After gradually delegating tasks to Vite, Patrick, and others, Horn finally sat down to take a good rest.
To be honest, he was originally meant to just oversee the general direction, while specific tasks were supposed to be handled more adeptly by these local Empire natives who were more familiar with the situation.
Unfortunately, this world lacks any concept or method of scientific management, let alone any awareness of confidentiality or planning.
The great political return event of that year was born from this lack, and Horn had no choice but to teach these ministers the management techniques considered common sense in his homeland, step by step.
Sitting in the Pope's Palace in the side hall of the Mechanical Palace, the cold rain once again pattered on the eaves, feeling even colder than yesterday.
Although it was only evening, the outside sky had already dimmed. Horn picked up a difficult-to-use quill pen, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote on a sheet of white paper.
