The beginning of April flew by in a blur.
The corrupt Empire had far more that needed fixing than I had expected. First, we had to fill the vacancies created when the nobles were swept away.
The highly skilled personnel brought over from the South also needed time to learn the ropes.
Unlike the South, whose population had now reached twenty-five million, the Central region boasted a staggering fifty million people. Even a simple comparison of the population showed a difference of nearly two to one.
Moreover, while I had personally laid the foundations and modernized the South, the Central region was in a truly miserable state compared to the South, whose administration was more modernized than that of any other existing nation.
"No, does this place really have a population of fifty million?"
The land had been surveyed haphazardly, leaving many empty areas, and the population census was questionable enough to make me wonder whether it had been conducted properly at all. The Empire's poor administrative capabilities meant that it could not even properly grasp the situation in the Central region.
On top of that, a considerable portion of the figures had been deliberately falsified because of corruption.
That was why I had to offer unusually generous terms in order to implement swift administrative measures.
Report the harvest yields and population of your domains by the second week of April without concealing anything. Even if what you report differs from past records, the generous Kyle Leopold will overlook it this once...
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