Rebuilding at Lightning Speed

"One, two, three, four..."

After arriving at the relief point, the ministers immediately spread out and began counting the disaster victims in the makeshift wooden sheds, one head at a time, as if counting sheep.

In order to determine the number of victims at the relief point, the officials employed all kinds of methods.

The less clever officials counted heads one by one, but soon grew dizzy from the count. The countless moving faces gave them trypophobia, making it impossible to continue.

The smarter officials first calculated the approximate population density of the victims housed in the relief point, then measured the area it covered.

The smartest officials simply went into the kitchens and asked the cooks roughly how much food the victims consumed each day.

In the end, they arrived at a figure with a relatively small margin of error: 650,000 people.

A total of 650,000 victims had been settled at this largest Eastern Disaster Relief Point.

Together with the three relief points established in the Northern Part, Western Part, and south, which housed an average of 50,000 people each,

the total came to 800,000.

The total number of settled victims recorded in the Disaster Relief Report was indeed 800,000, without the slightest bit of inflation.

This...

The ministers collectively fell silent.

They stared blankly at their emperor—a fourteen-year-old minor—with one enormous question mark in their minds.

How had he done it?

How exactly had Your Majesty done it?

Given the Empire's conditions and infrastructure, even though Andorhal County was close by, when faced with a million disaster victims, the imperial capital could at most save three or four hundred thousand people even if it exerted all its strength. At best, it could save half of them; saving them all was impossible.

Yet their Your Majesty had accomplished the