How a Realist Hero Rebuilt The Kingdom

Book 5: Chapter 2.1

Intermission 2: Researching a Certain Line of Research

The research institute in the former slums of Parnam, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Friedonia.

Gingers Training Facility, which had been opened with King Soumas sponsorship as one means of securing talented personnel and making it so that slavery became a thing that existed in name only, now had a great many subjects which could be studied at it.

With more land being given to the facility, it had come to be called Gingers Vocational School. While retaining the elementary school, they had also established schools dedicated to various specialized subjects. If a field of study achieved results here, there would be schools dedicated to it established in other cities.

There were already a number of fields of study that had gone independent, and specialized schools for them were being built in other cities; but the schools of farming and medicine were still here. This was because the appropriate teachers were here: the Minister of Agriculture and Forestry, Poncho Panacotta, as well as doctors like Hilde Norg and Brad Joker. It also showed that Souma, who knew that, historically, the production of food and knowledge of medicine were directly linked to the maintenance and growth of the population, placed great importance on those fields.

Now, there were two man-and-woman pairs facing one another across the threshold at Gingers Vocational Schools main gate. The first pair consisted of a rotund man who was almost thirty years old, and an intellectual beauty who was elegant in everything including her appearance. The other pair consisted of a young man whose face was so gentle in appearance that he might be mistaken for a girl, and a beautiful raccoon girl who had an unyielding look in her eyes that left a lasting impression.

The strange thing was, the woman in each of these pairs was wearing a classical maid uniform with a long skirt.

The two who were about to enter the school grounds were the Minister of Forestry and Agriculture Poncho Panacotta, and Serina, the head maid of Parnam Castle who was also the personal attendant of Princess Liscia.

The two who were greeting them at the threshold were Ginger Camille, the principal of Gingers Vocational School, and Sandria, who served him as his secretary and maid.

Poncho and Ginger smiled and shook hands.

Greetings, and thank you for coming, Sir Poncho.

S-Sir Ginger, it does my heart good to see that you are in such good health, yes.

Um... Theres no need to be so formal, you know? Youre older than me, and a minister, too.

Poncho stuttered, I-Its a habit of mine. I just cant seem to shake it, yes.

He is a timid man, you see. Please, give up on him, Serina chimed in as Poncho was awkwardly trying to explain himself. Honestly... Considering that hes saved so many of this countrys people with his knowledge, I wish he would have gained at least a little more self-confidence.

Um, and you are? Ginger asked.

Pardon the lateness of my introduction. I am Serina, the head maid at the royal castle. She gave an elegant bow.

Th-Thank you kindly for that. I am Ginger, the principal of this school.

When Serina bowed her head to him, Ginger panicked.

Seeing his reaction, Serina chuckled. Now, Lord Ginger, you neednt be so formal when addressing a mere maid like myself.

Th-Thats not...

My master has a weakness for attractive older ladies, you see, Sandria chimed in.

Ginger was bewildered by what she said. San?! What are you saying so suddenly?!

Nothing that is not a fact, I assure you. When you are in the presence of Lady Hilde, you are always so tense... Oh, pardon me, I hadnt introduced myself yet. Sandria lifted up the hem of her apron dress and curtsied. Greetings. I am Lord Gingers secretary, maid, and pet slave, Sandria.

Hey, youre making me sound way too bad! I only tasked you with being my secretary; you started doing the maid work on your own! Also, what do you mean, pet slave?! Ginger protested, but Sandria pretended not to hear him, bowing deeply to Poncho.

You must be Lord Poncho. I hear about you from time to time. Its thanks to you that my fellow slaves didnt starve when things were at their worst. On behalf of everyone, I would like to thank you.

N-No! You dont need to do that, yes! Poncho panicked when Sandria bowed to him.

Serina watched him with a slightly chilly look in her eyes. Sir Poncho, even if she is one of those underage girls you so like, please, dont lose your head over a little praise.

I-I wish you wouldnt go putting any weird labels on me, yes!

Oh? Is it not the truth, though? I know these things, you realize? Serina smiled, but her eyes were not smiling. Earlier, there was that dish you developed with His Majesty, the toasted sandwich. You only served the dish to Lady Tomoe, did you not? Without bothering to invite me.

Is that why youve seemed so upset lately?!

If one were to ask who was the biggest glutton in all of Parnam Castle, that would be Aisha, of course; but Serina would have to be the runner-up. But there was a slight difference in the nature of their gluttony.

Unlike Aisha, who would eat anything (especially sweets), the more of it the better... Serina didnt demand quantity, but she had developed a taste for the junk food and B-grade cuisine that Souma and Poncho created.

Souma and Poncho had put together a lot of different dishes. To be precise, they were recreating dishes that had existed in Soumas former world. Of those dishes, it was things like spaghetti and yakisoba buns, the sort of things you wouldnt see in a fancy restaurant, that had captured Serinas heart.

The thing was, Serina came from a distinguished family that had turned out many maids and butlers who went on to serve the royal family. Because of that, they had worked to instill cultured tastes in her from a young age, to ensure she would be presentable and wouldnt embarrass herself in front of royalty. Theyd paid close attention to her diet, and she had always been expected to eat good food, and to use the proper etiquette. Of course, that meant shed never been allowed to just go out and buy food from a cart and eat it there. For Serina, having grown up in a house like that, Souma and Ponchos dishes had made quite an impact on her.

Theres a staple food on top of another staple food!

When Serina had first came into contact with a spaghetti bun, that first bite had destroyed all established notions she had about food. How could such a vulgar dish be so delicious?

Ever since, Serina had made a habit of following Poncho around. That was because if she was at his side, she was treated to delicious samples. The dishes Poncho made were the one thing other than cute girls that caught Serinas interest. Which was why, when she was unable to try them, she held a grudge.

Sensing her displeasure, Poncho hurriedly tried to explain himself. I-It was still just an experimental dish, so there werent enough of them...

Knowing you are unused to going out in front of people, under the orders of His Majesty and the princess, I have worked with diligence and sincerity to assist you, Serina said coldly. Yet, you did not allow me to sample the dish. Could it be because I am already a grown woman?

When we get back! When we get back, I promise Ill make one for you, yes! Poncho hurriedly said.

The somewhat sad expression disappeared from Serinas face.

Thats a promise, she said, looking perfectly fine.

It had apparently all been an act to get him to agree to it. Ponchos shoulders slumped.

Ginger wasnt sure how to react as he watched this exchange, but Sandria was nodding along.

I can see your relationship has a lot in common with ours.

Oh? But my master is Princess Liscia, Serina said.

I didnt mean it in that way...

When Serina tilted her head to the side quizzically, Sandria just smiled, not sure what to say. That exchange left question marks floating over the two mens heads.

With the formalities out of the way, Ginger took Sandria, Poncho, and Serina to a place outside of Gingers Vocational School. There was a building for studying farming techniques at Gingers Vocational School, and they mostly focused on the study of crops, compost, and selective breeding. However, there were no fields on the school grounds to demonstrate their results. The former slums were near the city walls, so the fields had been planted on the opposite side. The research building and fields were separated by the city wall, but in terms of distance they were close, and it was easy to get from one to the other.

Once they passed through the gate, Ginger led Poncho and company to the fields owned by his vocational school. When they finished greeting the guards who watched the fields, the four arrived in front of two particular fields. Neither field had anything planted in it, but one looked like ordinary black soil, while the other was dry and cracked.

With these fields in front of him, Ginger asked, Youve come here today in regards to that line of research, right, Sir Poncho?

Yes, Poncho nodded. Both His Majesty and I have great hopes for that line of research, after all.

Ginger shook his head apologetically. ...Let me say this up front. We were unable to achieve the sort of results youre hoping for.

The field of research Souma and Poncho had great hopes for was research on one of the failed experiments of the overscientist, Genia Maxwell.

Back when the former king had ruled the country, Genia had developed arrowheads with seeds inside them with the hope that the sites of battles would be covered with greenery. With the effect of the light elemental magic the arrows were imbued with, the seeds grew at an alarming speed, and itd been a massive failure that had resulted in half of her research building nearly being engulfed by plants. The result was that Genia had been transferred to the Forbidden Army, and her research suspended.

However, after the throne had changed hands, Souma had seen a practical use for her research and ordered Genia to resume it. He wasnt so interested in the arrowhead part; but with plants that grew so fast that they could engulf a building, he could make the desert bloom, and hed had hopes that it would lead to an increase in the food production rate. However, Genia the genius had already lost all interest in the subject, so Souma had ended up ordering the School of Agricultural Technology at Gingers Vocational School to do it instead of her.

But... Ginger explained that they hadnt been able to produce results.

We were certainly able to make fast-growing plants. Those plants had two special qualities: growth and proliferation. We were able to eliminate just the proliferation, which meant that the area would no longer be engulfed in green.

You were able to control them? Isnt that a success, then? Poncho asked, seemingly mystified: but Ginger shook his head with a wry smile.

We were carrying out this research in the hopes of increasing food production and making the deserts bloom, but... from the results of our research, we learned this wont be of any help with either of those things. Genias spell only speeds up the growth of plants. Sir Poncho, do you know what is needed for plants to grow?

Poncho thought for a moment, then replied, Fertile soil and water... as well as sunlight, yes.

Ginger nodded. Yes. Of those, the sun is no problem. With some work, the water issue can be managed well enough, too. The problem was fertile soil. Though weve accelerated the plants growth, the quantity of water and nutrients they require from the soil hasnt changed. Madam Genia must have known that, too, because her spell included a function for sucking water and nutrients out of the soil.

With that said, Ginger pointed to the dried and cracked field. This is what the field looks like after we harvested our fast-growing wheat.

...Its almost like a sandy desert, yes.

No matter how much we can accelerate the plants growth, fertilizing the soil takes a lot of time, said Ginger. As a result, the plants suck all the nutrients and water out of the soil, leaving it dry and cracked like this. Nothing will grow in soil thats ended up like this.

Is there no way to provide a steady supply of nutrients to the soil? Poncho asked.

I doubt it. Water, maybe. But continuously supplying fertilizer at a rate that matches their growth just isnt realistic. I mean, we have a limited supply of fertilizer, anyway. If we exhaust it to raise growth speed, we may not see any growth in productivity at all.

Well... Thats no good, Poncho said.

If the plants that grew were allowed to rot, they would return their nutrients to the soil, but they couldnt do that with crops that were meant to be eaten. They couldnt possibly have people return all of the excrement from what theyd eaten to the field, after all.

Thats why we determined it was a poor fit for growing food, Ginger said. Now, as for making the desert bloom, there isnt the water there to begin with, so its impossible. Even if we were to install aqueducts, the speed at which the plants grow would present another bottleneck. Theyre just as fast to rot, you see.

We cant always get our way, I suppose, yes... Poncho slumped his shoulders. With the high hopes hed had for this research, he couldnt help but be disappointed that there had been zero payoff for it.

But Ginger shook his head again. No, its not like we have absolutely nothing to show for all our work. Look at the field next to it.

...Im not seeing anything other than soil in it, though?

Yes. The only thing here is ordinary soil. Weve made it into ordinary soil. Ginger bent down and scooped up some of the soft soil in his hands. This soil was brought from a dungeon inhabited by many undead monsters. Naturally, when we first brought it here, it was contaminated by the miasma that undead monsters release.

D-Did you say miasma?! Poncho cried out despite himself, his voice unsteady.

Just by existing, undead monsters like skull dragons and zombies gave off a miasma that was harmful to living creatures. Miasma caused disease to spread and things to rot, making it impossible for living creatures to live in that area. What was more, it would get into the soil and stay there for a long time. Because of that, lands where a skull dragon had gone on a rampage or where a horde of zombies had appeared would become unproductive lands where crops wouldnt grow for a long time.

However, Ginger had picked up a handful of that soil, which should have been dangerous, without any hesitation.

Poncho looked carefully at that soil. Is this soil... safe?

Yes. The miasma is completely gone from it now.

How did you do it, yes?

It was an applied use of those fast-growing plants we were talking about earlier. There are flowers that bloom only in dungeons with a lot of undead-type monsters.

Having said that much, Ginger had Sandria go and fetch a single flower. That flower was reddish-purple with greenish-black spots; colors that screamed it was poisonous. It wasnt the sort of flower youd want to receive on a celebratory occasion, not even by accident.

The adventurers who go dungeon crawling call these miasma flowers. They say that if these flowers are growing somewhere, its proof that undead-type monsters are active there. Thats why, when they find these flowers in a dungeon, they know to take precautions against miasma.

Hm, so there are flowers like that out there, Poncho said. I never knew.

Poncho knew a lot about edible plants. He also knew a lot about plants that were similar to edible ones, but that werent edible themselves. That was because Ponchos knowledge was rooted in his appetite.

That was why, when it came to plants like this one, which was and looked blatantly inedible, he had no interest in them, and wasnt that well informed about them.

Ginger chuckled. These miasma flowers, like their name might suggest to you, are nourished by the miasma. Thats why they grow in clusters in dungeons where there are undead monsters. If we use Genias spell to accelerate plant growth on these miasma flowers and plant them in contaminated soil...

Oh?! I get it! They quickly suck all of the miasma out of the ground! Poncho clapped his hands.

If the growth-accelerating spell was used on regular plants, they rapidly sucked the nutrients out of the soil. However, the miasma flowers only sucked out miasma.

Ginger nodded. So we only have to harvest them when they finish growing and dispose of them in an incinerator. Theyve already used up the miasma for their growth, so when we burn them, all thats left behind is ash. If we do two rounds of that, it goes back to being this sort of ordinary soil.

Th-Thats an incredible discovery! With this, we can curb the effect that undead monsters have on our fields and crops, yes! Poncho reacted excitedly.

Not only had the research hed had such high hopes for not been in vain, there was even a useful application for it! Then a thought occurred to Poncho.

Come to think of it... When he recruited me, His Majesty said something, yes. That we will decide if somethings useful or not. He may have meant to say that there arent many things in this world that are completely useless. Like how even I, a person whose only talent is for eating... was able to help this country somewhat...

Poncho was able to feel a little more confident in himself.

While Poncho and Ginger were having a lively conversation like that, Serina and Sandria looked on in exasperation from a short distance away. The two men didnt so much as glance in their direction, having fun exchanging opinions about research. The two maids had no doubt theyd ceased to exist in the mens minds.

While looking at her master, Sandria asked, ...Do you suppose all gentlemen are like this?

You might be right about that, Serina said. Ive often seen the princess watching His Majesty anxiously like this. I feel like when His Majesty is applying himself to the work of governing, she must find it both reassuring and frustrating to watch him.

How is it for you, Serina?

Me?

Do you feel anxious and impatient right now?

Hm? My mistress is the princess, Serina said without batting an eye. Its true that I am close to Sir Poncho, but I would never feel anxious and impatient because I saw him talking to someone.

Sandria thought about it for a moment and then asked, ...Then, how would you feel if Lord Ginger were a woman? If it were a woman that Lord Poncho was having such a good time talking to right now, would you still not feel the least bit anxious about it?

Having asked that, she stared hard at Serina.

In response to the question, Serina looked at Poncho and Ginger. What if, right now, Poncho were talking to a woman instead...?

Having pondered the question for a while, Serina finally opened her mouth to answer. No matter who he was talking to, I dont think I would think anything of it.

...Youre sure?

Yes. ...However, if Sir Poncho were to let that person do all of his taste-testing... well... I wouldnt like that. Even if it were someone like a member of his family, or his wife, a person it was perfectly natural for him to be doing his cooking with... I might still be upset by it. Now, that is odd. I wonder, why would I feel that way?

Judging by her expression, it seemed even Serina didnt understand her own feelings. Sandria was a little surprised, but she didnt ask anything more.

Even Serina herself wasnt sure if her words just now had come solely from her gluttony. She placed her hand over her chest, which was filled with pent-up emotions.

When I get back to the castle, I will have to have him make me the toasted sandwich he promised. That will help dispel this hazy feeling, Im sure.

Those were Serinas thoughts.