Philex the Consul sat in her office, staring blankly at the documents piled into a small mountain before her.
"Why has the workload suddenly increased so much?" When "work" took the concrete form of a mountain of documents before her, even a powerful mage capable of defeating Legendary Magic Beasts felt a chill down her spine. "Wasn't there only this little before?"
As she complained, she gestured with her hand to indicate a height.
Roughly one-tenth the size of the pile before her.
Don't think that was a small amount. In the past, she had needed more than three hours every day to deal with those documents—handling documents did not mean merely glancing at them, picking up a pen, and scribbling "Read." One had to carefully read them, think through and understand the matter they described, consider how to deal with it, and write out a general opinion on the handling. Even a skilled administrative officer could process thirty documents in an hour only at the very limit.
"Even if I neither ate nor drank, neither slept nor rested, and worked overtime like my life depended on it, I still couldn't finish this much work!" Philex practically wanted to scream. "What am I supposed to do?!"
"My lady, you should consider delegating authority." Asna, once deputy mayor of Glimmerstone Town and now its mayor, one of the consuls of the Northwest Republic, and already known as "Yellow Crystal," offered this advice.
This woman, who clearly possessed the bearing of nobility yet had never been willing to reveal her surname, had come to Glimmerstone Town with her husband, Clito. In the judgment of some seasoned old hands, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that they had been eloping, as the legends said.
Clito was a handsome black-haired young man—though he could