210: Elizabeth Unburdened (2) 210: Elizabeth Unburdened (2) Of course, our community is still a small nation of less than 100,000 people, so it might work adequately for the ti being.
However, we must carefully consider the implications for our future growth trajectory.
What happens when our population reaches 1 million citizens?
What about when we expand to 10 million or beyond?
The systems that function smoothly at our current scale may beco woefully inadequate or even dangerously dysfunctional as we grow.
It would be better to establish proper regulations from now.
Everything we do will be recorded as precedent for this community.
Sothing we casually overlook might later beco “Ohhh…
the great custom established by the angel and apostles…!” or sothing like that.
“The knights’…
ahem, what did you say?” “The knights were all under Sir John White’s managent.
Now they will be under Mr.
Harriot’s managent for the ti being.
Let’s first look at the structure of the agricultural knight brigade…” “W-wait!
Mr.
Hewett?
Everyone else?
How long do I have to study this?” “…” “…” “Until tomorrow?
The harvest season starts tomorrow.” “…Pardon?” Of course, until such a system is established, things will continue to be handled in an improvised manner.
It can’t be helped.
Until now, things had rolled along comfortably without needing to establish a system.
Whether it was White or Raleigh, they all knew each other and what everyone was doing.
But now…
‘…Soone will leave like this.’ I looked at what used to be White’s seat, now occupied by Harriot.
Harriot and others were all feeling awkward.
== “New data has co in from Agricultural Knight Brigade’s Citadel No.
14.
Where should I report this?” “…” “Sir Knight?
Sir Knight!” “Ah…
uh, yes, right.
We need to submit the report.
But where to submit it?” The community’s Agricultural Knight Brigade wasn’t originally planned as such a systematic organization.
Kin Issei created the Agricultural Equipnt Knight title thinking of Japan’s heavy equipnt technician or industrial engineer certification systems, so the original intention was closer to a certification system.
However, those who make tractors are craftsn connected to the community, and the ownership of the tractors also belongs to the community.
As a result, the knights beca like civil servants, and the knight brigade naturally ford as an organization.
From there, ‘technicians’ with specialized maintenance and equipnt production capabilities beca separated from ‘knights’ who handled operation and administrative managent.
As citadels were built in various places, the knight brigade sohow ca to be in charge of crop production and managent as well.
Sohow, the Agricultural Knight Brigade was placed under the jurisdiction of Sir John White, who was in charge of community agricultural affairs, without giving it much thought.
All of that process relied on coincidence, personal relationships, and improvisation.
Had John White himself not been competent in agriculture and administration, it would have been even more chaotic.
And he left.
That empty seat had to be filled.
“We need soone to report to the central authority.
Now that Sir John White is gone…” “We need soone to represent us!” So they elected a ‘Knight Commander.’ To share the administrative duties that John White had handled alone, Knight Commander Oitotan organized several citadels into branches and appointed knight captains there.
A system was slowly completed over several months where reports from each citadel were sent to their regional hub, then the knight captains there compiled the data and sent it to the Knight Commander.
Finally, the data organized by the Knight Commander is submitted to the 6-person council, where agricultural policies for the community are made.
That was the newly established rule and system.
“…Oitotan?
You’re the second Knight Commander, not the first?
Why?” “It’s to honor Sir John White.” “…” For a mont, Kin Issei fell silent as he looked at the Knight Commander’s office located in the center of the Chesapeake settlent.
The official na was grandiose.
Sothing like The Grand Citadel.
But…
Kin Issei seed to prefer the nickna.
“‘Castle White’…” It was quite grand for a wooden building the size of a few connected houses.
Kin Issei quietly nodded, congratulated Oitotan on his election, and walked on for a while.
There stood the parliant building and the council office.
Passing the parliant building, which was being renovated from wood to stone, and entering toward the council office, many people were running around preparing for a eting.
As Kin Issei took his seat at the round table with seven seats prepared, all preparations seed to be complete.
Raleigh reported to him.
“The recent situation in England is…
close to a disaster.” == Elizabeth slowly read the letter sent by Robert Cecil from Northern Ireland, frowning and tapping the paper.
No matter how much she had put aside annoying chores to fully enjoy her later years, a queen is a queen.
She couldn’t abandon her essential duties.
For example, understanding the political situation in Ireland and Britain through letters sent by her faithful Lord Privy Seal, Robert Cecil.
“…There was a great flood in the Bristol Channel in January?” It was now February 1607, and she was able to look at information from across the Atlantic after a month thanks to Virginia-made clippers.
“Yes, Your Majesty.
Thousands died, and the losses of livestock, houses, and farmland are imasurably enormous.
Thirty villages were damaged, making public sentint very grim.” Flutter.
“Fortunately, last year was particularly warm, so the harvest wasn’t too bad.
You probably don’t need to worry too much.” “…” Despite the ssenger’s words, the queen felt an inexplicable ominousness.
“How are the Catholics moving?
The letter only says ‘very serious’.” “Well…
because Co-King Jas has intervened a lot in the intelligence network within England…” “I have a bad feeling about this.” The queen read a na in the report and felt her intuition sounding a relentless warning.
“Tell the Earl of Salisbury (Robert Cecil) to investigate this man.” “Ah, understood.
Then I’ll take my leave…” The queen sighed and continued reading the report written by Cecil himself.
That na from earlier kept catching her eye.
‘…Guy Fawkes…’ == “Nemo, is that really true?” “…Yes, it’s true.” Historical facts can change due to the butterfly effect, but nature doesn’t change so easily.
Therefore, conclusion: “In 1607, a great cold wave will occur.”
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