However, the reconstruction of Bosporus is currently only Manuel's unilateral fantasy. To truly achieve an upgrade and reconstruction, he still needs to discuss it with his father and other key officials.
Although Manuel yearned for a centralized system, he didn't want to leave his subordinates with the impression of being a tyrannical despot.
After personally writing a letter instructing his father and brother to return to Mangup City as soon as possible, and hastily drafting a plan for an upgrade and renaming, Manuel sat in his chair and turned his attention to the names of the Principality's currently governed regions.
Although it was evening, it did not affect his energy in the slightest.
After comparing the current names of the Crimea region with his knowledge from his previous life and historical materials, Manuel thoughtfully jotted down his renaming plan in a nearby notebook.
"First, from now on, I will use the ancient name 'Tauris' to refer to this peninsula, replacing the Tatar-Turk term 'Crimea'. Hmm, what I'm doing is less about updating and more about restoring the original source. Yes, it's very reasonable.
"Then, the names of these cities also need to be changed," Manuel thought, writing in his notebook, "One, Akmechet will be renamed Simferopol. Speaking of 'Simferopol', which is Симферополь, the name itself is greek, Συμφερόπολη, meaning 'useful city';
"And Kozlov will be changed to its ancient name from the Bosporus Kingdom period, Kerkimetis; as for Keziyar, which of the two ancient names, Melita or Melika, would be better?
"There's also Karasubazar. Although there's no real need to change its name by common sense, I'd rather use the Slavic name 'Belogorsk' than the name given by the Crescent Sect Tatars. Alright, the main cities have all been renamed, that should be mostly it."
After writing all this, Manuel finally felt some fatigue, and looking out the window, he realized it was already night. "It was just evening a moment ago," he sighed in his heart.
It was late winter, but the weather was still good; at the very least, there was no snowstorm.
Outside the room's window, the crescent moon cast a bright moonlight upon the ground, while the stars were not as clear.
The snowless night seemed a bit quiet, which surprised Manuel, so he got up and looked out the window, only then realizing what time it was: inside Mangup City, the fires in the citizens' houses, except for those kept for warmth, had all been extinguished, informing him, who was still in the palace: Go to bed early, it's getting late.
Indeed, for over a year, Manuel had mostly been leading troops, 'accompanying' those troublesome Tatars on the battlefield.
In comparison, he had little time to calmly handle official duties in Mangup or Theodosia.
"It's been so long since I've sat peacefully at my desk in the palace to work. I even feel a bit nostalgic," he smiled helplessly, "I hope this peaceful life can continue in Tauris for a long time."
As Manuel was about to leave the palace and return to his residence, he made this final wish for himself and the Principality.
Early the next morning, Manuel, waking up beside his bedmate, stretched lazily before getting dressed to resolve the Girey Family issue today.
However, before he left, his wife Barbara tugged at the corner of his clothes.
This made Manuel turn back with some confusion, only to see her somewhat unsatisfied gaze.
Oh, thinking about it, because he had been deeply embroiled in warfare for the past year, the number of times he and Barbara had been intimate had visibly decreased significantly; otherwise, given their frequency when they were newly married, they should have at least one child by now.
"Shall we continue last night's…" Barbara blushed and lowered her head.
"Of course!"
The result was that Manuel did not return to the palace until noon.
"Phew, now let's continue to consider the main topic I didn't get to yesterday," Manuel muttered to himself, "I should think about how to deal with the Girey Family."
"Hmm, alright, have Badars come over. I need to confirm something," Manuel ordered his attendant after a moment of consideration.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Less than half an hour later, Badars swiftly arrived before Manuel.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Manuel naturally inquired about the current situation of the Girey Family.
"Your Highness, the main branch of the Girey Family, that is, the members of their patriarch Haji Giray's line, are either under our control or have been dealt with by the Golden Horde."
"Hmm? The Girey Family is considered a branch of these Tatars' so-called Golden Family, aren't they? They just dealt with them so simply?"
Although he had heard rumors, Manuel still asked with some disbelief.
"Your Highness, the members of these infidels' so-called Golden Family are numerous, not to mention that many of the Girey Family are guilty.
Perhaps, it would be abnormal for these nomadic barbarians if the main branch that incited the rebellion was not eliminated."
"Hmm, that fits my stereotype of nomads."
After roughly confirming it, Manuel smiled amiably, casually taking a jab at the nomads.
"Phew, let's get back to the main topic, Badars. What do you personally think is the best way to handle the Girey Family?"
"Your Highness, I believe that as for the others, it matters little, but Haji Giray himself is a hot potato.
Either he is executed on the spot now, or he is immediately sent to the Golden Horde for them to execute on the spot."
Badars' words coincided with Manuel's rational thoughts, but differed from his personal feelings.
Due to his admiration for these influential figures from his past life's memories, Manuel was somewhat reluctant to simply eliminate Haji Giray.
But reason told him that the sooner Haji Giray died, the better, and the clash of these two viewpoints made him struggle with the choice.
Half an hour later, Manuel still couldn't make a decision, so he temporarily decided to continue their house arrest.
"Let me think… It's troublesome. Before I make a formal decision, try not to harm the Girey Family in the slightest."
"Yes, Your Highness, loyalty!"
After seeing Badars off, Manuel, still undecided about the matter, thought of another person who was somewhat related to the Girey Family.
"Perhaps he can offer suitable advice."
Thinking this, he immediately called for someone to invite him.
Soon after, Suleiman Karamanoglu arrived in the room.
"Your Excellency Manuel, do you need me for something?" Suleiman asked cautiously.