I Only Want to Enjoy Life But My Little Sister Want Me to be King

I read through the stack of paper in front of me and released a sigh. We have a problem. A problem that we need to take care of immediately. Because of our expanding territory, we need a new capital city because Stellaris is too far away to reach the other territory. We need a new city in the middle of my kingdom.

I am thinking of a new location for the capital city.

I looked at all the suggestions in front of me, but I stopped at the suggestion from Melisandre. Most of the suggestions want Myr as our new capital city or an already established city, but Melisandre wants to create a new one or at least upgrade a nearby village.

She suggests that we upgrade the village to the southeast of Myr and southwest of Tyrosh. It is just across Tyrosh. We can have the same advantages as our current capital city with this location.

That means I can create a sea wall just like here. It will be a great defense against any naval attack or invasion. Not only that, but it will also be a great trade route between the archipelago of Stepstones and the main continent.

It will be like a massive bridge that connects the islands of Stepstones and the main continent.

I look at Melisandre, who looks at me with a small smile, and I say.

"This is a great plan, Melisandre. However, we need to build the city from scratch, and I need to get involved in the process."

"And I understand. However, you shall not do it by yourself. We shall hire builders from Braavos and get thousands of workers to make sure the project is done faster."

I nod in understanding and say.

"Very well. Hire the worker and builder. Take the gold you need and make sure to hire the good one. I want them to help me build something that will be remembered for generations. Something that is unique to us and something that symbolizes my reign."

I know there will be a lot of free time after this war, and I want to fill my free time to build something that is so grand, just like what I built in Minecraft World back on Earth. As a Minecraft player, you need to attempt to make a palace at least once.

Building one by myself will take a long time, but if there are thousands of workers, it will be faster, and I don't need to think of city planning. I am not someone who can plan the city's sewer system.

"Make sure to hire someone trustworthy. We don't want them to sell the blueprint to our new city."

"You don't need to worry, my lord. The other reason why I suggest this plan is because there were a lot of former slaves who were city planners and builders. They are loyal to you and would rather die than sell your secret to rescue them."

"Truly? What kind of slaves were they before we rescued them?"

"All of them are miner slaves. They are mining in Myr and doing hard labor."

What a waste of talent.

"I will leave them to you. Ah, before you go, I need to ask how the situation is in Myr and Tyrosh. How are they doing?"

"With the supplies from us, they are already repairing most of the damage we caused. Not only that, the farmer we send already teaches the farmers there how to cultivate the land correctly, and they are already preparing the land for the soils from the Holy Land."

Urgh. After someone thinks that the soil I bought from Minecraft World is coming from the Holy Land, Melisandre spreads the word, and all the people think that all the things I bring out are from the Holy Land.

I don't have any energy to try and change their mind about that. I let them do whatever they want to think and decide to use that to gather more support from the common folks around the world.

"How about the animals?"

"We are about to transport some sheep and cows, my lord. Myr already has chicken, and we will bring some of the Holy Eggs to spread the Holy Seeds."

I hold an urge to groan at the name she uses and only nod my head.

"Right. How about the patrol? Are there any problems? Pirates? Raiders?"

"At the moment, we are good, my lord. However, the Faceless Men hear a new Khalasar manage to march past the Velvet Mountain range. We don't know if they are eyeing our city or not, but it is better to let the army stay in Myr for a little bit longer."

I think for a few seconds before saying.

"Send a new batch of soldiers alongside the veterans from Stellaris. They need a little bit more to reinforce them. Order three hundred men to reinforce Myr. Most of the army is patrolling the sea, after all."

She nods and writes something in her notebook.

"Speaking of the sea, we receive disturbing news, my lord. The news from the Iron Islands."

"What is it?"

"The faceless men in that place inform us that Euron Greyjoy gains a 'vision' from his Gods that he needs to go to the Ruin of Valyria. He wants to gain the Horn of Dragon Slave."

I remember that horn. It was the horn I destroyed.

"We destroyed that thing, right?"

"That's right. His false Gods cannot pierce through your actions and give false information to him!"

Melisandre looked at me with a dangerous glint—the glint of a zealot person.

"This is the power of our God! He can see anything in the world! Unlike those false gods!"

I release a sigh and let her rant for a minute before she looks at me with a blush on her face.

"I am sorry about that, my lord. I am just happy to see the difference between our God and those false Gods."

"Right. Anyway, while I know he will not get anything, I don't want any pirates to get near our territory. Send Harlan to send a group of hunting ships to take them down. Kill Euron Greyjoy and make the world a better place."

She gives me a bloodthirsty grin and says.

"I shall inform him."

"Right. Is there anything else?"

"Nothing at the moment, my lord."

"Very well. We will talk about the new capital tomorrow. For now, I need to relax and gather more Wind Charge."