If a Corporate Slave Reincarnated as a Third Prince in Another World - Fan Translated Web Novel - Chapter 16

The character name is not finalized. The character name will be fix once the official light novel is release.

Most of my work was finished during the morning again today. Good, good, it is going smoothly—just as I thought that… “Your Highness, a letter for you.” Looking at what was held out, I doubted my eyes for a moment. …A letter? No matter how you look at it, it is thick. I wouldn’t say it’s a whole book’s worth, but it certainly exceeds the category of a “letter.” I checked the sender’s name. Lydia Crawford. …Who? I searched the knowledge in my head, but nothing came to mind. Reluctantly, I pulled over the illustrated reference of nobles kept beside my desk and turned the pages. —Medium-sized Count family, the Crawford family. Only daughter, Lydia. I see. I don’t remember seeing her at the soirée either. In the first place, she is someone with whom I have no direct contact. I looked down at the letter again. “I am feeling the difficulty of territory management. I would very much like to receive Your Highness’s opinion. I have enclosed materials for your reference.” …Materials, huh. I looked down at the “letter”—no, the stack of documents—piled on the desk. This is less of a consultation and more like… a request for analysis. I looked through the materials. Balance sheets. Planting status. Records of poor harvests over the past few years. Unfulfilled parts of the flood control plan, and reports on labor shortages. —I see. The sentence “I am feeling the difficulty of territory management” started to seem awfully modest. This has long passed the stage of “difficult.” I slowly leaned back in my chair. (…So she came to ask in earnest.) At least, it isn’t a consultation just for show. And with this volume. She probably never intended for me to just “glance through it” from the beginning. I picked up the materials once more. Now then—where should I start? (It was the right move to finish my work in the morning.) Thinking that, I turned the page.

That was the first thing I thought upon looking through the materials. …Hard to read. There is a lot of information. The numbers are all there. As a report, it is likely polite. But I cannot see the main point. Income and expenditure, planting, disaster records, personnel allocation. Everything is just lined up in order, and I don’t know “what the problem is” or “where I should look.” With this, it is insufficient as material to make a consultant read. I pulled out a few sheets of paper. And I created a sample.

Current problems
Conjecture of causes
Summary of numbers
Priorities This is all that is needed. There is no need to line everything up. You just need to extract the parts necessary for judgment. Once a few samples were finished, I took out some stationery. I wrote briefly and concisely. “Redo the materials. Submit them with text and improvement proposals attached.” I didn’t include any unnecessary preambles. No advice, no evaluation. What she needs right now is not the answer, but the method of organization. I handed it to Marc. “Send this back exactly as it is.” The thick “letter” was sealed again and taken out. Well then. By the time it comes back, I wonder if it will be a little easier to read.

Lydia Crawford opened her eyes wide at the reply that returned unexpectedly quickly. She hadn’t thought it would come back already. Her hands were slightly hasty as she broke the seal. A letter from the Third Prince. With expectation and tension in her chest, she read through it in one go. “…Hey.” Her voice leaked out unintentionally. She read it again. Slowly. Even so, the written content did not change. Guidance, thoughts, advice—there was close to nothing. Only concise instructions were recorded.

Current problems
Conjecture of causes
Summary of numbers
Priorities “Redo the materials. Submit them with text and improvement proposals attached.” That was all. Heat gathered at Lydia’s temples. (How much time does he think I spent making this?) Anger welled up bubbling inside her. Checking the territory’s ledgers, reading reports, copying numbers, summarizing, staying up late, it was material she had finally given form to. And it was thrust back with just a few lines. …Unbelievable. She bit her lip. However, in the next moment, a strong light lodged in her eyes. “…I will absolutely make him read it.” Lydia faced her desk. She gathered paper and a pen. She laid out the stacked materials side by side. Then, she transcribed the items written in the letter onto the paper. “So you’re saying ‘produce it.’ I’ll do it.” She murmured that to no one in particular. From that day on, days continued where the light in her room did not go out until late at night again.