『Attention, all residents of the dungeon. Finally, this day has arrived.』
A broadcast is currently playing throughout the entire dungeon.
Apparently, Yuki conspired with some mad scientist to recreate a megaphone using magic. That self-proclaimed "Four Heavenly King" has been quite active in this field lately. The one with the massive chest is just doing regular farming... I wonder if I should try milking those?
Ah... My thoughts are drifting in a strange direction.
Anyway, after that, the installation of the dungeon in Gartz was completed smoothly. Distribution has begun to flow, and the dungeon's economy is more active than ever before.
It has also been about three months since the last refugees from Rithea arrived. One month has passed since we returned to the dungeon, and just as the refugees have grown accustomed to their new lives, the day has finally come for this dungeon to truly be born.
For this occasion, we successfully gathered the royalty of Gartz, the dignitaries of Rithea, and... our own Roshure faction. We managed to bring three nations together here. The meetings—or rather, the chat sessions—are over. Well, the trade talks were discussed thoroughly while I wasn't around.
『Today, by the will of the Lord of this dungeon, Seraria-sama—no, today is the day we give form to the dying wish of the late Elju-sama. I know many of you are busy with work, but please, listen to this broadcast.』
"Hoh, a 'broadcast,' was it? Splendid." (King Roshure)
"Indeed. I would certainly like this in Rithea as well." (Arshtelle)
"What? Did the King of Roshure not know of this?" (King Gartz)
"It can't be helped... my daughter is..." (King Roshure)
"What, she still dislikes you?" (King Gartz)
"...Um, since I am close to her age, shall I try saying something to her?" Arshtelle offered.
"Oohhh! That would be a godsend! Seraria has been especially strict with me lately."
"I think that's your own fault. Daughters have their own circumstances; if you're too persistent, you'll only be hated more, you know?"
The Gartz king is closest to the correct answer.
Arshtelle, I'll punish you later.
Ignore the bastard father.
And so, the leaders of three nations are relaxing in the government office, checking documents, drinking tea, and eating snacks.
"How are things on your end?"
"It's quite a struggle for us as well, Aria-sama."
"But to think we can converse like this."
"It really is something."
Aria-neesama, Prince Teak, and Princess Sharl are chatting amiably...
"So regarding that matter, this amount—"
"Could you maybe compromise a little more?"
"Well, we've already made concessions on our end as well."
Ah. These two are practically at war.
Well, they're both heirs. Perhaps this is part of their training.
『Once again, this broadcast is brought to you by the commercial representative, Ratz, and the office accountant, Eris.』
Originally, we thought of letting newcomers handle this, but the technology is far too advanced—it would take too long for them to get used to it. So we decided to have someone from our group do it.
And these two were chosen. Yes—perfect fit for the roles.
The two of them are currently speaking in the broadcast room in front of me, reading from a script. My husband is beside them, providing support... I'm a bit dissatisfied, but if I were told to broadcast, it would be a mess, so I'll endure it.
『Now then, today, the name of this dungeon town will finally be decided.』
『Currently, there are 12,423 residents in this dungeon. We have received votes from every single person. First, we would like to thank you for taking the time to vote despite your busy schedules.』
『You may have been nervous as this was the first vote, but from now on, the opportunities to vote will only increase. My current position as commercial representative will end in a year, and we will move toward a system where a representative is chosen from among you.』
『Of course, entrusting everything at once would cause confusion, so we will remain as support, but this is the beginning of you managing the town yourselves. It is the politics by the people, for the people, that Elju-sama wished for.』
By the way, Elju is here in disguise, and she's squirming because she herself is being put in the spotlight.
It can't be helped; it's what she wanted, but Yuki is giving her all the honor and fame he should be receiving. And while she's supposed to be dead, no less. She has no choice but to writhe.
『Now then, we'd like to proceed to the vote count—but we have some special guests present.』
『Yes. As many of you know, the Kings of Roshure, Rithea, and Gartz, as well as the Saintess, are currently visiting this dungeon.』
The Grandmaster is here as well, but since he can't exactly stand in this lineup, he's just relaxing.
『These three will announce the name and make a certain declaration. Everyone, please listen closely.』
Then, my husband beckons the three leaders forward.
Yes, as expected. He doesn't care even if his opponents are big shots. Well, the biggest "shot" in this room is my husband, though.
The greetings from the three leaders conclude.
『Now, at last... the announcement!!』
The paper with the voting results is handed to the shitty old man.
『I hereby announce. With 8,301 votes... 'Weed' This is the name of this town!!』
As soon as he announces it, the surroundings grow restless—No, those are cheers.
But the main event is still to come.
『And, to celebrate the birth of Weed... we declare that we recognize Weed as an independent state!!』
『As the Saintess of Rithea, I, Arshtelle, support the declaration of the King of Roshure!!』
『As the King of Gartz, I, Rocksten, also support the King of Roshure!!』
At that declaration, the surroundings go silent. Everyone must be confused, wondering what it means. Now, shitty old man—my husband prepared these lines to boost your popularity, so say them properly.
『Everyone!! To fulfill Elju's wish... no!! I am overjoyed that you have stood up to carve your own path!! The people of this town have already left my nest. Everyone, make this an even better town with your own hands!! Seraria, I'm counting on you!!』
『I am Seraria, the provisional monarch of this country. But as you all know, this throne exists only because of all of you. From now on, let us protect it together. And toward a better future!! Everyone, please lend me your strength!!』
""""UOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!""""
The dungeon shakes with the roar of cheers.
『Well, that is how it is. This dungeon... Weed, has become an independent state...』
『To celebrate, drink and make some noise!! Ah, but no fighting, okay? Also, you merchants, it's peak business time!! Don't slack off!!』
『『It's a festival!!』』
The broadcast goes on break, and BGM begins to play.
"Alright, good work everyone."
Yuki looked so happy as he said that.
Just seeing that face of yours might be enough for me.
