A State-Sponsored Privateer Fleet (6)

Minister of Rites Yi Ye summoned me.

He did not tell me why, but I could guess the reason he had called me.

A victory report had arrived saying that, thanks to my stratagem, the Lord of Tsushima had become a daimyo of Wa in both name and reality, so he must have summoned me to discuss how Joseon should deal with Wa from now on.

“I’m already so busy I could die from all the work at the Hall of Worthies, and now I have to help with the Ministry of Rites’ work as well. I’m really going to die, I tell you.”

It seems even His Majesty King Sejong, Hwang Hui, and the other ministers tend to see me as something other than human.

Since the people above me think that way, it seems to affect the officials below them as well.

Not long ago, I happened to overhear Choe Man-ri and two other scholars making this sort of idle chatter at the Hall of Worthies.

They referred to me as a workaholic—a nasty sort of person whose mouth would grow thorns if he went even one day without working.

Me, a workaholic...!

All I’m doing is finding and handling the work I have no choice but to do for Joseon. What the hell kind of workaholic am I...