If a Corporate Slave Reincarnated as a Third Prince in Another World - Fan Translated Web Novel - Chapter 4

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

The nobles of the First Prince’s faction were not pleased with the Third Prince’s reputation. “He hasn’t done anything significant, yet he gathers support.” “Then, we should just make him fail.” Thus, the next project was prepared. Renovation of facilities in the Castle Town. There was a budget, but there was not enough manpower. “We would very much like to proceed under Your Highness’s direction.” On the surface, it looked like high expectations. In reality, it was a scheme to push the responsibility onto me when the worksite inevitably stalled and chaos ensued. “Your Highness, we lack manpower, but should we proceed…” I answered immediately to Marc‘s report. “If there are no people, we don’t do it.” That was all. “…Is that alright?” “Prepare what is missing first. If that can’t be done, don’t increase the work.” It was a failure I saw many times in my previous life. I issued a single document. “This matter is frozen until personnel are secured. Holding concurrent posts, overtime, and compensation through ‘sheer spirit’ are not permitted.” I didn’t add any unnecessary explanations. Result. Construction didn’t start, and no chaos occurred. In the Castle Town, “He doesn’t use people forcibly.” “No one collapsed.” And so, in some parts, the evaluation quietly rose. On the other hand, the nobles of the First Prince’s faction were bewildered. “He doesn’t fail…” “Even though people are missing, why?” The answer is simple. I just didn’t accept a job with a labor shortage.

Rough footsteps echoed in the office. “Third Prince!” A noble from the First Prince’s faction barged in without waiting for permission. “Why won’t you accept it! Construction hasn’t started in the Castle Town, and the people are troubled! Will you overlook that as a royal!” Only his voice was loud. Without taking my eyes off the documents, I answered quietly. “Because there are no people.” “That’s an excuse!” The noble slammed the desk. “Royals are those who bear responsibility! You, the Third Prince, lack that resolve!” Legitimacy. Bloodline. Rank. He repeated only those things over and over. (…How nostalgic.) I saw the same scene in the conference rooms of my previous life. Baseless theories of spirit. The locus of responsibility remains vague. The ones who collapse are the workers on site. I finally raised my face. “In that case,” My voice was calm. “Please do it yourself.” The noble choked on his words. “W-What—” “Your feelings for the Castle Town are admirable. You cannot leave a site with a labor shortage alone, right?” I stood up and held out the documents on the desk. “I will hand over this project to you.” And then, I smiled brightly. “Along with all the responsibility.” The air froze. “W-Wait! That is the Third Prince’s—” “No.” I interrupted. “As a member of the royal family, I have the authority. If you have the resolve to undertake it, there should be no problem.” The escape route was blocked. The noble couldn’t say anything. There is no manpower. If it fails, the responsibility is his. It is a reality that theories of spirit cannot do anything about. “…I will… consider it.” Leaving those words behind, he left the room. His footsteps were much quieter than when he arrived. Marc opened his mouth fearfully. “…Was that alright?” “What was?” “To make enemies…” I shrugged my shoulders. “The number of people pushing work onto me just decreased.” And then, a sip of my drink. (Accepting a job with a labor shortage through sheer willpower is—the one thing you must never do.) Today too, I finish the minimum work by noon. The world was surprisingly peaceful.