Remarried Empress – Chapter 297. An artificial hill . (1)
A few days later, the secretary, who was sent by Soviet Union to find out about Eberly's necklace.
"The dean gave Eveli a necklace through Sponsor. I'm telling you, I didn't want to tell you who the Sponsor was."
A few harsh words must have come and gone to open the dean's mouth. The displeasure that was evident on the secretary's expression gave an inkling of the situation at the time.
"I know that you have a heavy mouth."
Sovietzsche rolled the pen in his hand and smiled contentedly. The harder information to dig up, the more it contained.
If the dean makes his mouth heavy, he can tighten his chin to open his mouth. Things that will come after that will be worth it.
"I'll have to go to Willow myself."
Although Willwall is said to be operating like a autonomous region, it was only part of the Eastern Empire.
It was this side's consideration not to pressure them, not because they didn't have the power to do so, so I thought I should remind the dean.
After being bitten by his secretary, he called in Marquis Carl to confirm his schedule. His routine was so tight that there were few days off. It was because I was more busy now that I was doing what Navi used to do.
"What's the adjustable schedule? I have to go to Willwall."
"This is an urgent matter, so we have to settle it right away. This side… this side may be controllable."
But as we were talking, another secretary, Count Firnu, came in and reported.
"Your Majesty, there's a man from Bear's business."
"If it's not urgent, later."
"Should I say I'm in a hurry…I made a strange request."
"Strange request?"
"There is circumstantial evidence that someone is trying to forge a bill that was issued by Bear Corporation
"Um?"
The Soviet Union frowned. The Marquis of Carr also leaned back and looked back at Count Firnu.
Bear's bill has been used in the royal family for generations. What do you mean forging a bill? It was a matter of great importance.
"It's not a forgery, it's just a situation. But it was a note issued a long time ago, so it looked very unsettling."
"I suppose so."
"Yes, so they said they'd first convert large bills into new ones. All the bills you use are large, so I want to change them for you. If you send me the bills, I will change them within a day."
Since there was no immediate need to write a bill, Soviet Union readily allowed it.
"Try to do it.
A man from Bear's firm went to headquarters escorted by royal guards.
The imperial guards returned to the palace only after confirming that the man entered the Chamber of Commerce and met the Chairman.
"I brought it, sir."
"Well done."
The chairman received an envelope containing a bill, put it down, opened a drawer and took out special glasses that could distinguish imperial bills and wore them.
That's right. They're all imperial bills.
He then took out the bill's ledger and statement of use and checked the number and amount.
All these procedures ended quickly and quickly. As it was an important matter, the chairman took off his glasses and lamented.
"It was Queen Rasta's bill on the butterfly!"
It is not possible to distinguish the Queen's bill from the Emperor's. However, the bills issued to the Emperor of Soviet Union were well matched by the amount left over, including issuance and expenditure. In other words, there was no room for Queen Rasta to leak out in the middle.
Then the answer is one. Empress Rasta spent the money of the former empress as she did.
'How vicious you are.'
The chairman clicked his tongue.
After many years as the owner of a big business, he also did a lot of computational work. There were many times when they put gains ahead of justice. However, he has never tampered with money other than his own.
Besides, who is the queen of butterflies? I think she got divorced because of Queen Rasta. How could he use his money…even using the money to raise one's reputation and be praised by the people.
There were many worse emperors and empress in the world. Many people killed tens of thousands of people or ruined the country by collecting more taxes than needed. Perhaps Queen Rasta is less guilty than they are.
But it was disgusting.
The chairman of the Bear Company had eaten with the Queen several times in a butterfly. To be honest, she was not a empress with humanity. Throughout the meal, he was in a quaint mood whether the person in front of him was a textbook of etiquette or not.
But he didn't hate the butterfly empress. The Queen of Navier did not show a friendly smile, but she did not turn around and betray her under a kind mask, act as if she would do me a favor, and turn around and change her words.
She was not a warm and cozy person, but a reliable and trustworthy person.
He did not shield the poor with a loving and loving heart, but he took care of them more clearly than those who spoke kindly.
When Rasta became Empress, he spent days depressed by various complications.
The appearance of the empress from a poor commoner was proud from the common people's point of view, and I admired the queen's gentle mind. When I immediately released a huge amount of money into donations, I admired him as a really nice person.
At the same time, it was bitter to disappear like a empress being pushed away by an innocent butterfly.
It was considered complicated for those who were delighted to admire the welfare policy newly introduced by the Empress Navier to forget the first joy and go crazy about the new empress when the benefits became natural.
But that was all Bear had to do with the empress. He didn't intend to set up a new authority for the Queen of Butterflies. Rasta became the new empress, but it was all the more so because nothing changed from before.
He naturally followed and adapted to the atmosphere of the times. Taking this trend, he only thought about expanding and strengthening his top.
But the dark truth that had been hidden was revealed with my own hands. The chairman closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair as the feeling of emptiness and despondency surged.
"That's how you left…."
When I closed my eyes and muttered in a vain mood, my eyes became dark for no reason.
It was on her wedding day that Queen Rasta sowed a huge bill. The nave and empress were also invited to the wedding.
People who praised Rasta were told that the empress had no shame and that she was thick-faced.
I didn't think it was that much, but the chairman also thought that the butterfly and the empress were iron-faced. Attendance at my ex-husband's wedding with my remarried husband.
Of course, it was a nation-to-state affair, but isn't it possible that he wouldn't come around in pain?
I thought that I should be a bit shameless to become a second marriage queen, and I thought about the stiffness of the empress in butterflies.
However, it was wrong from the beginning. It was his misunderstanding, his prejudice.
The chairman lamented, recalling how Queen Rasta would have felt when she was being praised by people by spraying her money.
You must have felt bad. You must have been angry and sad. No matter how cold you are, it's not that you don't have feelings. It must have been amazing and ridiculous.
I remembered the scene of Queen Rasta, who was enthusiastic during the wedding march. The butterfly, which was following through the cold silence, recalled the image of the empress.
He's gone…."
The chairman's nose got sore for nothing. I felt sorry because I couldn't imagine how unfair and painful it must have been. This is how I felt even though I didn't like the butterfly empress very much.
The chairman, who had been sniffing for about 15 minutes, belatedly came to his senses when he heard the door knocking.
"Mr. Chairman?"
The secretary, who came in with thick papers, ran to the chairman, who was stunned.
"Are you all right?"
With a shake of his hand, the chairman ordered in a cold voice.
"That's it. That's it, go find the reporter, Joanson."