On the day Altina declared she was aiming to be the empress, the situation took an unexpected turn.
The military administrative departnt had issued an order for the proper archiving and submission of docunts.
Regis thought of this as a serious matter that could compromise the very existence of the regint. But the culprit Jero was not bothered at all.
"Hmmph... To complain about such trivial matters like docuntation errors, why don't they co and defend this fort themselves? There probably isn't anyone who would want to co to the north."
"It is impossible for to give such a taunting reply..."
"If you don't like it, then do sothing about it yourself."
"Hah..."
It was dumped onto Regis.
Altina looked worried.
"I knew things can't carry on this way when I arrived here three months ago. I have done everything I can."
"But aren't things still as bad..."
"Ara, didn't I bring you in? I asked the military human resource for you after all."
"I get it now. The human resource wouldn't tell when I asked them about the place I was transferring to, now I know why."
Regis would definitely be uneasy and anxious if he knew that he was the only admin officer.
Altina asked worriedly:
"Did I trouble you?"
"Nope, being banished was already a foregone conclusion, there are harsher front lines than this out there. Staying here isn't too bad... Although being the only admin officer is a problem."
"I guess it's too much for you to handle alone."
"What choice do we have? Well, we can't just ignore all these issues, I will give it a shot."
And so, Regis started clearing off the administrative works.
He wanted to be of use if Altina wanted to be the empress. Regis also had the aspiration to change the empire.
But the reality was as heavy and cold as snow piled up on the roof. If Regis treated it carelessly, he would be crushed by it.
The work was waiting for him to slowly resolve.
Buried in mountains of docunts every day, Regis didn't notice Altina making her resolution.
One week later, in the morning
Regis had felt the room was too big when he saw it for the first ti and was uneasy, suspecting that sothing was off. But the room was now full of papers, leaving no space for him to walk.
Even the desk that was too big for his grade had turned narrow with the piles of docunts.
Regis scanned through the report in his hand.
"... I see. So that is the reason."
There were still problematic areas, but Regis was getting the hang of it.
He was one step closer to finishing the inspection of the docunts.
The candles flickered in the wind, the shadows of the objects it illuminated danced on the walls.
Although oil lamps were mainstream in the empire, it was difficult to transport as it was a liquid. So candles were used more often near the borders.
Regis reached for the next docunt.
At that mont there was a soft knock on the door.
"Hmm? Ah, who is it? The door is not locked..."
"Good morning Mr. Regis."
A woman with black hair entered. Her skin was brown as if it was tanned and her eyes black. She was wearing black maid attire and was slightly older than Regis.
She bowed politely and entered the room.
Regis greeted her in response.
"Ah Miss Elin. You are early today."
"They are setting up a market on the streets this morning, so I was planning to drop by and say hi. I was worried that Mr. Regis is still asleep, but you are already up."
"No... That's not it..."
He had taken a short nap, but he was basically up all night. That was how he had spent the entire week.
Elin was a maid working in Jero's residence.
After all the admin officers were chased out of the fortress, the manager of the Margrave's residence had been ordered to handle the regint's docunts.
Elin was from a foreign nation, but she was passionate about studying and learned the Belgarian language after arriving in the Margrave's residence, now she could read and write in Belgarian.
There was one more person
A youth dressed like a butler entered. He had black eyes and brown skin just like Elin.
He was carrying a large wooden crate in his hands.
"Hey, I'm bringing it in."
He threw it onto the bed casually and dusted off the wooden splinters on his clothes.
Elin knocked the youth's head with her knuckles.
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