Knights, Let’s Smash Them

156 – The festival is over (1)

Executor, executor.

I got a pretty cool title. It’s not too satisfying.

“So you’re having a real festival?”

“Yes, honestly, there is nothing like a festival in regional development.”

I heard that Oktoberfest, one of the world’s top three festivals, earns 1.4 Trillion won every year.

Of course, it’s because it has that much history and the scale is staggering, but…… There’s no reason why we can’t make a good income from our festival, right?

Rather, now is the perfect time to hold a festival, as the fame of the Rupel estate spreads not only to the capital, but also to the south and other countries.

If not up to 1 trillion, wouldn’t it be possible to recover about half of the capital invested in completing the iron road?

Anything like that is a good thing.

As you have achieved remarkable growth and paid off almost all of the remaining debts in the estate, it is now time to go beyond repaying debts and fill the treasury.

“What…… When it comes to festivals, other territories are held all the time, and even in the center, different festivals were held here and there whenever the season was right.”

“First of all, it can be limited to a few major regions, and later, it can be established as a tradition of the territory.”

For example, festivals such as Natsu Matsuri, Halloween, and Christmas.

To hold festivals in other villages simultaneously at the same time.

Isn’t Halloween only held in Itaewon?

Anyway, downtown areas in Gyeonggi-do cities give off such an atmosphere at similar times, and as they actually hold events, in a way, it will be of great help to the development of the local economy.

“Then, I’ll put it on the main agenda for this regular meeting.”

“Come up with some ideas until then.”

“Okay, but brother.”

Petra’s eyes changed in an instant. The atmosphere, which hadn’t changed much until just a few minutes ago, is reversed, and a familiar, but that’s why, her breathless feeling wraps around her body.

“While I was there…… Did nothing happen? I heard that she has been sticking with Captain Xianne all along.”

The emergency bell rang in her head. A clearly perceived alternative to Hell.

I tried to hide her tingling heart and answered Petra in her stern, serious voice.

“Nothing happened…… !”

“Well, since it’s the regent’s job, he must have been busy, so he probably didn’t have time to do ‘things like that’.”

Petra tucked her hair behind her ears and Betsy laughed. The warning shimmering from the other side of her enchanting fox-like smile certainly touches her skin.

Mom, I’m scared!

“And it also means that you can call it whenever you want to.”

“Okay… ….”

I couldn’t help but be horrified at the sight of Petra, who curled her hand as if holding something in her, and brought it to her mouth.

Originally, I really didn’t have that kind of personality.

Is it clear that she is also responsible for ruining her?

Obviously, I felt like nothing happened, but I got tired in an instant.

It’s a love affair in my life.

When I woke up again, I was just dumbfounded by a situation I had never thought of in my entire life.

***

“The main agenda today is holding a festival.”

A few days after that.

Petra, who attended the regular meeting held in the meeting room of the Marquis, opened her mouth.

“A festival?”

“Suddenly, what is that…… ?”

Of course, the vassals and other administrators who attended the meeting looked puzzled. It’s only natural that the topic of holding a festival has been pushed in from bottom to top.

Princess Lilia Hebron’s eyes widen as she attends the meeting, entrusting herself to the Rupel Mansion for a while to get used to the latest government affairs.

With that initiation, Petra naturally turned her gaze to me.

I lightly raised my hand and got up from my seat to look around at the people sitting in the conference room.

“The Lubern bailiff.”

Judge Arthur Tarantino opened his mouth. Bailiff. Hearing it through someone else’s mouth gives me a different feeling. I struggled to control my shoulders that were about to rise.

“That’s literally it. Festivals, especially winter ones.”

Let’s clearly recite the materials that we have arranged in advance, such as why the festival should be held, how much income is expected from the festival, and how other territories are doing.

Others, who were puzzled at first, nodded one by one or changed their expressions and listened earnestly.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s not too meaningless or absurd, like the cooking contest or road completion I’ve suggested before, or it’s because my position within the vassal has been solidified.

“Therefore, it would be a good idea to hold a large-scale festival throughout the territory from December to January.”

“I am always welcome!!!”

As expected, the first person to respond to my opinion was the treasurer.

“Even at the Lupel Cooking Contest, which was just a festival of patterns, the number of tourists that came that day far exceeded the number of visitors to Lupel in a month. But a festival that takes place throughout the territory, even the taxes you will earn from it…….”

“Now, that’s it.”

I calmed down the treasurer, who was about to start a rampage as usual.

“What about the others?”

“I always thought it would be nice to have a decent festival in Rupell. Even before the Great Expedition, there was no festival of its own in Rupel Manor.”

The white-haired magistrate said.

An honorary position with no real power, but he is also a member of the vassal group.

Rather, as the position was closer to honoring a retired government official, the consul’s remarks were in fact being accepted as a concept like an elder vassal.

“I agree too. As the Rupel estate is enjoying unprecedented prosperity, it would be even better if it also serves as a congratulation for the hard work of the people of the territory.”

The Treasurer, the Consul, and even the Tribune voted in favor. Besides, the other vassals had no particular reason to oppose the festival.

If I had to say the reason, I would say that we should first solve the various problems that will arise while absorbing the Karahan Territory…… Anyway, the festival consumes a lot of energy just entering the planning stage, so you have to start in advance.

If it is possible to not affect the annexation of the Karahan Territory by forming a separate team and distributing personnel, even with the adoption of the agenda, even the remaining excuses will be crushed.

“There doesn’t seem to be any opposition.”

“…… Wouldn’t it be nice if it was a festival? The Marquis will be happy, and the people of the territory will be happy too.”

They are residents who have already mastered life in the north.

No kidding, the residents of Petalonto were really just bunnies dancing in front of bonfires all over the city on a snowy day.

I couldn’t farm in winter, and I had nothing to do, so I just passed the time like that. The life of the northern residents, which has become rotten beyond reason.

So now that the new expansion pack has been applied, shouldn’t we make at least one proper winter content?

“Then let’s proceed with the festival and try to get some ideas.”

“Kuhmm…… ! After all, shouldn’t a festival have a lot of delicious things? Have a little bit of alcohol, too.”

Marshal Baker adds, stroking his chin. Maybe it’s because this case has been going on for a long time and I’ve been suffering from a lot of work. Recently, the frequency of recommending alcohol has definitely increased.

Just yesterday, I was sitting at the brewery and drinking so much.

“Of course it is. A festival without delicious food and alcohol is not a festival. But what I am talking about is the concept of the festival.”

At any festival, there is basically a concept. And the concept was often associated with the characteristics of the region. Only then will it be able to firmly establish itself as a kind of local culture.

“If it’s held in December or January, it might compete with the New Year’s event. And since it usually snows a lot, how about making it a snow festival…….”

A magistrate cautiously raised his hand to express his opinion. It is the most basic, sure, and infallible agenda.

Snow festival, reception.

“I would like to take it to a chicken and beer festival. Launching limited-edition new products that can only be tasted at Rupel Mansion…….”

A fantasy version of Oktoberfest, reception.

“The expressway must have been completed, it would be great if some roads were controlled and a horse race was held.”

Rupel Musume Arima Memorial Grand Prix, reception.

Once the water was opened, all sorts of outlandish ideas poured in. Except for the contents full of individual desires, such as the winter swimming competition, most of them were worthy of serious borrowing.

But still, something is lacking.

The Snow Festival is often held in the Northern Territory, albeit on a limited basis.

To take beer or chicken completely as a base, there was a strong feeling that regional characteristics were not clearly emphasized.

Horse racing…… Needless to say, it just feels like side content.

“Is this really the only thing?”

I think I heard most of the comments, so I looked around at the people gathered in the conference hall.

At that time, Lilia Hebron, who was peeking at the guest of honor, raised her hand.

“Ah, princess. Please speak comfortably.”

“If it’s a winter festival, our Hebron estate is holding something similar. How about a hunting competition?”

“A hunting contest?”

As I asked, Lilia Hebron nodded her head.

“We hold a monster hunting tournament every winter, as if we were competing against outstanding warriors. It’s an event where a huge forest is set and the outcome is determined by how much bigger and stronger monsters are caught from there.”

In short, it’s an extreme sport where you risk your life. Is it the Lucky Coliseum?

But there seemed to be a demand for it. Even if you were a mercenary with good skills, you could easily catch a C-rank monster.

“However, the risk of an accident is too great. I wonder if it can be called a festival if the victim comes out. Oh, of course, I never meant to discredit the territory of Hebron—”

Marshal Baker added a word, then looked at Lillia hurriedly and apologized.

“Oh, no…… ! I understand. We don’t call it a festival, there’s a reason we call it a competition.”

“I think it would be enough to make this part of the festival, not the main event.”

“The monsters near Petalonto are too weak, and the monsters worth hunting are too far away.”

Unexpectedly, the monsters that had nested near Petalonto were only strong enough to be goblins. At least the frost jackal and black bitula I encountered in the north would have to be monsters that could be used in tournaments.

“Then I can’t help it”

Lilia Hebron replied silently.

There was no particular change in her expression, but judging from the fact that her voice had lowered a bit, she must have become a crow because her opinion was dismissed.

She had her status as a princess, and her face was very cold-blooded, but she was more tender inside than anyone else.

‘But it’s monster hunting…… Hunt…… It seems like something comes to mind…….’

That moment.

Rupel, a dark creature that lives mainly in the vicinity of Petalonto, clearly passed through my mind.

The mischievous people who come down to the capital every year and go to the capital.

I added with a smile at the idea that came to me out of the blue.

“Not just monsters, how about hunting frost spirits?”

If there is a winter trout festival in Korea, there is a winter spirit festival in Rupell.

I thought it was a perfect idea.

“…… Executor, that…… If the spirits are executed randomly like humans, it will be a big deal.”

“That’s right, executor. Then, what are you going to do when you get hit with the wrath of nature all over your body!”

“Beating a spirit is, um…… Well… ….”

Young’s reaction was unsatisfactory.