Having barely escaped Crawford Palace, Abel hurriedly prepared to return.

Since he had to do the work properly even when he was leaving, he took a look around all the workplaces.

Of course, this also included the destroyed National Assembly building.

"It's definitely much better to rebuild."

"Because it used to be so narrow."

While he was muttering to himself, someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He looked to the side and saw a young man with a slightly awkward look, smiling brightly.

It was Izukaya Soltri, who took control of the family thanks to Abel.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. Thanks to Your Majesty's care, we are very peaceful both inside and out."

In just a few days, the face that had been dying brightened up.

It seemed like he had been in a lot of mental anguish.

Of course, it had to be that way.

How frustrating it must have been for him to have a successor but have his uncles hold on to power.

If you think about it, it wasn't such a bad greeting.

Abel looked at his opponent and thought for a moment.

The Izukaya he first saw was nothing more than a reckless noble successor.

But after marrying Princess Justia, things changed completely.

A young man in agony, grasping the problems of the Duchy of Crawford and the Soltri family.

Now, Abel felt like he didn't mind helping at all.

Still, just in case, he took a chance.

"The succession to the throne will probably continue soon. But it's unlikely that Marquis Soltri will be the next in line."

It wasn't that there weren't queens in this era, but they were extremely rare.

There were not many countries that recognized women's succession to the throne, and in those cases, the son-in-law took their place.

However, Paley II clearly chose Princess Justia as his successor.

"I have no interest in the throne or running the country. Justia will do those things much better. Her abilities are far superior to mine."

Abel took a quick look, and a calm answer came out.

Human greed is endless.

Those in power tend to overestimate themselves.

But Izukaya had a good grasp of the subject.

Of course, you never know what will happen to people, and things may change someday.

But it was something that could be understood at any time, no matter how far away it was.

If you register as an employee of the Multi-Panel Group, detailed surveillance is possible.

Abel said with a big smile.

"Marquis Soltri?"

"Yes?"

"How about you becoming an advisor to Governor Crawford of the Multi-Panel Group?"

"Torture?"

"Yes. In fact, our company doesn't know much about this country. So we need local help."

"I am not capable enough to take care of my family."

"It would be enough to just give appropriate advice to the staff from time to time. Since it is a part-time job and there is no regular work, it won't be a big hindrance."

"Haha! I can definitely help you with that."

As expected, he got caught.

Who would turn down a job that offers a few pieces of advice and a nice salary?

Besides, this man could never refuse Abel's offer.

Even if he had been recommended a somewhat difficult task, he would have somehow managed it.

Because now, he was incredibly grateful for the help he received.

'I guess I can handle most things through this person.'

Abel signed a formal contract with Izukaya and hurried to prepare for his return.

There were so many things that had happened in the empire that he had to look back on them all once in a while.

The fuel business in particular was in trouble if anything went wrong.

Because it was such a revolutionary item, and because it was a flammable substance, it could be dangerous.

He finally took in the panoramic view of the Duchy of Crawford.

"It's a pretty country."

High population density typical of city-states.

Beautiful natural scenery and quaint buildings.

Now the slums were cleared out, and the city was expanding step by step.

With so many new homes being built, there was an abundance of work to be done on multi-family homes.

Nevertheless, development proceeded without difficulty.

Because it was such a large company, it could easily accommodate that level.

Oh, Abel really needed to stop earning money now.

His current assets were so numerous that it was impossible to keep track of them all.

If you just hoard money, the economic cycle won't work properly.

So they were creating a bank in the empire and trying out different businesses.

As much money was made here, it was necessary to spread it around as well.

Not just giving it away, but in a healthy way.

"Please build a few more commercial buildings and decorate them like Midias. Also, steadily expand the spirit wood production factory."

"Yes, Chairman."

Abel gave instructions to the Crawford branch manager of the Multi-Panel Group and got into the carriage.

Now it was really time to go back.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

Today, Uncle Brandon's voice was especially lively.

He also seemed happy to return to the empire.

Even if you came here to rest, you shouldn't go to Taji.

Where is there a more comfortable place than home?

Moreover, the capital city of the empire had a truly absurd infrastructure.

It was like the difference between heaven and earth compared to the backward Duchy of Crawford.

—I'm finally going back!

—You can probably eat a lot more spirit energy in the empire. Woohoo!

Look at this.

Don't you think half-demons and devils would die for it?

But the carriage that had been going smoothly suddenly slowed down.

Bam!

The window of the stable suddenly opened.

Uncle Brandon was sticking his head out and smiling pleasantly.

"Your Highness the Carrier."

"Yes, what's going on?"

"I think you should come out for a moment. It seems like we can't go forward at this rate."

Abel shrugged his shoulders with a puzzled expression.

If there were any roadblocks or obstacles, wasn't that the coachman's job to take care of them?

It felt like he had crossed a lot of lines, so he felt a bit strange.

He felt like he was being too kind to him and that was why he was like that.

But as soon as he opened the passenger door and got out, he immediately understood what Uncle Brandon was saying.

"Zu..."

"Ugh! Please don't go."

"This country cannot run properly without Your Excellency the Prime Minister!"

"Please reconsider! Ughhh!"

...An unexpected attack happened.