The king is stronger than a slave.

The next afternoon, I’m walking alone toward Rebec’s marketplace.

The slaves are still all assigned to building the battleship—got a report that it’ll be done in three days at this rate.

In the meantime, I’m doing what I can.

When I arrive at the designated spot, there’s a woman waiting.

Mid-forties, looks like one of those no-nonsense, tough-mama types.

“You must be Inessa.”

“That’s me. Sorry to drag you all the way here, Your Majesty.”

“Don’t worry about it. So, this place okay for the building?”

“Yeah.”

Inessa nods. Behind her, a wooden house stands alone.

She wanted it torn down so a new structure could be built in its place.

Same routine as before—just never bothered to check myself. Always left it to the slaves.

Now they’re all out on assignment, so I’m the one stepping in.

“So, what kind of building is it?”

“What was it again? A building here, and then a fence all around from here to here, like that?”

Inessa gestured vaguely to explain.

“Ah, the terrace-type building Nina developed?”

“Terrace? Is that what you call it?”

“Opening a restaurant?”

“Exactly, that’s it.”

Inessa’s eyes lit up.

“Opening a tavern here. You know, Your Majesty, lately taverns are the most profitable thing to open. Everyone’s coming back from work, grabbing a drink after a long day— it’s all the rage.”

“Huh.”

That was good news. In more ways than one.

A world that had been ruined was coming back to life— so much so that people now had the luxury of going to a tavern after work, just to unwind.

And if it’s a trend, maybe I’ll bring the slaves along someday too.

"Every damn tavern’s got the king on their lips. ‘Thanks to the king, we’re drinking fine wine.’ That Nikito guy? He eats nothing but Pshinyi, pours every coin he earns straight into the bottle."

"Ah, I see. Living the dream, huh."

You’re using my system’s promise pretty well.

"Figured the king’d be the type to say that. Everyone’s talking about him—no matter the era, rare wise ruler, they say."

"Is that so?"

"And we’re deeply grateful to the king, too."

"Why’s that?"

"My Yadoroku’s been working for the king all along. Building things, and lately—well, that massive ship—"

"A battleship?"

"Yeah, that one. He’s been part of the construction. So we’ve earned plenty. Saved up enough to open this place."

"Good to hear."

"Yep. So, no amount of thanks is enough for the king."

"Don't worry about it. Well then, shall we begin?"

"Yep. I already asked the noble lady about the materials—they’re all set over there. People too, I’ve gathered them."

In the direction Inessa pointed, materials were stacked like a mountain.

Next to them, three sturdy men stood at attention.

"Materials, yes. People? Not needed."

"Huh? You sure that’s okay? The noble lady said three would be better."

Well, that’s how it is with slaves.

"Whatever. Just watch."

I pulled out my DORECA and stood in front of the wooden house marked for construction.

First, I used 'Demolish' to cleanly erase the original structure.

Then, instead of building from scratch, I activated the 'Load' function.

The design Nina had suggested—creating everything once right after the card gained save/load functionality, then memorizing it all—was exactly what this was.

Even Inessa’s requested terrace-style building followed this method.

A complex, interwoven magic circle formed on the ground.

Heaving all the prepared materials—stacked like a mountain—into the circle.

It’s a lot, but tossing them all into the same magic circle? Not much effort.

The magic light wrapped around the materials, and the building rose in an instant.

Less than three minutes.

Well, that’s about par.

I’m the exception this time—came here myself—but maybe I should be the one handling these save-load jobs.

Should talk it over with Yuria later.

Anyway, done with the task, I turned toward Inessa.

“Finished.”

“Unbelievable… So powerful, Your Majesty…”

“Can you really build something this fast?”

“I’ve made things with slaves many times, but even with them, it’d take ten times longer.”

“Those slaves were amazing… but Your Majesty’s on another level.”

Inesia was speechless. The three men standing there were just as stunned.

Well, sure—DORECA and slave cards were a different class entirely.

Of course it’d cut time better than the slaves themselves.

But.

“Ah, Your Majesty, since you’re here, how about staying for a drink? Make you our first guest.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Hey, you three—get the ingredients, the wine, the dishes—everything—inside.”

“Got it.”

“Perfect.”

“Hey, Inesia, come on, why not get a young one in here? Might look better with you serving the King.”

“Not bad—caught on fast. Got someone in mind?”

“Leave it to me.”

And just like that, the plan was set. I was led into my brand-new shop.

I’d done nothing special. But somehow, I’d been treated like royalty.