therefore, we decided to let them choose what to do with themselves in the future.
They could return to their original territories.
Or they can move to Ravenna.
If they choose to move, we’ll ask them to help out at the camp for a week, just in case.
If there are no problems after that, we welcome them to the city.
As with other tribes, we do not send representatives immediately.
The selection of the representatives will be decided at the representatives’ meeting after a certain period of time.
There were naturally some objections to this.
I’m not like the tribesmen who emigrated honestly. After being tricked, I made it clear that I could not treat the tribe we had risked treating the same way.
To be honest, I wanted to make more of a difference.
However, I conceded because of the outpouring of sympathy at the meeting.
I’ll have to decide on immigration rules for the future, though ……
This is not the time for goodwill to get out of control.
I’ll decide when I’m calmer.
The cat tribesmen were very reluctant to return after experiencing that hellscape.
All of the ten people who had been cured wanted to emigrate.
It was clear that this lenient treatment would definitely be a disaster in the future.
I was overwhelmed by goodwill again.
Lately, I’ve been pushed around by goodwill.
I wonder what they would do …… when their goodwill backfire.
I pulled myself together and asked for an accurate report of the current figures.
The result was this report.
There were 204 cat people, 10 fully cured, 41 dead, and 90 critically ill.
Seventy-eight citizens engaged in treatment, one dead.
We decided to put this up in the town square.
It’s an emergency situation now, and if we don’t give them the information, the citizens will get worried.
◆◇◆◇◆
We’ve been able to get the plague under control to a certain extent, but the town’s operations have become a bicycle operation.
The cost of treatment is ridiculous.
The clothes are disposable, and my money is dwindling fast.
All my plans are falling apart.
But it’s too early to start casting gold coins.
It’s too conspicuous.
Thanks to this, the city’s power has been completely focused on fighting the plague.
We haven’t even gotten around to other projects.
I’ve been sighing a lot lately.
But sighing is not the way to start.
I have to do what I can.
“Kiara, I have a request to make to the head family.”
“What is it? I’ve already sent all the old soap bars.”
“No …… I think that most of the plants that the apostles brought in a long time ago are still here somewhere.”
“I’m sure.”
“I was wondering if you could arrange for some potatoes of different origin. If we do that, we’ll have more priorities than making soap bars. Please tell the big brothers that.”
Potatoes are from South America, so they are not native to this area.
But I’m sure the apostles have brought some here.
Let them come in handy once in a while.
Kiara blurted out.
“So we’ll threaten them with the soap bars. I understand. But what is the reason for specifying a different stalk?”
So I turned to Mil, who I had already guessed was a professional.
“Mil. Do you know if the plants are derived from the same stem?”
Mil nodded, not understanding my intentions.
“Y-Yes. I can tell the difference, just like I can tell the difference between people’s faces. What’s wrong with that?”
“Plants have diseases, too. Plants derived from the same stem can be wiped out by a single disease.”
Mil looked shocked.
“W-Wait, how do you know that! Only elves know about plant diseases!”
They’re not making any progress in this direction either, huh.
There was a potato famine in Ireland.
I knew about it, which is why I came up with this idea.
Kiara looked at me as if to say, “What’s the big deal now?”
“Sister …… It’s brother we’re talking about here, you know?”
Mil’s face became convinced.
“Oh, you’re right …… It’s Al ……”
And that’s supposed to convince you?
I’m sure Kiara understood my intentions.
“It’s a measure to ensure a stable supply of food, right?”
“Yes, can you do that for me?”
Kiara smiled.
“Of course.”
Potatoes are easy to grow.
We should take care of them now.
I just remembered the potato famine when I thought about the plague and the food supply.
