That night, as expected, the village head, Ike, wrote something.
The content was, of course, about the results of Jin (Jin D).
He did not know that the old man was watching his every move, so he wrote what he needed to write and went to bed.
The next day, August 10, early in the morning.
As he had done the day before, the village head tied a piece of twisted paper with the leg of a pigeon and flew it.
Of course, the old man was watching over them.
"Two more pigeons ......, at this rate we will definitely run out of them."
If we were to report on Jin D's out-of-the-ordinary behavior, there would not be enough space for all of them.
Therefore, the village head has no choice but to report only a few details.
Even so, something was whispering in the mind of Village Chief Ike that what Jin D was going to do in the future was something that absolutely had to be reported.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
About two and a half hours later, the carrier pigeon arrived at the pigeon house of the Public Relations Department in Jagu, the capital of the Principality of Jaguar.
Although it is called the Public Relations Department, it is actually the Intelligence Department.
"Hey, here they come again!
A member of the department saw the pigeon house and called out to his colleague.
"You were here yesterday, too, weren't you?
The colleague, a pigeon expert, easily caught the pigeon and picked up the leg note.
It was immediately delivered to his boss, Inkar Jarocki, head of the Public Relations (Intelligence) Department.
"What the hell is ......? That's ridiculous."
Inkar Jarocki, the head of the Public Relations Department (Intelligence Department), looked over the contents and snickered.
"What's wrong?"
Miki Amerin, the head of the Intelligence Agency, happened to be passing by and overheard.
She is a brilliant woman who has become the director of the Information Agency.
Incidentally, the Intelligence Agency is under the direct control of the Prime Minister and is a superior organization of the Intelligence Department (the Public Relations Department is ostensibly a subordinate organization of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications).
"Ah, Amerin-sama. It's not a big deal.
It's not up to you to decide. Tell me what's going on.
"Ha ha. ...... actually, I got a call like this.
Incar, who was not very happy with his female boss, didn't explain, but held out the letter that had arrived.
"......Funny? ......It's a little hard to believe, isn't it?"
"Isn't it?"
Incar's boss's words made a smug look on his face, as if to say that he had the same impression as Incar.
However, Miki Amerin's appointment as Director General of the Information Agency was no fluke.
What about the letter you received yesterday?
"......, this way."
Incar pulled out a crumpled letter from the back of a drawer and handed it to her.
"<>......?
Miki Amerin's eyes widened.
Magecraft Meister. The word sounded familiar.
(I think it was something like <>......? I believe they are the descendants of the <>.)
Basically, the existence of the <> is kept secret not only from the general public but also from many bureaucrats, but as the director of the Information Agency, she was aware of their existence.
(Though chronologically, they are probably not their ancestors, but their successors. ......)
Miki Amerin thought about it and received two letters,
"These are in the custody of the Information Agency. Please report back to me when you receive additional communications.
The remaining Incar Jarocki gave a small cluck of his tongue and returned to his normal work.
* * * *
"...... this much civil work in one day? I can't believe it."
Returning to her room, Miki Amerin read the report over and over again, then sighed.
"It's true that our ancestors in the <> told us these things, but I always thought it was because they were half-deified legends."
I thought they were exaggerated achievements of the kind often found in legends," he said.
"It's scary ...... if it's all true."
Miki Amerin wondered if there was any way to get more information.
In a sense, it is difficult to use a spies who are manipulated by suggestion, because they only do what they are ordered to do.
"I didn't expect such an important person to visit, though.
After much deliberation, he came to a conclusion.
"Let's see what the Magecraft Meister can do.
And so it was.
"I will test him to see if he is really a threat to our high road. Prepare yourself, Magecraft Meister!
* * * *
Meanwhile, Jin D. is building a public bathhouse.
There are no forests near here where lumber can be harvested, so wooden structures are not suitable. There are no rocky mountains from which stone can be extracted.
There is no soil from which bricks can be baked, either.
So, since we will be bringing in whatever we use, we decided to use wood that is easy to use, Jin D.
<. The wood is actually the lumber that is stocked in Horai Island.
"<><>"
The lumber is processed to make planks and pillars,
"Reiko, Hope, hold me up."
"Yes, sir."
Yes, master.
The building was constructed.
The building was completed in an hour.
The bathroom is also made of wood, but since Jin D has applied < to it, it should last for about 50 years without rotting.
The area around the bathtub is left as it is on the ground, but the changing room is covered with a bamboo screen. The wood feels pleasant underfoot.
Of course, the baths are separated for men and women.
The water temperature is adjusted to a constant 42 degrees Celsius.
The baths were initially designed without soap, using instead a natural surfactant called "Rita's Seed".
"Rita's seed. That brings back memories.
Rita nuts were used as a substitute for soap in the village of Kaina in the old days.
Fortunately, they grew wild around Lake Kotsi, so they are widely distributed in the principality.
There was a concern that they might be rough on the hands, but Jin D. decided that since the climate was warm, it would not be a problem.
"Well, that's about it, isn't it?"
After putting a piece of paper on the wall of the public bathhouse with instructions on how to use it, Jin D. also explained it to the village headman.
"Ah, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Jin!"
At dusk that evening, villagers came to take a bath in turn, coming out with warm faces, thanking Jin D. and leaving.