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## Episode 89: It’s Like a Traffic Light

To resolve the misunderstanding, I conveyed that “I came here to develop this Death Forest.” However, Zeph’s response conveyed a firm intention: “If possible, I don’t want to put Kaiser-sama in danger.”

While forcibly carrying out the development is an option, doing so against the village chief’s wishes would leave a lingering issue, even if it is the best course of action. Later on, it could be said, “He ignored my opinion and used his power to develop the area.”

When the development is successful, the joy might overshadow the issue, but the seed of that issue could sprout for any reason. Therefore, it is best to proceed with mutual understanding.

Other lords might spread baseless rumors about the Quist family to gain the resources here, so it’s easy to imagine how the seed of discontent could grow.

However, I also understand why the village chief, Zeph, doesn’t want me to undertake the development.

If I were to die in this village, Zeph and all his relatives would likely face execution. It’s only natural that he wouldn’t want me to do anything reckless.

“You said you want to develop the area, so let him do as he pleases! This guy won’t listen to us anyway! Brother was the same! If you let him do as he pleases, he won’t foolishly try to avenge his brother!”

“Hey, stop it!”

“Let go, Mother! I can’t forgive this guy for coming here with such a picnic-like attitude!”

“Even so, he’s the heir of the lord! Do you want to be executed for disrespect?!”

As I was pondering how to convince Zeph, the door burst open. The girl from earlier dragged her mother in with a red face, entered without knocking, and said, “If you want to develop, do as you please.”

Hearing this, the woman, who seemed to be the mother, turned pale and tried to drag her daughter out of the room while scolding her. Zeph, his face turning from blue to ashen, looked flustered, unsure of what to say, glancing back and forth between me and the girl.

Oh. Red, blue, and yellow…

While Zeph’s family was in a mild panic, I, unlike them, remained calm, thinking, “It’s like a traffic light.”