Chapter 626: The Road to Power May Be Paved with Books

"Broly-san, if that's the case, you won't have to leave this world too quickly, right?"

Chikushi, slender and fruitful, leaned over while eating a hamburger and asked.

"Stay a little longer, Pony still wants to take Broly-san to pick mushrooms in the Giant Tree Forest~"

Pony, full of energy, also looked over expectantly.

"Alright."

Broly nodded in agreement upon seeing their expectant gazes.

"Miss Chelsea, since you have entrusted your happiness to me, I will certainly not disappoint you."

After saying this to the long-haired beauty, Broly turned to the pink-haired girl beside him and asked, "Main, does our home have money?"

"Yes, of course. What do you have in mind, Broly-san?"

"I want to transfer some money to Miss Chelsea."

Broly spoke directly.

"About how much?"

Main asked.

"Miss Chelsea, how much money do you need?"

Broly asked Chelsea instead.

"Huh?"

Chelsea was stunned, never expecting him to be so direct about giving money.

"Of course, more money is always better."

She really wanted to answer that way, but she felt men should prefer obedient women.

So Chelsea considered it for a moment before replying, "Broly-sama, I will take however much you are willing to give me."

"Main, without affecting the normal operation of the Assassin Alliance, how much money can we take out?"

"In the past few years, we raided quite a lot of homes. Although various constructions cost a lot, taking out four billion Great Western Nation Currency is no problem. However, considering that the Great Western Nation might go to war externally..."

Main calculated for a moment, then held up five fingers.

"Five hundred million Great Western Nation Currency is an amount we can easily take out, but any more might affect the Assassin Alliance's finances."

"Mm."

Broly nodded and looked at Chelsea, saying, "Miss Chelsea, I'll give you five hundred million."

"Broly-sama~"

Chelsea felt her voice trembling; she felt her body and mind were satisfied. If not for the fact that Broly-sama before her looked like a boy rather than an adult man, she would have leaned over and given him her first kiss.

"Take five hundred million as startup funds and properly realize your wish to promote hamburgers. After you realize this ideal, I will invite you to join my Crystal Palace."

Broly looked like an angel investor optimistic about Chelsea, reaching out to pat the girl's shoulder.

"Huh?!"

Chelsea blinked, great confusion appearing in her watery eyes. Her purpose in opening a hamburger shop was to become rich and achieve financial freedom, but with five hundred million dropped on her, she was already rich. If she still ran a hamburger shop, wouldn't that be a waste of becoming rich?

"What's wrong? Don't you have confidence?"

Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Broly couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, Miss Chelsea. Since you are already Broly-san's reserve wife, you are one of our own. If you have any difficulties in promoting hamburgers, we will all help you."

Black Pupil said.

"Yes, for example, issues regarding fund management."

Xier added as an example.

"Ah, alright. I will definitely work hard to promote hamburgers well and not disappoint you adults."

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Chelsea could only say that.

"What's with 'adults'? From now on we're our own people; just call me Red Pupil."

"Black Pupil."

"Main."

Red Pupil and the others introduced themselves to Chelsea one by one; they were no less famous than Esdeath, who stood at the reception as a pillar of the Assassin Alliance.

"Ah, big sisters, you don't need to call me Miss Chelsea. Just call me Chelsea, or Little Chelsea."

Although Chelsea was actually older than Red Pupil and the others, her attitude was one of humility, and Main was very satisfied with this tactful girl.

"The money will reach you soon. Will you stay here tonight, or go back?"

"Uh, I'll go with the arrangement."

"Then stay here tonight. It's a good chance to build rapport with everyone, and also let me understand your plans for the hamburger business."

"Alright."

Chelsea couldn't refuse and could only agree to the angel investor's invitation to talk all night.

"Don't be nervous. We're about the same age; just treat us as friends."

Red Pupil noticed Chelsea's awkwardness and leaned over to say.

"Yes, Mio is also a good friend of ours. I've heard her mention you. Just treat us as her."

Cornelia also leaned over to ease the girl's nervousness. Cooperating with Red Pupil, Chelsea gradually relaxed.

"Huh, so Sister Cornelia and Red Pupil, you have such a past?"

While discussing the formation of the Assassin Alliance's wife group and sharing some past events, Esdeath returned, accompanied by Najenda, who hadn't washed and smelled somewhat of sweat.

"Broly-sama, Esdeath told me your request. As long as you can help me pacify the chaotic world outside, I, Najenda, am yours. No matter what you ask me to do, I am willing."

Najenda was a martial person who disliked beating around the bush. After meeting him, she directly stated her bottom-line requirements.

Broly fell into thought; a demand to pacify a chaotic era was not difficult for him — even alone, he could easily accomplish it.

Of course, if he were alone, wanting to pacify a chaotic era would probably require killing every person of every stratum outside.

After all, when the inherent order is destroyed, if a new order is not promptly filled in, the bottom-rung people will also riot on their own.

However, for the Great Western Nation led by the Wife Group, where he is not alone, he only needs to decapitate all those who manufacture turmoil.

But Najenda's wish to pacify the chaotic era conflicts with Esdeath's enjoyment of the chaotic era — they are mutually contradictory.

Broly pondered for a while, then looked at the Ice Queen with ice-crystal blue hair and said: "Esdeath, what is your opinion?"

"My opinion is simple: Najenda's wish can be fulfilled by me and her; as for you, there is no need for you to act."

Esdeath walked over, picked Broly up and placed him on her own long legs, stroked his face with her hand, and answered his question.

"Miss Najenda, what do you think of these conditions?"

"As long as the Great Western Nation is willing to provide a certain degree of support, I have no objection."

Najenda did not know the boy's true strength; she only took Esdeath's words to mean the Great Western Nation would not commit its full national power to support her.

But mere partial support, plus Esdeath this capable Ice Queen, Najenda felt would also be enough to thrash the Imperial Exile Government outside and the Southern Revolutionary Army's forces.

More importantly, whether the exiled Imperial government or the Southern Revolutionary Army, both contain some truly dedicated, aspiring individuals who serve the people.

She believed that as long as she secured the Great Western Nation's support and went to invite those people to join, some among them would be willing to switch allegiance.

In a world of comparing rot, the Great Western Nation uses forceful means to excise the original festering sores, transforming itself into a healthy regime capable of giving the people hope for a peaceful, prosperous life.

WaiTou, many people suffering from war regard this place as a land of salvation; although it is not as rumored, with milk flowing in the rivers and bread so abundant it cannot be eaten up, the Great Western Nation's side indeed guarantees that anyone willing to work will certainly eat their fill and will not starve.

Furthermore, it also guarantees basic maintenance of dignity for every bottom-rung person; the slave laws of human trafficking are comprehensively prohibited here.

"Deal. Since Esdeath and you have no objection, our agreement is thus reached: the Great Western Nation will thereafter help you pacify the chaos outside, and once the outside chaos is pacified, you must also agree to join my Crystal Palace and become one of my wives."

Broly jumped down from Esdeath's embrace, walked before Najenda, and extended his hand toward her.

"Thank you for your mercy, willing to save the former Empire's subjects."

Najenda did not expect things to go this smoothly; after a moment of stupor, she grasped the boy's outstretched hand and thanked him.

This female general still did not believe she possessed any charm that could attract the true Leader of the Assassin Alliance before her.

She regarded this meeting, and the conditions Esdeath had previously raised on the boy's behalf, as an excuse the Assassin Alliance Leader before her had found, the purpose being to prepare to save the former Empire's subjects suffering from war outside the Great Western Nation.

"No, I didn't save anyone; the one saving people is you."

Without Najenda, Broly was very certain he himself would not take the initiative to influence the Great Western Nation's neutral national policy.

"General Najenda, will you stay here tonight? Regarding the formation of the pacification army and the matter of military funding, I need to discuss with you."

"Of course, but I haven't bathed yet; may I bathe first?"

Najenda stayed; Merad arranged a set of sexy black silk pajamas for her, and wearing them she finally had a different kind of feminine allure.

However, aside from Merad, no one else present was appreciating this slightly masculine-tinged feminine beauty of hers.

At night, Chelsea lay in bed listening to Main and Najenda discuss the various expenditures of military funding, and only felt the 500 million hamburger-shop investment she had taken felt a bit hot to the touch.

Others came here agreeing to become Broly-sama's wife in order to save the people suffering from war outside the Great Western Nation.

As for herself, she only wanted to live a better wealthy life; she always felt a sense of her character being crushed and her conscience feeling uneasy.

"Miss Main, how about you give me a bit less money."

Finally, Chelsea couldn't help but interject.

"Eh?"

Main looked at her in surprise; Chelsea's impression on her was actually a bit of a gold-digging girl who clung to the powerful.

"Can you do that? Won't it affect your hamburger business?"

"It won't. As long as hamburgers — this kind of food — gain fame and people see profit in selling them, I can completely find other rich people to invest in me and help open shops."

"Eh, you even know about franchise opening?"

"What is franchise opening?"

This world's business model still differs from the Modern World; some business practices not uncommon in the Modern World have not appeared in this world.

After Main explained the contractual business model content concerning franchising, Chelsea's eyes shone bright in the dim room.

This situation of packaging already-verified, normally-operating shop techniques and management models and other knowledge as a sellable commodity to sell to rich people gave her a fresh perspective.

"However, others might very well abandon me and go solo — like paying only for that first shop, then going elsewhere to open many shops."

Of course, Chelsea is very smart; she quickly realized the risk existing in this.

"Yes, so this business model must be built upon sound intellectual property protection laws and commercial protection laws."

"Uh, does the Great Western Nation currently have sound versions of these two protection laws?"

"It does, but they are not yet perfect enough, nor widespread enough; however, if you need them, we can perfect these things as soon as possible."

Main's words made Chelsea clearly realize once again that these girls sleeping in the same big bed with her are the fact of the rule-makers of this land.

"Main, our manpower isn't quite enough, is it?"

Akame had to remind: the Assassin Alliance can act as Overseers, but directly intervening in the specific formulation of certain laws is somewhat beyond their capacity.

Professionals do professional work; non-professionals easily produce the situation of laymen guiding experts. Aside from Nahashu and Green who truly walk the path of governing the nation, the other Wife Group members are mostly combat assets.

Although some also part-time manage affairs similar to finance, it is obviously only high-level command; the specific implementation still relies on the people below.

"It is a bit insufficient. Although civilian schools have already begun operating, to mass-cultivate talents for all walks of life will probably take several more years."

"Uh, when I worked at the City Lord's Mansion, I assisted in handling similar official business; if you don't mind, perhaps I can help..."

When Chelsea said this, she was a bit embarrassed, because it would give the impression that she is not only greedy for money but also greedy for power.

"That's great. The matter of intellectual property law and commercial law will be handed to you; tomorrow I'll have Nahashu write you an appointment document for the position of Overseer of the formulation of these laws.

However, although this authority can be delegated to you, you must promise not to act recklessly; you must at least have confidence before you command."

Main was very happy; the Wife Group of this world had finally welcomed another suspected capable administrative ox... uh, a trustworthy good helper.

The next day, Chelsea, who thought she was about to gain both power and wealth, had her desk filled to the brim with professional commercial knowledge books that Main had brought over, transcribed from another world, combined with this world's actual circumstances, and compiled.

"Miss Chelsea, to help you better fulfill your duties as a Commercial Law Supervisory Instructor, I've brought you some professional knowledge books; you need to learn and master them all."

Chelsea: "???"

(Chapter End)