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『Summons I』

Three more days had passed, it was clear that the world itself wasn't quick on the pickup, but the City of Noctia was already beginning to show signs of a budding high-standing economy. They were no longer in the depressionate state, maintenance on the wall had long since began, people were no longer huddling homelessly in the streets.

Soup Kitchens, homeless shelters. They have been organized to keep beggars off the street. A place to sleep, a place to thrive and make a beginning.

Jack wanted to create the Bankers Guild, a Health Care system. Of course, this was just going to be in this city. Using it on an entire kingdom would prove hazardous until all the kinks and problems have been sorted out.

That is why he was using the Merchant Guild as the beginning of this.

They minted the coins, they gave out loans and they controlled the finances.

With the Financial Advisor at the reigns, he was able to make the changes he needed. The changes he wanted. He also had the manpower to help change all of this muck, into something he desired more.

No one is happy seeing dread around them, even a sadist who seeks a perfect victim, wouldn't want to see a world covered in ash and blood of an overturned city.

Suffering was not for everyone, or anything. To have natural pride or loyalty in where one lived, was what he wanted to convey to those around him.

So that he didn't have to place a hand on their shoulder and cast a spell to make them kneel before him. This is what he was going to do. Endless meetings, shouting across a table, twisting the arms of aristocrats and bureaucrats.

Those whom were unfit to serve him in the capacity he wanted, were replaced and repurposed, like the gears in a fancy pocket watch.

Movement from the elven invasion forces were hardly amiss, they were highly structured and kept from crossing into the territory. From a single glance, it was easy to tell how much better equipped they were than the human mongrels who had savagely violated their princess.

It seemed the Elven's equivalent of a High Command took note of what the lone survivor had fed them. A powerful being with six wings, magic capable of killing dozens if not hundreds at a time.

He was beginning to wonder how much exaggeration that elf had thrown into his words. Perhaps he should have used Fealty on him. Make him his loyal sleeper agent within the army.

There were many ideas that Jack could have used, but didn't come to mind right away. That was normal, humans were imperfect, he was imperfect. It was made someone unique and not a machine.

Communication was slow, magic wasn't a widespread practice that just anyone could do, so sending messages over long distances was done by courier bird or messenger.

Not one of nobility had escaped the night he had lead the people against those who had broken the foundations of a nation. Leaching off of its blood, devouring it like termites to wood, for their own desires rather than the masses that surrounded them.

Jack was seated upon the throne in the Reception Hall, seated between his legs on the floor was a young elf with magic mint colored hair. His hands were using tools to gently comb through her hair, his eyes centered on the top of her head. Eying her scalp for dandruff, grease or infestation.

There was nothing of the sort.

There weren't even little white clumps in the iron comb he was using to brush out her hair.

A shadow appeared, covering his back like a blanket of snow. Glancing over his shoulder as his light was obstructed, Jack's eyes glinted, seeing the Lady Cassandra standing there on the arms of the throne.