Genius Prince’s National Revitalization from State Deficit ~ Right, Let Us Sell the Country

It was the day after the banquet.

A gloomy vibe hung over the entire office.

The source of it all was Wein, who was splayed out on his desk, oozing misery. To his side was Ninym, whose face was plastered with a pained look.

“…Hey, Ninym,” he called out, face firmly planted on his desk.

“Yes?”

“Hear me out. Let’s say, for example, that the son of an aristocrat from the country next door was beckoned to our kingdom by a letter that’s super suspect.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And that he died there.”

“Uh-huh.”