“Milord, the citizens in the territory lack rest, and crave for entertainment. If this goes on, they might die of fatigue, or become zombies.”

Standing in front of Kang Chul-In, Kwak-Jung spoke proudly.

“Rest and entertainment? Explain this in more detail.”

As Kang Chul-In was looking for a reason why the happiness of his civilians was falling, he was desperate for any kind of explanation or solution.

“Everything is good right now.”

Kwak-Jung explained.

“No-one is starving, we’re getting paid lots of money, and the civilians don’t have to worry about the invasion of monsters, because of our strong military. And they also don’t have many complaints about the leaders of Laputa, since they themselves have proved themselves, and are working extremely hard. This is what you think, right?”

“And?”

“Milord, exactly how long do you sleep a night?”

“Hmm… Maybe 1 or 2 hours?”

“And are you alright?”

“What do you mean by that? Of course, I’m alright.”

“Hahaha…”

Kwak-Jung laughed, feeling awed by Kang Chul-In.

“Milord, not everyone in the world can...