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Chapter 361: Expansion

According to the records in Stall Literature, temperature control was the governing variable in large-scale nitroglycerin production. The reaction was exothermic, and the heat it generated was more than capable of detonating the product if poorly managed. Keep the reaction vessel at a steady temperature, and the nitroglycerin could be manufactured safely in bulk.

The problem was the cooling.

An ice-water mixture worked in a laboratory — adequate for small quantities, reasonable for tests. For production at scale, it was too slow and consumed itself too quickly. And producing ice in quantity was its own logistical burden. Agatha’s Frozen Coffin, however — that ability could sustain temperatures approaching one hundred degrees below zero without ongoing cost. As a continuous cooling system for a large reaction vessel, it was almost ideal.

Whether the chemistry would cooperate with the witchcraft remained to be seen. Roland was not certain, but he had learned to try things before dismissing them. And if something went wrong during the experiments, Nana could fix it.

He wrote a reference letter and handed it to his guard, who escorted Agatha to the chemical laboratory and delivered the letter to Kyle Sichi. In addition to describing Agatha’s ability, Roland had constructed a plausible noble background for her in the letter, hoping the backstory would soften Sichi’s reception. He closed the letter and still felt faintly worried. Keymor was blunt, Agatha was proud, and their shared space was a room full of explosive chemicals.

He was considering whether to follow them when Scroll pushed the door open.

“Your Highness, the results from the second batch of examinations.” She smiled — the small private kind, the one she allowed herself when the numbers were good. “Seven hundred and sixty-two students have passed. Half of them are adults.”

“That many?” Roland felt genuine pleasure. The first cohort had been fifty-some children from Karl’s school. Half of this batch being adults was evidence that the night school program was actually working — not just filling rooms, but producing graduates capable of passing the assessment.

“Yes. Universal education has been running for close to six months. The students are generally under twenty-five, and basic reading and writing isn’t beyond them at that age.”

It probably helps that the writing system isn’t Chinese, Roland thought privately, though he still found the local characters awkward in the way that anything learned in one’s second language never quite feels natural. During the program’s early months he’d had no certainty it would gain traction — it was entirely new to Graycastle, with nothing to compare it against. He and Scroll had spent considerable time designing separate tracks for minors and for working adults, building in stipends and incentives to make the night classes worth attending after a full day of labor.

The results were better than he’d dared project.

None of it would have worked without Scroll. She had managed the execution the way a good teacher managed a classroom: with quiet authority, an intolerance for disorganized thinking, and the patience to correct the same mistake as many times as it required. He had felt like a junior in their planning meetings more than once.

She was born for this work.

“Thank you,” he said. “Truly. You’ve done this well.”

“It’s my pleasure to serve, Your Highness.” She gave a small bow.

He set the thought aside and focused. The factories had been waiting for labor this capable for months.

“Please ask Barov to come.”


The City Hall Director arrived quickly — and visibly eager. His head was balder than last season, the creases on his forehead deeper, but there was no fatigue in his bearing. The more work the expansion generated, the more alive he seemed to become.

“Your Highness — is this about the new graduates?”

“It is.” Roland nodded. “Since the Months of Demons arrived early this year, Timothy won’t be able to press into the Western Region until spring. I want to use the winter to scale up the First Army and increase factory capacity at the same time.”

“The City Hall as well,” Barov said. “Once the town expands to city scale, the territory will be five to six times larger. We’ll need considerably more officers.”

“You’re not forgotten.” Roland drew out a sheet and began writing as he spoke. “Of the seven hundred new graduates, the City Hall takes twenty percent. The acid plant takes forty. The rest go to the steam engine plant and bicycle plant — at least a hundred to the bicycle plant. Set pay according to the existing scale, but the acid factory rate can run a little higher. Fill the positions quickly.”

He did not add the soap and perfume plants to the list. Their operations were simple and repetitive enough that literacy conferred no real advantage — the workers there didn’t need to be among the graduates. This was not a slight against those factories; it was the calculation that mattered. Educated workers understood their position within a larger system. They cooperated better, accepted procedures better, and brought a steadiness to complex multi-step work that illiterate workers often couldn’t sustain. The advanced factories required that steadiness. It was not incidental.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Barov looked up from his notes. “The army — how many?”

“At minimum, one thousand. Recruit from the newly elevated civilians and the eastern refugees first.” Roland set the pen down. “As before: City Hall handles the notices, the First Army handles selection and intake.”

“One thousand —” Barov hesitated, doing the arithmetic. “That doubles the current headcount. If we equip them to First Army standard, the costs will be considerable.”

“I’ve accounted for it. Proceed.”

The threat from the demons was real and the timeline was not generous. Besides completing the consolidation of the Western Region, the first imperative of spring was the defeat of Timothy — conclusive, not partial. Once Timothy’s regime was finished, the new city of the Western Region would become the effective capital of Graycastle regardless of what held in the east. From there, population growth and trade could expand without the present constraints.

Barov didn’t need to know the full picture — his role was resources and logistics, not strategy. Roland let him leave with his instructions clear and his questions answered.

Then a guard brought a new message: Margaret’s caravan had arrived.

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