天才王子の赤字国家再生術〜そうだ、売国しよう〜

天才王子の赤字国家再生術〜そうだ、売国しよう〜

天才 : tensai : genius (heaven-genius) 王子 : ouji : prince (king-child) 赤字 : akaji : being in the red (red-character) 国家 : kokka : state (country-home) 再生 : saisei : ressurection (again-life) 術 : jutsu : technique 売国 : baikoku : selling out one'country (sell-country)

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10 : 12 Agustus 2021 (6) 9 : 12 Maret 2021 (5) 8 : 12 November 2020 (6) 7 : 12 June 2020 (5) 6 : 14 Februari 2020 (5) 5 : 12 Oktober 2020 4 : 15 Juni 2019 3 : 16 Januari 2019 2 : 15 September 2018 1 : 15 May 2018

Pacifism
I just didn’t want to waste manpower. It would’ve been a lose-lose to use my troops to battle my own people. As for our current situation, I want to avoid war for one simple reason… because we’re broke. We haven’t recovered from our war with Marden at all. With our current budget, we can deploy about five hundred soldiers. If we mobilized any more, we’d risk affecting government affairs. And I’m not confident I’ll win against four thousand soldiers with five hundred. We might have a shot with Hagal in command, but we’ve got no time to call him back from his post along the western borders.

Deserting
Master, the townspeople have submitted petitions asking you to admonish the soldiers for their violent and raucous behavior. And those very same soldiers have become disgruntled by how the townspeople are treating them. At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before we have deserters…

Manners
They listened carefully, occasionally interjecting to make appropriate comments.

Royalty
As royalty, you must remember that your words and actions are inherently political.

Succession Crisis
They hoped it might bring a conclusion to the fight over the throne. He actually called for all his children. But all that awaited us was a scolding. He expressed his disappointment in his eldest son for failing to unite the palace and in the two others for not managing to oust their brother. He announced that no one was worthy of becoming his successor. He had a chance to name an heir and put an end to this mess, but he allowed his emotions to get the better of him. And then he passed away, inviting them to continue their fight. My sympathies to the subjects of the Empire.

Military Presence
This city was normally a lively place with a prospering fishing industry, but the town was currently packed with the government soldiers, who caused a ruckus wherever they want. Even when the people appealed to their feudal lord, he didn't particularly care or pay attention to their complaints. The soldiers were effectively under no leadership, and the residents, fearing they would run amuck, held their collective breaths as they locked themselves away in their homes.

Ideological Battle
An idea is stronger when more people are backing it. Find others who are dissatisfied and become friends with them. Make an emotional appeal to gain sympathy from the masses. take advantage of your eloquence to win over intellectuals. Win the battle of wits, and your ideas become ‘right.’ The current cultural norms are strong enough to punch down any other beliefs. And they can stand firm against other ideologies because they’re ‘right.’ You have to usurp their place if you don’t want to be crushed.

Diplomatic Battle
The two exchanged pleasantaries and discussed topics with no real meaning or consequence. In reality, they were sizing each other up and taking note of their opponent's character. This initial conversation was a calculated, critical dance to find out who had more of an edge.

The War
A battlefield is the domain of death itself. In such a place, our hearts wear out faster than our bodies. A few words of encouragement will keep them from breaking.

Nation's Wealth
Dirt-poor is an exaggeration.. We simply have severe shortages of labor, resources, and capital. That's all.

The Cost of Death
Death meant a loss of not only manpower but also knowledge and experience.

Gossip and Morale
"We never made the guards swear to secrecy..." The gist of the story was whittled down to : Marden tried to solve everything with money, but the crown-prince regent firmly refused for the good of his army and the people. The guards cast Marden as a treacherous, savage tribe and Wein as a kindhearted, sage ruler with an ear to the heavens. With that, the army's spirit ascended to new heights. The residents of the mine were moved to tears and unanimously expressed a desire to serve His Highness until the very end of their days.

Post-war Negotiation
He's basically saying, "Let's pretend none of this happened." Marden wanted the gold mine back as soon as possible. But any negotating would drag on forever as they worked out reparations, exchanging prisoners of war, and redefining country borders, all while dancing around the topic of Marden's previous acts of aggression toward Natra. This so-called reward was nothing more than reparations and a buyout. While this proposal seemed to cede more advantages to Marden, there were obvious merits for Natra as well. Evading war with Marden was a pretty good deal. Natra might've won the battle in the Polta Wasteland. But what about the next battle?

The State Palace
This was the palace in the Kingdom of Natra. It was the backbone of the national government, run by a conglomerate of important people with Wein at its head. The compound was heavily guarded, of course, and it wasn't a place for unsolicited guests to wander in without notice. On occasion, dignitaries from foreign nations were invited to the palace, but not without meticulous arrangements beforehand.

Decision Making
He is a man who runs from decisions, hides from responsibility, and hopes the right answer will drop from the sky to save him. He can't confidently make a judgement call in the face of something that could change the fate of an entire contintent. Well, he sold his nation out to the Empire to save his son, so he's plenty reckless too. These past ten days, Grinahae hadn’t taken any action. Or more precisely, he couldn’t. He’d been thinking of invading and capturing Princess Lowellmina. But just as he was about to mobilize his army, he feared the Empire’s own soldiers might come. He never issued the order.

Intelligence Leak
You follow up with the vassals. I bet they're confused by his arrival, especially when I was supposed to be discussing marriage with her. And get his entourage drunk enough to reveal any useful information.

Nobility
“I mean, though you’ve become a vassal of the Empire, you carry the blood of the royal family. A future where nobility are expelled; ensuing days where the masses get their way, ignorant of proper bloodlines. Isn’t that a dreadful one?” Needless to say, Wein didn’t actually believe this one bit. He always thought lineage didn’t matter all that much. However, a great deal of people throughout the continent thought it had value, and he knew this belief was especially prevailing among the aristocrats. If that’s the case, he had no qualms about exploiting it.

Discipline
They’d never really had any sort of discipline or rules. When he’d called upon them, most didn’t bother responding. And the ones that did show up were unfocused because he didn’t have enough commanders. Even as Grinahae raised his voice and warned them to obey him, it was obvious they were patronizing him.As he was trying his absolute best to whip them into shape, the soldiers sent to capture Wein had sent him a message. “My lord. We have confirmation that Crown Prince Wein and his guards did not return to the inn.” “On a related matter, we have reports of people matching their physical descriptions stealing horses and leaving town. I assume it was them.”

Ethnic Group
As with the Earthworld Empire, Kingdom of Natra was home to a number of ethnic groups. But they'd become diverse for different reasons. When The Empire had forcibly absorbed various races and tribes through acts of war, those from the East and West flowed into the Kingdom of Natra of their own accord. Not that it was an alluring country by any means. Its weather was harsh. Its land was infertile. It was lacking in all forms of industry and entertainment. Virtually no one would call it an easy country to live in.

Then why would people come to this place? Because they had nowhere else to go. Those who'd committed crimes. Or those who had been persecuted for their race or ideology. Or those who had lost their homes in war or suffered at the hands of the government or disease. They'd been driven from their homelands with no place to start anew. As they wandered from place to place, they'd finally stumbled upon the gateway between East and West, quietly settling amid the unforgiving weather in the Kingdom of Natra. It was a slum on a nationwide scale.

Natra - Cavalin
During the Natra-Marden War over the gold mine, Cavarin troops had attacked and conquered the royal capital of Marden, Tholituke. With most of the royal family captured and executed, Marden was no more, making Natra and Cavalin new neighbors. But with only a nonaggression pact to define their relationship, both kingdoms fell into a vague diplomatic situation that was neither friendly nor hostile. There were reasons for this. Natra was busy running its new gold mine and negotiating deals with the Empire, while Cavarin's occupation was met with resistance by the Marden army. Both kingdoms had their hands full thinking about this sort of thing.

Arcs

 * The Battle of Torito River
 * Festival of the Spirit