I Became a Witch and Started an Industrial Revolution

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Hearing ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Midia’s teasing, Anna’s cheeks flushed slightly.

Although ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Anna believed that for a close-combat mage who had undergone special training and was completely specialized for melee combat, excessively large breasts were actually not a good thing, since they would often shift her center of gravity and hinder close-quarters fighting.

But ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍since Midia had said it...

She ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍could only agree.

The ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍two maid attendants following behind her had faces full of excitement from meeting their idol, yet at the same time wore expressions of bewilderment as their idol’s astonishing remarks shattered the image they had held of her. For a moment, they stood frozen in place.

Midia glanced at the two of them, assuming they had been hurt by her ”bigger is better” comment. She quickly smiled and comforted them, “I wasn’t talking about you two. Small ones are actually very cute too.”

The two maids could not help lowering their heads to look at themselves.

“......”

After casually exchanging a few pleasantries, the two of them sat down at the dining table to enjoy lunch. While they ate, Anna briefly summarized several frontline battle reports for Midia to determine which parts interested her the most before the afternoon’s work began, so that she could later compile detailed documents on those specific topics.

When she heard about the devastating casualties inflicted upon the Holy See’s civilians by the strategic bombing, Midia calmly swallowed the vegetables in her mouth.

“So that’s why I was suddenly being fed like a rabbit today. There’s no need to do this again in the future. This is only the appetizer~”

Midia’s reaction was extremely calm.

Or rather, indifferent.

She knew exactly how many human tragedies those numbers represented, and she also understood that being burned alive by napalm was no less agonizing than being flayed alive while fully conscious.

But so what?

Was she supposed to order a frontal assault into the city and fight street by street against a city with a thousand years of accumulated foundations, where layers upon layers of Magic Arrays had been continuously reinforced through generations?

Was she insane?

Now that the war had reached the point of national annihilation, where only one side could survive, who still dared harbor sympathy or mercy toward the enemy?

She was not naive enough to believe that if the Holy See possessed such weapons, it would refrain from using them against the Alliance. Nor did she believe that the fate awaiting the defeated would be any better than being burned to death by napalm.

If resources were not infinite and there was no escaping that limitation, then with one’s own resources being limited, while also wanting to improve the people’s lives, increase the population, and raise their quality of life, yet energy could not be created from nothing—if one side gained more, another had to lose.

Then there were only two ways to obtain a larger share of resources.

Seize someone else’s resources.

Or physically eliminate the organisms consuming those resources.

War or exploitation.

It was that simple.

Some things simply had to be done.

If this generation did not do them, then the next generation would.

Or the generation after that.

The Alliance’s military officers and university students had all received education in this regard. They understood that every era had its own defining theme, and that the limitations imposed by productive forces did not change according to individual will.

Therefore, they could only do what needed to be done in their own time, accumulating enough foundations for future generations so that those who came after could break free from the constraints of the era.

Giving them an opportunity.

An opportunity to live in a society where they no longer had to worry about survival, where they could comfortably stand upon the moral high ground and criticize the executioners and decision-makers recorded in history—people like them.

“Your Majesty, I received a report from the elves. Recently, in order to meet production quotas, a large number of factories have bypassed their supervision and discharged wastewater that should have been regularly purified directly underground. The groundwater in some regions has already suffered widespread contamination.”

“Good. Very good!”

Setting down her chopsticks, Midia accepted the documents Anna took from inside her clothes. She laughed out of sheer anger.

From that single action, she immediately understood the deeper implication.

Bypassing the official document delivery process meant Anna believed the normal circulation channels might leak the information.

That meant there was probably more than one big fish involved.

What nonsense about discharging wastewater just to rush production quotas.

That excuse might fool the fundamentally innocent elves.

No one else.

When considering the issue of chemical pollution from industrialization, Midia had specifically asked the elves to improve and enhance the plant-based wastewater purification methods she had seen in her previous life.

Through large-scale targeted breeding and enhancement of plant genetics, the plants could simultaneously remove excessive harmful elements from various types of wastewater. The results were excellent, and the purification speed was also fairly fast, effectively solving the problem of industrial chemical pollution.

At the same time, the replacement frequency of the plant systems could also indirectly estimate a factory’s production output, allowing officials to detect illegal overtime, falsified production figures, concealed output, and similar violations.

To this end, Midia had deliberately added a second layer of protection.

Theoretically speaking, factories could simply replace the plant systems themselves on a regular basis to maintain the purification cycle. There was no need for the elves to conduct on-site inspections. They only needed to cultivate seeds at fixed intervals.

Yet she deliberately assigned them that inspection work.

The purpose was mutual supervision, ensuring the greatest possible reliability of the monitoring data.

Under those circumstances, bypassing the purification facilities to discharge wastewater underground could only have been done to evade official oversight.

There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface.

Anyone caught deliberately discharging wastewater would see every member of the factory’s management investigated. Even if they were not forced into early retirement, their chances of promotion for the rest of their lives would be over.

No one would pay such a heavy price merely to slack off or rush production.

Unless...

They were falsifying production capacity.

The Alliance was now fully transitioning into a wartime economic system. The overwhelming majority of resources were being directed toward the military industry, while civilian industries had suffered massive supply reductions. As a result, prices for consumer goods other than daily necessities and essential items had skyrocketed.

The most typical example was the mechanical wristwatch introduced by the Alliance two years earlier.

In just two years, its price had surged from the official suggested retail price of 30 to 400, yet demand still far exceeded supply.

There was nothing that could be done about it.

At present, only the Alliance possessed the capability to manufacture something requiring such precision.

Meanwhile, those watch factories had all been requisitioned by the military to manufacture aircraft engines.

Watch production had ceased long ago.

However, the imbalance between supply and demand had also indirectly driven up the premiums on many civilian products, making them highly profitable.

Regardless of how they manipulated the situation, however, the goods ultimately still had to be manufactured by factories.

In other words, without bypassing official supervision, everything would have been meaningless.

That was also why Midia so quickly understood what they were trying to do.

Simply by asking who benefited from illegally discharging wastewater, she could roughly infer the hidden truth concealed behind it.

After thinking for a long time, Midia said, “Given the current circumstances, we won’t take direct action for now. First, send several investigation teams down there to stir the grass and startle the snakes. Make them rein themselves in a little. Organize elf scholars and specialists to carry out emergency deep purification and restoration of the contaminated areas we’ve already identified.”

“During this period, begin investigating the consumer market for expensive goods whose prices have remained abnormally inflated over the past year while still maintaining a certain volume of sales. Compile all the factories involved in their production, the composition and consumption of their metal alloys, and gradually narrow down the scope until we pinpoint the exact targets.”

“Record every government official who attempts to interfere, intervene, or coordinate on their behalf. Build relationship maps based on their social networks, family clans, and every other possible connection.”

“I understand, Your Majesty!”

After taking a sip of tea, Midia said quietly: “Leave the contaminated soil alone for now, it will have its own purpose.”