I'll Be The Matriarch in This Life I Shall Master

by Usui Takumii

not mine, free web novel

2. 11 to 20

Chapter 11

Would it be my mistake if Clerivan's expression of brushing off the wood debris from his clothes looks very happy?

There was still a moment in the classroom.

All of the children, including me, were so busy looking at the log in front and the Clerivan alternately.

"Sell it?"

Belsach was the first to break the silence.

The guy who was sitting hung up on the seat he was lying down throughout the class made an impression and asked.

"Yes, yes. This task is to sell these logs and get the money."

Belsach or not. Clerivan's smile remained unchanged.

"You can use any method to sell things. You can cut or split this tree, or burn it if necessary."

So, in a word, you just need to sell it, regardless of the means and methods.

"Hmm..."

It was the same for me that I can't remember the pointed number.

As Clerivan said, that was just a log and it didn't seem to have any special corners.

It's a timber and light b-bo tree, but you won't be able to lift it and move it alone.

Besides, such a tree is so common that it can be sold to anyone who needs firewood at best.

It was when I was wondering what to do.

"However, you shouldn't use your position. You should only sell this tree to people who need it."

"Alas."

A little sigh came right next to me on the last condition Clerivan had.

It was Mayron and Gilliu.

The two guys were sighing with their eyes lowered as if they were very sorry.

What, what were you thinking.

As I was looking at them with very suspicious glances, Larane, who was quietly listening to Clerivan's words, carefully raised his hand.

"There ... ."

"Yes, Larane, please tell me."

"Lift it myself..., do I have to carry it?"

Is it embarrassing to ask a question, his white face turned red.

"Don't worry about it. This is just a sample, and it will already be delivered one by one to your place."

"Ah, that's good."

If I was worried about having to go with that heavy whine, or if I heard the answer, Larane smiled, and a pretty dimple fell into her cheek.

"I don't like it."

I am admiring Larane, which is pretty as a lily, and I hear an uneven voice.1

You can tell who you are without having to look there.

It was Belsach's fat voice.

"Why do I have to do that?"

That guy is also short, just as expected.

The mouth is still smiling, but the laughter disappears from Clerivan's eyes.

"What is such a thing, Belsach?"

"Selling things like that. Why do I have to do things like that?"

"Why do you think it's only for the people below?"

"My mother did that. It's bad to deal with money."

It was such a serene word that I grinned.

Seral, a native of Angenas, a second-class family in the Lambrew Empire, was truly 'aristocratic'.

In fact, in the past, there were times when direct money transactions and obsession with money were regarded as non-aristocratic.

But that's all old days too.

The nobles were shocked by the appearance of Lombardy starting as commerce and taking control of everything with the power of money.

Realizing the power of one or two assets, they were either putting up a ring with the money they had been sleeping on or actively setting up the top and jumping into commerce.

That's why the Angenas family, which lasted until the end, created the top of Durak and reached out to the room textile market.

I recalled the last time Durak visited the mansion to seek Lombardy's help.

But Belsach, the descendant of Angenas, is making such an easy-going sound.

"Then it can't be helped."

Clerivan said that it was a pity.

"I have no choice but to give Belsach a failing point for this assignment."

"Failure point?"

Belsach's face, muttering the word 'failure point' for a moment, quickly turned red.

"Why am I failing?"

"There is no way to do anything. This assignment is to sell things, but Belsach refuses to do so, so I have to fail."

"Then it's okay for the teacher to change the assignment! The problem is that the assignments are stupid from the start!"

"Is that so. Okay."

That was it.

Clerivan was neither angry nor tried to make Belsach understand.

He just turned around and said to us except Belsach.

"You can have the money from selling the tree logs, and the person who earns the most money has a reward, so please work hard."

Eventually, Belsach, who was completely excluded, groaned.

'Boom!'

He opened the door and left.

That didn't mean anyone cares.

I went a little closer and looked at the tree.

"Hmm."

I wondered if there was anything I was missing, but it was really an ordinary log.

Clerivan said he could use any method.

I squatted in front of the tree, stabbing the rough shells and starting to roll my head fiercely.

Tree. Where can I use the tree?

It was obvious that I would not receive a few pennies even if I tried to sell it as it is.

If so, it means that you have to process it.

The moment I thought about it, there was a flashing memory in my head.

Oh, there was that person.

The person who will make these crude logs reborn as artifacts.

The man was now in Lombardy.

The room that my father and I use is more like an apartment than a 'room'.

There is only one entrance door to this place, but there are four rooms connected to the space used as a living room and reception room.

Compared to the place where the other brothers of my father live, it looks a lot smaller, but it is a perfect size for us.

If my father doesn't mess with books all over the parlor like today.

When I came out of the room, I was amazed at the messed-up living room, and I was standing far away, but my dad couldn't see me because he was immersed in what he was doing.

Being careful not to step on the books on the floor, I went to my father's side and saw him drawing something hard.

"Dad ...?"

"Oh, did Tia come?"

Hearing my voice, my father raised his head and smiled brightly.

"Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not busy."

As my father said so, he shrugged off what he was drawing and put it away.

Even your daughter may be a little annoying if interfere you with what you were focusing on.

Rather, my father hugged me tightly.

"Actually, I have a request for my dad."

"Oh, my Tia is asking for a favor. Dad will listen to anything."

"That's it. Please draw a picture."

"Drawing?"

Father tilted his head.

"Yes, what kind of picture would you like to draw? Flowers? Trees? Or cute animals?"

"Grandmother's face."

"Grandmother's face?"

What I asked for was pretty embarrassing, my father blinked silently.

"Yes, I wonder what Grandma was like."

It was my grandmother who died a few years before I was born.

I saw the image in the portrait left behind, but that was all...

If you knew my curious mind, I grabbed the sketchbook again, which my father had pushed back even though he was scratching his cheek.

"Well... The last time I saw her was too long ago. I don't remember well."

While saying so, my father's hand moved quickly.

Without hesitating a few times, the pencil in his hand moved like dancing on white paper.

I quietly sat next to my father and watched him.

There was only a crunching sound in the living room.

"Oh, this is it"

"Wow!"

It wasn't a false cheer.

When I saw the finished painting, admiration flowed out without my knowledge.

The grandmother that my father remembers was smiling with a friendly smile.

There were some light wrinkles around the eyes, and the tail went down, similar to my father.

Although it was drawn only with black lines, I could feel the love for her son in both eyes.

"My mother was a very friendly person."

The words were blurred as if I missed my father.

Then he stroked the edge of the paper a few times with his thumb, then carefully pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to me.

"But why did you suddenly ask me to draw grandma's picture, Tia?"

"Well, I have someone to show it."

"Who?"

My dad seemed to want to ask more, but I rolled a piece of paper in one hand and jumped down from the chair.

"I'll come after playing outside for a while. I'll be back!"

"Huh? Outside?"

My father, who seemed embarrassed for a moment, shouted out into the head of my back as he opened the door and ran out.

"Please play carefully so as not to fall over!"

I'm not falling, father. How old am I!

In fact, does my father have the ability to read the future?1

Tuk.

"Ahh!"

I exited the main building where I live and headed for my destination with excitement, but my feet got caught in the stone beak.

"Hey!"

The seven-year-old was able to squeeze as much strength and balance as he could and was able to squeeze it against the ground with his other foot and not fall, but the pocket he had tied to his waist fell to the ground.

Oh, my snack pouch.

I could see a grain of candy rolling out of the stubborn pouch.

It rolled on the floor, but fortunately, it didn't get much dirt.

I quickly picked it up and blew it off.

No one sees it, but how is it?

After confirming that there was no visible dirt on the surface, I threw it in my mouth.

"Hey!"

Looking at the side of the sound, two small heads fell far behind the wall.

It was a familiar head.

"Come out."

Even though I talked to them, it's still without an answer.

"Gilliu, Mayron."

When I called their names, the twin procrastinated and approached me.

However, the facial expressions of the two are strange.

Gilliu stared at me, and the Mayron seemed to be restless.

"You ate what fell on the ground."1

"It's said that what fell on the ground must throwing away."

Oh, you saw it.

"Why, what. Why do you do that?"

I was very embarrassed to find out to eat candy that fell on the ground, but I decided to go out confidently.

"You will die, Tia."

"Let's go to Dr. O'Malley, Tia."

The twins grabbed my arms one by one and tried to pull me.

"A man barely dies from that?."

Annoying guys.

"Why are you two chasing me?"

The topic was switched before biting more horsetail.

"Well, that's..."

Fortunately, the twins suddenly became speechless and quiet.

"If you don't have anything to say, I'll go. Bye."

There was no time to be wasting like this here.

I'm busy on the way to go.

Turning around, Mayron said urgently to me.

"We want to go together!"

"Do you know where I am going?"

"I don't know, but it will be fun!"

"Right! Because Tia is fun!"

Are they feeding me now?

I thought about it for a while, but I could see one thing for sure.

I'm not the one who won't follow when other sayings don't follow me.

"Then, stay quiet so you don't bother. I'm busy."

"Okay!"

"I'll be quiet!"

The twins who nodded while laughing with identical faces were pretty cute.

I've seen sprouts in my beauty since I was a kid. You two.

And I started moving back to where I was supposed to.

He said he walked fast on my side, but his legs were still too short, so he didn't get as fast as he felt.

"But where are we going now?"

Someone who asked me was Gilliu, who was walking leisurely as if for a walk.

"Come and see, I know."

It's hard.

Fortunately, the person I was looking for was not far away.

Among the oversized Lombardy mansion buildings, it is the most outlying, but the most vibrant.

A very small town with houses with a completely different atmosphere from the main building where we live.

"Wow, whoa! Where is this?"

"I didn't know there was such a place in the mansion!"

The twins couldn't shut up and looked around and said.

"This is the home of Lombardy's resident employees and their families."

I triumphantly explained by wiping the sweat from the chin.

Now all I have to do is ask and find him.

A genius sculptor who bloomed late at the age of 30.

An artist from Lombardy who later sculpted the Emperor's figure.

Alpheo Jean, now 16 years old, is here somewhere.

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Alpheo began to gain fame when I just started working with my grandfather.

There were countless artists sponsored by Lombardy, but Alpheo was special.

It was at the late age of thirty that he began to work in earnest.

Unlike other Lombardy artists, who are usually excavated at a young age and nurtured in greenhouses, Alpheo was originally a carpenter.

It is also the third generation carpenter working in Lombardy after his grandfather and father.

So when my grandfather heard the news from Alpheo, he felt very sorry.

It would have been nice if we could have sponsored such talent earlier and created a good working environment.

But Alpheo didn't care about that.

Rather, he was very grateful to Lombardy for supporting him, even late, and presented his first official work to the family.

The title of the work is 'World Tree'.

It was a gigantic-sized piece of wood that embodies the Lombardy pattern, the World Tree.

It was a masterpiece of carving several trees separately and putting them together into one.

And with that work, Alpheo quickly became an artist renowned throughout the empire.

"But how do I find him?"

It was midday, so most of the people were working in the mansion, it was a busy residential area for employees, but it was just dead.

Should I go from house to house and ask if he doesn't know Alpheo?

"What is that?"

"It looks amazing!"

Oh, and it turns out you've forgotten them.

The twins were running around like kids at the toy corner, marveling at the things they saw for the first time.

"Gilliu! Mayron! Don't go crazy!"

I shouted, but the two didn't even pretend to hear it.

"Wow! Here's water!"

"I guess you're scooping it up with this gourd!"

"Let's float the water too!"

Oh, that's a bit dangerous.

Gilliu and Mayron, who were wondering whether they were seeing the well for the first time, were installing them saying that they would pump up water with a gourd.

It's 11-years-old, so it's bigger than me, but it was well made to fit the height of an adult.

It seemed dangerous to seeing them rumbling with their hands.

"Hey! You guys come down!"

Eventually, I grabbed the skirt of my dress and ran to them.

But my legs were short, and the twins acted needlessly fast.

"Wow!"

Mayron's body leaned to take out the gourds from the well, staggered for a moment, and then leaned down.

As it is, Mayron falls into the well.

"No!"

I shouted out loud and reached out, but it was useless.

But then.

"What, you guys!"

A big hand approached, grabbed Mayron's back, and pulled it up.

Then, with the other hand, he also grabbed Gilliu's torso.

"It's dangerous to play at the well!"

The low voice that had passed the transformer screamed out of anger.

The twins, one on each side of the sleepy person, struggled to escape, but it wasn't easy.

"Huh! Heo! Hey! Why are you trying to crawl into the well!"

I shouted at the two of them, breathing full of excitement to the end of my chin.

And I looked at the person who saved the twins.

I have to say thank you.

It was the moment when I saw the face of a young teenager who was frowning as if he was as surprised as I was in a dangerous situation.

"Huh? Huh!"

The face is ripe in the eyes.

Red hair with noses full of freckles and taller than others.

16-year-old Alpheo Jean was standing in front of me.

"Hmm!"

Let's stay calm, calm down.

I coughed to clear up my excitement and said to the young man Alpheo.

"Hey, would you like to put those two down?"

Alpheo looked down at me and soon put the twins down.

"Who are you? These are the faces I've never seen before."

Yes, that's the first time you'll see it.

I replied with a bright smile.

"My name is Florentia, this is Gilliu, and this is Mayron."

Kindly pointed them to one by one and introduced them.

But instead of saying his name, Alpheo frowned at me and glanced at the twins.

The name seemed familiar to his ears.

Then, when he saw our classy clothes, his eyes trembled.

"Well, no way"

It seemed to me, he realized that the three of us were Lombardy's direct bloodlines.

You can't put a sense of distance from the beginning.

I deliberately said with a brighter smile.

"I'm sorry for making the fuss."

"Sin, I'm sorry, My Lady! Sorry, Masters! I, I don't know!"

"No, I'm not trying to get an apology..."

I tried to fix it later, but Alpheo took off the hat he was wearing and repeatedly said sorry.

It doesn't seem like the people in my family treat their employees so harshly.

Seeing that his face turned red to his neck, it seemed to be Alpheo's personality.

Well, Alpheo Jane, who was just over thirty years old, was also an innocent and pure person.

"No. These are the twins wrong?"

"But... ."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"I am Alpheo."

Again, I was right.

"Hey, Alpheo. I'm sorry, can I get a bucket of water from the well?"

At my request, Alpheo was a little embarrassed but silently poured water.

"The two playing with that water. Don't do anything dangerous."

Playing with a gourd of water.

It might sound strange.

However, the eleven-year-old twins sat down in front of a wooden log, just as I said, and frolicking in the water.

Now, the disturber is also gone, so let's bring out the main argument.

"My father's name is Gallahan. You know?"

"Oh, yes."

"So, I have a request."

It was a very strange logical connection, but fortunately, Alpheo didn't seem to notice.

"I heard from someone, and Alpheo is good at sculpting?"

"Well, that... It's just about selling children's toys by carving them out of wood. I'm not good at... ."

"Wow, you're already making money with pieces! You're an expert!"

Praise makes the whale dance too.

As he rubbed his greased hair of him in a fuss, I could see Alpheo's face, who was overly nervous before, was loosened a lot now.

"If you have a picture, can you sculpt a person's face? I have a tree to use."

Alpheo hesitated a little when I showed it by hand that it was this size.

"A person's face is a little difficult, so..."

Is there still a bunch of pieces up to that level?

I got a little nervous.

"I have had my family's faces carved before."

Oh, that's good.

"But... ... ."

Why again?

I couldn't stand it and ask.

"Then it takes a long time?"

It's a big deal, then I can't.

The time Clerivan gave was only a week or so.

"But it's a holiday from my job. In about four days..."

No, I listened to what he said and relieved?

I was happy and held Alpheo's hand tightly with both hands. And I put the grandmother's portrait drawn by my father in his hand.

"I'll take care of your labor expenses!"

It was Alpheo Jean's childhood work, so it would be difficult to convert it into money, but I thought it would take a portion of the sale price.

"No need, that's okay!"

"No! It's a work that Alpheo got through his efforts? It's better to get paid for it!"

As I spoke firmly, Alpheo thought for a moment and immediately nodded.

"I'll be nice to you. Whatever what you want or something!"

"...I'll do my best."

Alpheo said with a firm face.

I was relieved by the trustworthy appearance.

Now I don't have to worry about class assignments.

I left it in the hands of Alpheo Jean.

"Oh, but I forgot one thing."

"What is?"

"The log you're going to use. Alpheo has to take it. It's too heavy for me."

"Ah..."

I'm sorry, but the delivery is self-explanatory.

After leaving the sculpture to Alpheo, I had nothing to do for about two days.

All that was left was waiting, so I spent time watching my father making a book or going out to play in the garden on a good day.

The twins came to play this morning, but I sent it back saying no.

The two were grim at my sword-like rejection.

But I have an unfortunate feeling that they will come again tomorrow.

"Tia! Dad has finally finished the book!"

As there are already a few books written in this way, my father cried out as if he was still happy.

"Wow!"

So I cheered together, raising my short arms as a child.

"Oh, our cute Tia."

My father stroked my hair with a happy smile.

"Show me the book that father wrote!"

I was curious about the book that was completed by saving time to sleep and immersing myself in drawing one by one, then transcribing it.

"After all, you are like me and like books. Okay, let's see it as we pass one by one from in front of us."

My dad sat me on his lap and held the book with a period in his hand.

It was unique in being thinner and larger than other common books.

In case the paper was damaged, I carefully opened the cover.

By the way.

"What?"

When I turned over the first page of the book, I saw my name written in my father's handwriting in the margin that appeared.

[Always waiting for the day to match Tia's first debut dress, my dear daughter.]6

It was a sentence written by pressing one letter and one letter.

"This book was written to show my Tia later when she was old enough to be interested in Dress."

Said my father, kissing my head.

"It's not in-depth, but you'll know what dress was popular from generation to generation in the Lambrew Empire. Originally, fashion is spinning around."

I couldn't say anything.

Every time I flipped over the bookshelf, I felt more upset and upset.

As my father said, this book was made only for me.

Small letters were written around the pictures of dresses of different shapes that were skillfully drawn to fill one side.

[If Tia who is smaller than her age now is taller in the future, it will fit well.]

[This costume seems to be able to make Tia's pupils stand out by using the green carpet.]

"Usually, your mother will take care of the debutant dress, but your dad will take care of it more clearly! Don't worry, okay?"1

Originally, I didn't have a debut.

It was because I was half a commoner, and no banquet called me, which was the same as an existence in the family, and I, was more busy improving the library I was given rather than making my social debut.

I covered the book that had passed to the end and held it in my arms.

Perhaps even in my previous life, my father wrote this book for me.

For the day when you will pick out my dress with your own hands.

"Do you like the book?"

"Yes, very much."

My father pulled me holding the book and hugged me tightly.

"I hope that the day when our Tia grows up quickly, but I hope that will come slowly."

"Dad."

"Huh?"

"Should you choose my dress later?"

"Then! Let's open this book and carefully select it, Tia."

This time, I hope my father can see my debut.1

May I take my hand and go to the banquet together.

I also hugged my father.

Dagdak, dagdak.

I heard the sound of a horse's hoof approaching from a distance through the open window.

Lifting my head in my father's arms, I quickly ran to the window.

A wagon with a flag at the top of Durak was coming into the house.

Unlike the last time, when I was short-lived, I saw another large wagon following the wagon where traders were riding.

Finally came!

I quickly put the book on the shelf and pulled my father's hand and said.

"Dad! Let's go for a walk in our garden! Come on!"

"Sudden hurry. Did you want to go that way?"

"Yes! So hurry up!"

My father continued to laugh at what was so good, even though he was reluctantly dragged into my hand.

But as I was going slowly like this, I felt like I would miss the time, so I let go of my father's hand and cried out.

"I'm going to run! If you don't follow me quickly, you might miss me!"

"T, Tia! Don't fall!"

I smiled of conversion as I saw my startled dad start running after me.

Now is the time to give my father a solid footing!

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"Put on a foothold!"

The carriage of the owner of Durak Company stopped and, terrifyingly, Viese jumped up and shouted to the servants.

Clerivan, who followed him with Lulak, pounded his tongue a little.

While waiting for textile samples from Durak, he also investigated the owner.

As a result, he was the Empress's person.

To be precise, the current Angena's Lord is his father.

In terms of the number of a family member, he was quite far from the center of the family, but he was a person who has been close to the Empress since he was a child and has been watching her that he grew up with.

However, Viese's situation was excessive.

No matter how much pressure the Empress had, Viese was the eldest son of Lulak Lombardy.

It is not necessary to be low-profile like that.

Even it was Angena, who produced the current Empress, still not on a par with Lombardy.

There was no way Lulak, that walking right next to him, couldn't hear Clerivan's clicked tongue

However, there was no sign of displeasure.

He just silent and looked at his first son with more unknown eyes.

Eventually, when Viese opened the door instead of the servant, Durak's owner, who seemed familiar, got off the carriage.

Then he bowed his head to Lulak and said hello.

At least the owner knows the proper hierarchy.

Clerivan groaned inside.

"You worked hard to come. I want to check things right before I go inside. How about?"

"...You do that."

The eyes of the owner of Durak Company slightly frowned.

I tried to bring in the textiles I brought, but I didn't really know that would be a prerequisite for the business.

It was just a formal procedure, and Viese, who reassured the lord over and over again, said, standing in front of Lulak.

"Father, do you really need to do that?"

"Get out of here."

Lulak's angered eyes turned to Viese.

He wasn't frowning on his face, nor he was staring loudly, but when Viese saw his eyes, Viese instantly hardened.

"Are you taught that you can stand in front of the Lord?"

"Ah."

Only then, when Viese realized his mistake, he hurriedly stepped aside.

"Roll the cover."

At Lulak's command, the servants removed the cover of the wagon brought by the Durak Company.

"Hmm."

Lulak, who reached out to the textile and swept it, shed low saliva.

The surface was irregular and rough.

"Clerivan."

When Lulak called, Clerivan approached as if he had been waiting.

Not surprisingly, his expression when he touched the cotton of the textile was not very good.

"What are the raw materials?"

Clerivan asked Durak's owner.

"Oh, it's..."

The owner hesitated for a moment as if he couldn't remember.

You can't even say the raw materials of the things you're trying to sell by borrowing someone else's money.

It was a point that showed the Angenas family's ignorance and attitude toward commerce.

"It is woven from the leaves and stems of the coroi. "

"You mean the coroi?"

Coroi was a kind of weed-like plant that grew widely throughout the empire.

When Clerivan, a well-recognized student, noticed for the first time hearing about the textiles made from coloi, Viese was a bit upset.

"It's the traditional way in the eastern part of the empire. It's what the upper-ranking master himself asked for. I pretended to know, and I didn't know anything."

Really, 'Clerivan was crying at Viese's groaning without knowing, but there was nothing to say.

Textiles weren't a field he knew much about.

He has been in charge of successor education and when he living in Lombardy he has done a lot of commerce, but it was his first time hearing the woven fabrics using coroi.

"Since it is widely used only in the east and is not well known in other regions, it will be a great benefit."

The owner said to Lulak.

"Is that so?"

At first glance, it seemed like a positive answer, but at the same time, Lulak's gaze know from a lot of rough cloth that was piled up in luggage would be failed.

We received a written report of the amount and labor required by the Durak Company.

Certainly, if it were the other company, it was a huge sum that alone couldn't afford it.

But it wasn't that burdensome for Lombardy.

Even if this textile business failed, Lombardy was able to make up for the damage in a month or two. It wasn't money that Lulak was worried about.

The oldest son, Viese, who is talking with wrinkled eyes next to the upper circumference, was captured.

The current Empress, Rabini Angenas, was a narrow but ambitious character at the same time.

To make her son a Crown Prince, She did not cover the fire.

The Durak Company, which was made quite urgent, lacked funds to bribe the aristocratic council, so it was going to be done to raise funds.

However, if for any reason this business went wrong and the Empress was not financially satisfied, it was clear to whom he would blame it.

Viese thinks if he does this, he can get closer to the Empress's side, so he will stay like that.

Lulak finally made a decision.

This textile business will be a test for not only the Empress but also for Lulak.

"Viese."

"Yes, Father!"

"This textile business..."

It was just before the words 'I will leave it to you in the future' came out.

Beyond the wheel of the wagon, a small brown-colored head rises, and there is a voice again and again.

"Wow, it's a fabric that makes clothes!"

Four people standing in a hard atmosphere looked at them at the same time.

"Florentia?"

Lulak muttered in surprise.

At that grandfather, Florentia smiled brightly and said in a louder voice.

"My dad knows this very well!"

Looking at the people who were surprised by my sudden appearance, I showed a more childlike, innocent smile.

"How did you come here suddenly?"

Grandpa asked me, lowering himself slightly.

"I went for a walk with my dad! But I just ran because I saw my grandfather!"

I came to meet my grandfather, but there was no grandfather to hate.

It was also said that a young granddaughter ran wildly.

Not surprisingly, I could see the tail of Grandpa's mouth pointing upwards.

"Thank you, Florentia. But running around is dangerous, so be careful in the future."

"Yes, Grandpa."

My grandfather patted me on my head, but Viese, who was displeased with being disturbed, said to me, shaking his hand as if chasing a fly.

"Adults are working, so go away and play, hurry up!"

But I shrugged off such Viese and asked my grandfather.

"But what is all this? There are so many identical fabrics!"

"This is a cloth made of grass called coroi. I was talking with the adults here and wondering if I could make money by selling this to people."

"Ah, that's right."

What makes money.

This business is ruined.

To mention the problem, there are too many.

During several problems, as a result, this large-scale coroi textile business collapsed and Lombardy had to endure financial bleeding.

Now I step out and say, 'Don't even start, let's fold here'.

I might say that, but that wasn't my job yet.

"Oh, huh! Tia! What if you run alone like that!"

It's my father's job.

I said, looking back at my father with an innocent face that I knew nothing.

"Dad! Grandpa sold this fabric!"

"Huk, whoo! I'm sorry, father. Tia, you shouldn't disturb the adults talking. Let's go over there and buy a book."

My father, who didn't know my heart, tried to take me to the other side.

"Look at this, Dad! This is a cloth made of grass called coroi. It's amazing!"

"Huh? coroi?"

I knew how to show interest.

My father turned to the cart to see if he was interested in weaving with plants that were nothing more than weeds such as coroi.

"Hoh, this is a fabric made of coroi. It's my first time seeing the real thing, but it's the first time I've ever touched this kind of touch... ."

My father, who was talking with excitement without knowing it, realized the situation again and blushed.

"Come on, Tia."

You can't just go like this!

At that time, I heard a voice piercing my burning heart in one shot.

"You take a look, Gallahan."

It was my grandfather.

Viese suddenly appeared and pretended to know her younger brother seemed to be anxious, but his face was a spectacle that he couldn't even intervene.

"I don't know that much either. Other than that, in the eastern part of the empire, this coroi plant was woven and used for about a hundred years. It's easy to make and the ingredients are available right from the mountain, so it's a textile that commoners love."

"Commoner?"

However, the reaction from the owner of Durak was a little strange.

When my father told him that the coroi cloth was mainly used by the common people, his face fluttered.

"Is this the cloth used by commoners?"

"Yes, it is, but as you can see, it is rough and coarse, so it is not suitable for use in the clothing of the nobles."

"Huh, yeah."

Grandfather asked when the owner of durak could not speak.

"Why are you, sir?."

"The one who informed me said that this textile is a favorite by commoners and nobles alike would make use of its often. So I tried to do business with the nobles."

"Don't you say you got it yourself a little while ago?

"It's, a person that I know so well, say that it is different"

"You seem to have been cheated by someone you know well."

The face of the owner of durak, who was embarrassed, turned red.

"But there is one downside from coroi textile. Once harvested from plants, there is a kind of shelf life. Ah, too."

Father lifted the bottom of the hem piled with layers of fabric and kicked his tongue.

The woven fabrics in the middle had a sour mold.

"The finished coroi cloth is vulnerable to moisture. It seems like this was the case during the rainy season a while ago."

"Ha, my God."

The owner was unable to hide his frustration.

Of course, it will be useless.

Because he found out that all the business plans he had been ambitiously prepared for, were useless.

At that time, my father, who was thinking about something, said to the owner.

"However, even in the territory near the direct jurisdiction, coroi is growing enough, so if you procure materials without bringing it from a distance, there will be no big problem."

"Oh-oh, is that so!"

"And if you're really going to do this business with nobles, try mixing with cotton when you're weaving."

"Cotton?"

"Yes. Actually, coroi is not a very bad material. It is good that you can save a lot of costs. So, if you mix with the cotton it will be saved from the raw materials by investing a little in the manufacturing, you will get a very cool and soft textile."

"Hoh, that's the way it is!"

As if seeing a sound of string descending from the sky, the eyes of the owner of Durak toward my father shimmered.

"But blending cotton flannel with other raw materials is a fairly advanced skill. Be sure to select the weavers with the right abilities."

"Ohh, weavers...?"

The owner really blew his eyes as if he didn't know anything about this area.

"Our Lombardy's Textile Worker's Guild will be able to do it well. Of course, that should increase Lombardy's distribution to the profits of the business."

Clerivan intervened in a good time.

"How much do you think?"

"Considering the salaries of Lombardy craftsmen..."

When Clerivan and The owner of durak started a bargain, my father took my hand.

I was trying to get out of my body quietly.

"Gallahan, you are in charge of this business."

Even though my grandfather's tremendous order caught my father's foot.

"Oh, Father!"

Viese almost screamed.

he could not let the business he had been nibbling hard at was taken away by the youngest.

But Grandpa's attitude was very firm.

"But I don't know much about business. It's out of my abilities, dad."

My startled father said that he was going to refuse, but my grandfather asked the owner of Durak in a relaxed tone.

"It looks like you need an adviser who knows well in this field."

"It was a case that I'm in trouble because I didn't have any knowledge about textiles. If young Lombardy can help, I'd be reassuring!"

Viese acts like a servant in the house of others and changes his attitude by saying that he is a pride of his father.

"If it's about business, I'll give you the strength you lacking at. Don't worry too much, Gallahan."

Clerivan, who has a bad relationship with Viese, also offered to help my father.

My father, who hesitated for a moment, looked down at me and holding my hands.

You can do it, father!

I said with as much light as possible.

"You can help him! That's cool, Dad!"

My words were the final blow.

My father, holding my hand tight to see if he had made up his mind, nodded to grandfather.

"I'll try it once."

I barely put up with what I wanted to shout while jumping on the spot.

If it was my father, he can make this business successful.

As the underlying problems will disappear, both Lombardy and Angenas will be able to make big money, and there will be no fools who can hinder the business of the two largest families in the empire holding hands.

"Benefit!"

Except for an idiot like Viese who is working hard on his teeth here.

But as long as my grandfather lives, there is nothing he can do about it.

If you try to ruin a business with money from your family because of jealousy, my grandfather won't be stand.

"Dad, it's cool."

I stood quietly, muttering these words so that my father's ears could hear them.

There is something I know for sure after living in the future.

As Lombardy is interested in the succession to the throne, the Empress is also a person who has a great interest in who will inherit Lombardy's office.

Until now, the eldest son was the most prominent, but there was no Imperial Noble who did not know that Viese was not brilliant.

Viese and his family are attending the dinner held by the Empress and the Emperor every month in the Imperial Palace.

At least once on the attendance list, I'm sure it will be Gallahan Lombardy and his family.

And in the Imperial Palace, there were people who I must meet as soon as possible.

The person who was born from a maid was an illegitimate child of the Emperor, I have to keep him by my side to succeed in the Lord position.

Second Prince Perez Brivachau Durelli is in the Imperial Palace.

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A few days have passed since the project to build my father's solid foundation was successfully completed.

Coroi plant always grows well except in winter, but these days, right after the rainy season, the stems are the strongest period, so my father suddenly became busy.

Since he went out early in the morning and came back late at night, I had more time to be alone.

My father was very worried about me saying he couldn't be with me, but on the contrary, I was very happy because I had freedom of action.

Even on a day like today, I can do what I have to do without having to explain it out loud to my father.

I was waiting for Alpheo on the stairs of the main building, which was quiet because no one was going around.

"Alpheo! Here it is!"

Alpheo, looking around at my voice, found me and ran over there.

"Miss!"

Alpheo's hand, approaching with a happy smile, held an object wrapped in cloth.

"That's it!"

The size of the sculpture done by Alpheo was actually quite large than I thought.

It was the volume that did not decrease from the log that was first given as material.

It would mean that the sculpting went smoothly without any discarded parts.

I haven't seen the finished version yet, but I've already tried to see laughter coming out.

"Can I see it?"

"Yes, of course!"

In my words, Alpheo put the pieces down in a suitable place and carefully peeled the fabric off.

Whether they used what was at home, or rough cloth as this fabric fell through from the sculpture, and the wooden statue appeared.

"Wow..."

I couldn't take my eyes off the statue for a while.

The material was only a common wood.

The common wood now reborn as a work of art in Alpheo's hands.

I did a good job entrusting it to this future genius artist!

When I said nothing and looked at the wooden pole, Alpheo couldn't.

"Are you sure you don't like it?"

"Yeah? No! I don't like it! The pieces are so pretty I forgot to talk for a second. Thanks, Alpheo!"

When I spoke while holding Alpheo's right hand with both hands, a smile appeared on his face full of freckles.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, Miss. I really wanted to tell you this."

"Thank you to me? Is there anything I should be thankful for?"

If Alpheo hadn't taken care of the sculpture, I wouldn't be able to give a gift like this to my grandfather.

But Alpheo shook his head at my words.

"It's difficult for me to get these good quality logs. It was an invaluable experience to sculpt with good materials."

Alpheo's hand, with calluses, stroked the statue.

It was as if it was reminiscent of the process of work that was fun, and there was a soft smile spreading around my mouth.

"And you trusted me."

Alpheo's gaze and my gaze met.

"Do you know what this statue looks like?"

At my question, Alpheo flinched as if he had caught a secret, but nodded softly.

"My father saw me doing sculpture in the room. At first, I was very upset. I knew who this woman was, and did I dare make a sculpture?"

Ah, Alpheo's father would have known my grandmother.

"Although you understood that it was a young lady who told you to make a wooden statue."

The cloth that Alpheo had taken off was again covered over the statue and carefully wrapped.

It was a touch that seemed to treat a treasure.

"Right. This statue is of a deceased grandmother. And I'm going to give this wooden statue Alpheo made to my grandfather as a gift."

Alpheo's fingertips, who had just been tying up the ends of the cloth, trembled.

"Also ..."

Alpheo nodded a couple of times and said to me again.

"Thank you, Miss. For believing that I can make it."

And I could see that Alpheo's eyes were changing somewhere.

His eyes were shining with guns as if he had a strong goal.

"I used to help my dad and do carpentry sometimes, but now I'm really old enough to start working a job. I have a lot of trouble these days."

Alpheo, scratching his head, laughed darkly.

"Neither father nor mother should put down their hobbies like pieces and learn work in earnest..."

"So you made the decision?"

I asked carefully.

Originally, Alpheo lived as a carpenter for more than ten years as it is and later gained recognition as a sculptor.

What if I said, 'I've done enough sculpting now, so it's better to focus on my life.'

I was scared.

But my worries disappeared with Alpheo's refreshing smile.

"I enjoy sculpting. I will be a carpenter who succeeds my father, but I will continue sculpting on a day off like this one. So I can really become a sculptor anytime soon."

Ah. He must have been like this during his fifteen years.

It wouldn't have been so easy.

While working hard as a carpenter, he does not take a break on holidays and also holds a sculpting knife.

It was impossible without really loving sculpture.

For such a long time in silence, waiting for the day when his work will shine.

This tall man in front of me now, between a boy and a young man, blooms splendidly at the end of that hard time.

It is not until the emperor is given the last name 'Jean', which means beauty, to becomes Alpheo Jean.

"You know, Alpheo."

"Yes, Miss."

"Aren't you sure you want to sculpt only on holidays?"

"Yes?"

"It's possible every day, right?"

Because you may not be able to study while working as a carpenter.

He couldn't understand what I was saying, so I laughed at Alpheo, who had a big question mark above his head, saying nothing.

At the time of sunset every day.

Grandpa took a walk in the garden by himself.

And the place where I spend the longest time on the way was the tiny evergreen forest.

The first emperor gave a few evergreen trees a long time ago, but why did he care so much about that place, which is nothing special except that it started?

During the last few years of my grandfather's living right next door, I heard why.

It was because of my grandmother.

The grandmother, who hated the deadly falling leaves, said that she always enjoyed taking a walk with grandfather on the path through this evergreen forest.

And now, the grandfather who is left alone is repeating the routine by himself.

Even the day before his death, my grandfather walked among the evergreen trees.1

I stood in front of the office and waited in time for my grandfather to return home from the walk.

I didn't wait a long time before I saw my grandfather over there.

"Grandfather!"

Deliberately, in a loud voice, I ran, calling for grandfather.

"Oops, why is this girl run?."

"I've been waiting because I have something for my grandfather!"

"Do you have anything for me?"

I grabbed my grandfather's hand and pulled it into the office.

My grandfather seemed surprised, but whether he was trying to match my rhythm, I opened the door of the office as I led.

"What the hell is it?"

Grandfather couldn't finish talking and stopped.

A well-wiped statue was placed on a tabletop, which was best seen when the door of the office was opened.

It was something I asked Alpheo to do.

"Natalia?"

The grandfather blankly called the grandmother's name.

It was a bust made of uncolored wood, but it looked like it was really warm in the dark sunset that colored the sky.

"It's my gift to my grandfather!"

"Florentia, did you prepare that statue?"

Grandpa looked at me once and hurried closer to the wooden table.

"This really... looks like Natalia's youthful appearance."

Grandpa's words weren't an exaggeration.

Alpheo's sculpting skills were already enormous, so he perfectly reproduced the paintings his father drew.

"My dad painted a picture of grandmother, so I asked a friend of mine to make it into a statue!"

"It's a painting by Gallahan..."

Grandpa carefully reached out and swept the sculpted grandmother's eyes.

It felt like he would be trembling at any moment, but a bitter smile caught my grandfather's lips with the cold touch that touched my fingertips.

But for a while, the face that looked back at me was the same as usual.

"But is this my gift?"

"Yes! Do you like it?"

"I like it, but..."

Grandpa laughed a little bitterly.

"What a gift is without a price?"

You know about Clerivan's homework.

Well, I expected to some extent.

If it were Clerivan's personality, he would have reported the progress of the class without delay.

Thanks to thinking in advance, I said without panic.

"Did that statue make Grandpa happy?"

"Happiness. Happiness. I have many happy memories of Natalie at that time, so every time I see that statue, this grandfather will be happy."

"Then it's okay! When my grandfather is happy, I am happy too!"

It is never a lie.

After getting sick, grandfather was very upset because he couldn't see the grandmother's portrait properly. After all, he couldn't see well.

That was why I moved my grandmother's figure to sculpture.

Even if his eyes can't see later because of old age, my grandfather will still be able to draw the image of a grandmother through his fingertips.

"Mr. Clelivan's homework can be done better later!"

This is also true.

Even if not this time, you can always stand out in Clerivan's class.

Besides, if you could earn points directly from grandfather, that was the first.

Because the purpose of the succession class itself was a continuous evaluation to select the next Lord.

"Florentia."

Grandpa stared at me as if he was trying to read inside me.

But it's not me that will barely crumble.

I looked at my grandfather with a more pure face.

"But you can't just get such a good gift. If you have anything you want, tell me, Florentia."

"What do you want? Um."

Then it is.

Because of my grandfather's personality, he is not the one to receive a gift from his younger granddaughter for no cost.

However, it is the choice to ask for money for the homework right now.

Besides the price of selling the statue, there is one more thing I want.

"Then, Grandpa."

I pretended to think for a moment and then spoke.

"I have a friend who made that statue. His name is Alpheo. But..."

Every time I said a word or a word about Alpheo, my grandfather's mouth slicked.

And in the end.

"Hahaha! Such a talent lived inside this Lombardi wall!"

Grandpa, who laughed out loud, looked really good.

After all, the wall of collecting critical talent is no different at this time or at that time.

I stood leisurely and enjoyed my grandfather's laugh-like music.

Because the better Grandpa's mood, the greater the amount of money he will give to me.

I am a wonderful granddaughter who made a statue of my grandmother and gave it to my grandfather, and I am one more wonderful granddaughter who gave a genius who sculpted such a perfect wooden figure without proper education in my grandfather's hands.

There is no way my grandfather will return such a wonderful empty-handed.

And I said that I would not refuse money from adults.

The day of the class, when you can see the result of the assignment, is back.

Arriving early in the classroom, I stepped through the door and looked at the children's faces one by one.

The twins looked at me and stood with the usual fat expressions until they ran away, and Belsach looked very tense without knowing.

What was surprising was Larane.

His face was full of expectant blush with a small pocket of coins.

"Hi, it's Larane."

"It's Florentia. You have a pretty brooch on your clothes today."

Larane said, pointing to the green brooch on my clothes.

"Yes, I like it too. Thank you."

While we were saying hello, Clerivan came in and class began.

"Now, shall we take a look at the result of the assignment?"

Belsach did not carry out the task as he said.

It's because they make the words and actions consistent in such a useless place.

And, as expected, the twins said they sold the barrels as firewood to the servants.

Many times they declared that they were really in need of firewood and never touted them.

And Larane.

"You said you made it with charcoal and sold it in the smithy of the mansion?"

"Yes. So, I had to give some money to the servants who helped me with the work. So I have this much left."

There were 15 coppers (a fairy tale) in the pocket that Larane put out.

Originally, it was a business that only maintained the main battle when considering that the price of a single log was about 20 copper, but it was surprising that Larane, who was timid in every business, moved so aggressively.

She nodded to see if it was the same with Clerivan and praised Larane.

"Finally, Florentia."

"Yes, teacher."

"How much did you make by selling logs?"

I shrugged once.

"No way, have you not done the assignment?"

At Clerivan's words, Belsach, who had been squashed in the corner of the sofa, was seen jumping up.

"No. I worked hard, sir."

"So where is the money?"

"Here you are."

"Yes? Where ..."

I said, pointing to the brooch on my chest as if I was looking forward to it.

"I made a statue out of logs and gave it to my grandfather, and I got this brooch instead. It's an emerald!"

It's also very thick and expensive! This time, Clerivan face was also bright.

I leaned against the back of the chair while enjoying the winner's slack for a moment.

Of course, I am not the only one who has good things.

Grandfather gave Alpheo, who made the statue, 10 silver for his expenses, and at the same time gave him a family scholarship and an opportunity to study under a famous sculptor.

As I enjoyed the scenery of the classroom, gazing at me blankly, repressing the desire to twist one leg, smiling triumphantly, Belsach was struggling with his nose widening.

I deliberately lifted one corner of my mouth so that only Belsach was visible.

As a half-blood, he said I was lesser and lesser than my cousins.

He laughed at me saying that I couldn't live as noble because I couldn't even learn properly and that I had to move my body and work as a commoner.

In the end, he mocked me that I have to live and die like my poor mother.

So, keep feeling in the future, what kind of thing will be pushed out by that half.

How it feels to be robbed of things you thought were yours.1

It's just the beginning.

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The Lombardy descendant gathered in the Lord's office.

It has been a long tradition since they were teenagers to sit in one place on the third day of each week, whether it rains or snows.

Gallahan, who has no spirit these days because of the Coroi textile business, said he was in a hurry, but unintentionally, it was late for the meeting time set in advance by Lulak.

While sweating, he jumped and opened the door of the office, and three other people looked back at the same time while resembling their faces.

"You're late, Gallahan."

Viese did not hide his unpleasant expression and gave him a pin-up.

"Sorry, brother..."

Gallahan spoke when he saw a chair in the office still empty.

"The meeting with the Lombardy bank official is not over yet."

"Oh, is it?"

It was Lulak who took very seriously not to be late for the appointment.

If the meeting had already begun, regardless of age, you would have been scolded like a child.

Gallahan sighed a little while wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead.

"The lucky guy."

Viese fluttered as he looked at it.

"Haha. It's been a while, sister."

Gallahan happily laughed off Viese's grumpy and greeted Shananet, who was drinking tea quietly in her seat.

Shananet, who is the eldest and whose age is quite different from Gallahan, was less talkative.

"...Okay. Father will be coming soon. Sit down and relax."

Shananet, who has a long neck like a swan and elegant, said in a quiet voice.

After saying that, he sips a teacup again and looks at the distant scenery outside the window.

Gallahan sat in an empty chair, thinking that her sister was very pretty.

"I can't see your face these days? What's so busy?"

Laurels, sitting next to Viese, asked Gallahan.

Laurels, the third of the brothers and sisters, was the least age different from Gallahan, but his personality was the opposite of what he believed to be others.

Laurels, who hated complicated and simple things, was frustrated with Gallahan, and Gallahan was very uncomfortable with Laurel's behavior.

"I'm doing some jobs that my father has entrusted to me these days. Well, even if it's jobs, it is merely advising in words."

Gallahan said humbly.

If it was really about putting a word or two on it, I wouldn't have been running around so busy that he couldn't even see his daughter's face these days.

However, Gallahan glanced at Viese's attention.

It was because Viese felt that the work he was doing was being taken over halfway by Gallahan.

Just as expected.

Viese's face, with her arms, folded and looking only at the front, fluttered.

However, Laurel did not notice the discomfort of planting at all and jokingly continued to speak.

"Ah! I heard that. You stole your brother's business..."

bang!

Eventually, Viese's anger burst.

Viese, who jumped up from his seat and struck the table of the office with his hand, stared at Laurel's with his sad eyes.

"Are you kidding me now?"

"Oh, no, it's not like that. I can't do that, brother!"

Surprised, Laurels expressed resentment with her whole body.

Laurels were scared of Viese to the extent that it sometimes seemed more like a relationship between a superior and a subordinate rather than a sibling.

"And you, Gallahan. I think you've been very convinced that you have been in charge of a big job once. It's a fluke that will never happen again, so enjoy it now. Okay?"

It was the same that Gallahan was unfair.

He has never thought of wanting to take on the business that Lombardy and Angenas are promoting at the same time.

He just went out for a walk with his daughter, and things went wrong and it just happened.

For Gallahan, who wants to live in the warm sun while reading his favorite books and spending time with Florentia, this heavy and breathtaking sense of responsibility was a poison.

"I'm sorry, brother. But I didn't intend to do that either."

"What?"

"If you want to take over this job again even now... ."

"You, this child!"

Although she was in her mid-thirties, her habit of raising her hands easily has not been fixed since childhood.

It was a moment when a fight between brothers who had grown up and had children was about to start.

Tingggg...

Shananet made a small noise and put the teacup down.

"Stop."

With just one word, Viese's movement stopped high.

"You run wild like a foal hit by the ass, Viese."

Despite the words mixed with a tiring sigh, Viese's shoulders flinched.

And it was the same with Laurels and Gallahan.

She had always a quiet and calm personality, but once she gets angry, she was so scary that no one could stop it.

Viese, who seemed to be crushing Gallahan to the ground at any moment, was still nerdy but sat in her seat.

"Thank you, sister."

Gallahan said in a small voice whether he would touch Viese's anger again.

"There's nothing to be grateful for. I just hated being loud."

Shananet's calm but cold gaze touched Viese and looked at Gallahan.

"A squirrel-like guy."

" Yes?"

"I felt it when I first saw you in mother's arms, you are like a squirrel, Gallahan."

At first glance, it might sound like a compliment, but Shananet's cold expression was saying that it was not.

"Even the small thing, you are always so surprised and runs away. Hide in your little den and never try to fight."

"Sister ..."

"The only thing that shows interest is collecting books while chasing like a squirrel, isn't it?"

Light ridicule was hung on Shananet's beautiful lips.

"Let's hear it, your daughter seems to be quite bright."

Gallahan, who was wearing a bitter expression, looked at Shananet in amazement at the story of Florentia.

"It's impossible for a lion to come out of a squirrel's father. Shouldn't we even expect it?"

She muttered as if speaking to himself, but every word that sounded stuck like a painful thorn.

"It's a shame. Maybe you're like a squirrel spoiling her."

Shananet sipping the teacup again.

"What do you think, Gallahan."

Gallahan couldn't say anything.

He just biting his lower lip and thinking deeply about something.

He did not know that Shananet's gaze would be as sharp as a bird.

"Your Majesty the Empress, Croyton Angenas is here... "

"Ask him to come in."

Rabini, Empress of the Lambrew Empire, said, cutting the stem of the flower he had with sharp scissors and picked up.

Shortly thereafter, Croyton, her aide, who is in charge of the Durak corps, stepped in cautiously.

She still greeted him without taking her eyes off from the fresh rose.

"Your Majesty the Empress, I'm here."

Croyton took off his hat and put it on his chest, pretending to be quite friendly.

"It's not you that I've been waiting for, good news for the tops?, don't you know that, Croyton?"

"Oh, no. Could I have come empty-handed, Your Majesty the Empress?"

A streak of sweat flowed behind her back at the edge of the empress, but Croyton said it with a smiley face.

"Please read this."

What Croyton handed was a brief progress report.

The white hand of the empress, taking off the flower arrangement gloves, received it.

Croyton smiled as he quickly read the report and read that the empress's complexion wasn't bad.

"As I noted, Coroi Textiles will be ready for sale next week. First, they will start selling around Sedakyuna Shopping Street, where noble clothing stores are concentrated..."

"How did you solve the problem with the supply and demand of textiles, Croyton?"

The last time Croyton visited the Imperial Palace and reported that there was a problem with the supply and demand of fabric from the eastern provinces, he couldn't forget the sad eyes of the Empress at that time.

After a time that felt like an eternity, the Empress's instructing him to seek help from Lombardy.

When I remembered that time, sweat ran out, and Croyton pulled the handkerchief out of his arms.

It was a hand towel made by embroidered coroi's fabric.

"I received Lombardy's support as you ordered. Fortunately, Gallahan Lombardy is very good at textiles and clothing history..."

"Gallahan?"

Again, the empress, wearing flower arrangement gloves, looked at Croyton for the first time.

"Not Viese?"

What else did he make a mistake?

Scared, Croyton shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes, it is. Originally, I was going to proceed with Viese, but that's it. He, because he doesn't know much... ."

"If it's a Gallahan, are you referring to the youngest?"

The empress, recalling the name Gallahan, located in the corner of Lombardy's family tree, raised one eyebrow.

"Yes! He's a very educated person! Honestly, it's incomparable to Viese by looking at his head. In addition, because Viese is missing, a person named Clerivan, an affiliation of Lombardy, actively cooperated to make things much easier..."

"Should I even know that kind of miscellaneous thing, Croyton?"

Croyton's words disturbed the empress, so he stopped talking.

"Oh no! Of course, leave this to me, Your Highness the Empress"

Croyton quickly bowed, and the Empress picked up the next flower.

"It's not Viese, it's Gallahan... It's pretty interesting."

The empress smiled strangely as she recalled the face of Lulak, who couldn't understand.1

Although the law was for the firstborn to succeed in the family, it was a law that no one obeyed.

Not only the Imperial family but also the fairly large aristocratic families, a bloody war broke out over the succession structure.

Rabini didn't like it very much.

Snip.

With a creepy sound somewhere, the leaves of the rose that Rabini was holding were cut in half and scattered one by one.

It was because she remembered the humble thing with the red-colored eyes of this rose, and she hated to see the flower.3

The empress, who put the flower arrangement scissors down on the table, asked Croyton.

"Does Gallahan have children?"

"Yes, he has a daughter named Florentia. Gallahan once said that she will be eight soon."

"It's a daughter. That's right. If she eight years old, that's not bad."1

"Yes, is it?"

Croyton, who couldn't figure out the empress's heart, simply spared her words.

"Today, Astana went to Lombardy to meet Viese's son. I have to ask when I get back."

When she remembered her beloved son, the empress said with a face like a flower in full bloom.

"Doesn't he need a partner?"

His smiling lips were redder than the rose that had been cut off in a mess.

"Hey, this is a hide-and-seek game. This time, I'm going to do something special, so you hide."

"Wow! It's the first time you try it! It's gonna be fun!"

"Exciting, Exciting!"

As I watched the twins clench their fists and roll their feet, I smiled of conversion.

Whoo, they don't know anything either.

"If you don't get out of the main building, you can hide anywhere. An instead dangerous place like the last well, it's a room without people, or a place where the lid is closed and you can't see it at all. Okay?"

"Huh!"

"Okay, now counting to 100?"

I said, putting my face on the pillar.

"Let's go, one! two! three! yeah!"

I could hear the two footsteps moving in the same direction or even further away.

After all, the twins hide at the same time.

Thinking it would be easier to find later, I kept counting.

"Ten! eleven! ... Oh, it's a break. It's a little comfort now."

It's gone far anyway, so you won't be able to hear it.

They come in the morning and go out together because the twins used to play in groups.

The twins won't bother you anymore if you play with them, like I said if you can play with them they won't fuss.

So what I came up with was hide-and-seek, a game that young kids must be genetically enthusiastic about.

"Ha, it's nice to be quiet."

I can't be so loud because I don't have a chattering voice.

I lay down somewhere for a while, then walked in search of a sunny place to go catching the twins.

On the way from the crowded main building to the quiet annex, I saw a little boy standing alone.

He was a boy with dark blond and immaculate skin.

"Who is it?"

It was a strange face that seemed to be about Belsach's age.

In addition, the behavior of looking around or wearing clothes did not look like the children of the employees.

If he was lost, I was in the middle of approaching the child with the idea of helping.

He took off the hat he was wearing and threw it on the ground and then stepped on it with his shoes.

It seemed familiar to me that he hadn't done it once or twice.

I stopped walking with little distance left from him. I don't want to get too close.

His instincts were ringing a bell to tell him to return.

I just have to go find the twins like this.

I was just about to turn around, thinking so.

Somewhere, a big breeze whirled and blew, and the hat the little one stepped on flew away to the lawn.

The guy, who seemed embarrassed for a moment, looked around and found me.1

And said.

"There you. Pick up that hat."

"What?"

"Is this a deaf girl? I told him to pick up my hat."

"Hah, what else is this..."

I said, feeling an obligation to purify the stubborn character that was about to explode in boiling heat.

"You use it and you throw it away by yourself, look like Belsach."

That's the worst curse I've ever known, using the stubborn word, boy.

However, he frowned on his smooth face, so he said in a subdued voice.

"If you go and pick it up now, you will live."

"What kind of bullshit are you talking about, look like Belsach."

I said, crossing my arms stiffly.

"How many books would you like to fit? That's the direct effect."

"The ugly bitch talks too much."

Is that impertinence and arrogance of unknown roots a peculiarity of aristocratic boys?

Belsach speaks just like that. It's not just what I said, it's really like Belsach.

Wait a minute. As I stared at the face of an unknown little boy, a tremendously ominous foreshadowing struck in the back of the head.

"Well, no way"

"The Prince! Prince, where are you!"

I heard a voice looking for someone from afar.

"The Prince."

There are many Princesses in the empire, but there are only two Princes.

And I knew what a more mature version of that smooth face looked like.

"No way, First Prince...?"

As if answering my words, the guy who raised one of his mouths and laughed unfortunately said.

"Pick it up."

It was really.

Belsach's soul twin. The one who ruined our house.1

It was the 1st Prince, Astana Nerempe Durelli.

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Why is the Prince who should be in the Imperial Palace at Lombardy's mansion?

I was so embarrassed that I had hardened while standing, and the Prince came to me with a heel of shoes.

I didn't know when I saw it from a distance, but it was pretty big.

"Now you know who I am?"

Does it mean 'I know that I am the Prince, so take care of yourself'

The elated side of the First Prince was really disgusting.

I said to such a Prince.

"I don't know."

"... What?"

"I don't know."

What if I don't know who you are.

He shrugged and trembled.

"Then I'll tell you directly. I am the first Prince of this Lambrew Empire... ."

"Huh? It flies more."

Deliberately interrupting the Prince's words, I pointed to the hat rolling around in the wind again and again.

"Come on, bring it!"

The Prince screamed with one-foot stomping.

I really can't understand.

It's a way of thinking that you don't even want to move around and grab the hat even when you want to get the hat back.

I pulled my tongue and shook my head.

"Whew."

I can't help it.

I slowly walked across the lawn where his hat was rolling.

"huh! you should have done it earlier!"

I heard the Prince whispering.

Whether the gardener took care of it hard, and the grass underneath it was soft.

As I walked a little further, I saw the Prince's hat that fell right in front of me.

When I picked it up, it was a high-quality hat that was very soft, as if it was made by weaving the fur of an animal.

Now I looked back at the Prince who was far away.

"Yeah! Come on and bring it back!"

As I watched the rushing guy, I laughed lightly.

And.

"What are you doing!"

I threw the hat further away from the Prince.

Let's bounce, bounce!

Even with short legs, I ran as hard as I could.

"Puh haha!"

Flirting, flirting!

"Hey! You stop there!"

Will I stand like you!

I kept laughing and ran faster.

"Ahhhhhh! If I catch you, I'll kill you!"

I heard the sound of the Prince, who couldn't beat me, talking bloody words from the back, but I didn't look back.

I thought that that human personality was dirty, but it must have been that way since he was young.

There was a reason for Belsach and that Prince to match well.

I didn't think that the Prince, who didn't even pick up his hat, would run and chase me, but I quickly turned around the corner and hid from the Prince's sight.

In the end, it took a little while for him to scream out loud, but it could be a big problem.

Thinking so, I moved towards the main building to find the twins.

Astana, the First Prince, trembled with anger.

"How dare, how dare you...!"

It was the first time he was born to have such a shame.

Born as a legitimate descendant between the emperor and empress, Astana could have everything from the moment he took his first breath with a glance.

He didn't even have to speak out about what he wanted.

He grew up being supported by the nanny and escort drivers at all times.

The only thing that Astana had to do, even though he didn't want to do it, was to see the stupid face of a guy named Belsach.

When it comes to other things, the Empress, who always listens to Astana, was strict when it comes to Lombardy.

Belsach, who always struggles to show himself well, was a very annoying entity, and this time, Astana, who even had to visit the Lombardy mansion, was always feeling very low.

He got lost while traveling alone and pouring oil into the fire.

According to the rules established by the Imperial Family and Lombardy a long time ago, imperial knights could not enter the mansion.

In the end, there was a stumbling block between the Prince's attendants and the Lombardy soldiers, and the Prince, who could not wait for the gap, entered the mansion alone.

In the end, all of them were self-initiated, but Astana didn't know anything like that.

He was annoyed that those who had to look after him had left him alone, and Lombardy's mansion as big as the Imperial Palace, he was displeased with the theme of the noble family during the day.

In such a situation, the appearance of Florentia, who dared to trouble him, eventually touched Astana's wicked temper.

"The Prince! You are here!"

The nanny, who had been taking care of Astana since she was a baby, has been running to find him late.

"Oh, how worried I was! If you go alone..."

"Come on."

The Prince crackled his finger at the nanny taking his breath.

The nanny with a hardened face closed her eyes tightly and bowed her waist.

Tada-.

The Prince's hand struck the nanny on the cheek.1

"You leave me alone?"

"I'm sorry... ."

"Where are the knights?"

Astana asked, looking at both the nanny and the maid.

"Outside the mansion door..."

"Tell to come in."

"Yes? Ha, but the Prince. Lombardy's rules..."

Tada-.

Unlike a child, the hand of the Prince was bitter and once again left a handprint on the nanny's face.

"Everything in the empire belongs to His Majesty the Emperor, and I am the next Emperor. What is Lombardy, should I see them?"

The nanny couldn't say anything.

"Get the knights here right now. If you don't do that, I won't leave you alone."

"...Yes, Prince."

Eventually, the nanny replied with a trembling voice.

Astana's planting was relieved only when she saw her pale, tired, and crying, rushing to the front door of the mansion.

Just let the articles come.

Astana, remembering the back of a running brown-haired girl, muttered suspiciously.

"How can you find it so well? We've been hiding really well!"

"That's right! Tia, didn't you secretly watch us hide?"

Gilliu and Mayron spoke dissatisfiedly and bluntly inflated their cheeks.

The twins, hiding behind the broom organizers in a secluded corridor and under the stairs nearby, seemed quite dissatisfied that I found them quickly.

"So who taught to hide so poorly?"

"I'm not hiding poorly!"

The twins shouted, expressing regret with all their bodies.

"This isn't fun!"

"I also!"

"Sure? Then shall we go and read the book?"

"Chae, book...?"

At my suggestion, the two urgently exchanged eyes.

"No. This is fun, Tia."

"Yes, let's keep playing hide and seek."

Simple guys.

However, it may be clear that he likes and dislikes, but Gilliu and Mayron are not bad kids.

Compared to Belsach and the First Prince, the twins are angels, angels.

"The library would be great."

The twins of bad souls will never come to the library to read.

Well, what would you encounter if you had a good look at this spacious Lombardy mansion?

I remembered that the first Prince was on the side of the annex a while ago, so I took Gilliu and Mayron downstairs to the main building.

"There are so many places to hide here, okay?"

"Yes, good!"

Unlike the upper floor, it was a maze-like and complex first floor.

The twins whispered and discussed where to hide, then giggled.

It seemed like I had a good idea.

"Now, then I will count up to 100 here ..."

Two men walking from the other side of the corridor where we were standing caught my eye.

Wearing a sword around his waist looked like a knight, but he wasn't wearing a Lombardy knight's suit.

A knight belonging to somewhere must have the pattern of that family, what is it?

Unless they are those who have to hide their identity...

Then an idea came to my mind.

The Prince's escort knights.

The Prince deliberately pretends to be an ordinary nobleman outside the palace.

It was for safety reasons.

Therefore, even the knights escorting the imperial Prince take off the conquest of the imperial knights and wear casual clothes.

And behind them were three Lombardy guards.

It seemed that they were waiting for their superiors to look behind, chasing after the Prince's knights with a hard face.

"I guess those people are also playing hide and seek!"

Like me, Gilliu looked at the coming knights and said.

At the moment, I got goosebumps.

The drivers were looking for someone, looking under the table in the hallway, as Gilliu said.

"Damn it."

The whole situation made sense.

The Prince was looking for me by putting knights into this house in a wicked way.

Lombardy's guards who stopped them couldn't stand up against the imperial knights by force, and they were waiting for the knights of Lombardy to hear the news and come.

I couldn't blame them.

There was also a difference between knights and ordinary soldiers, and if either of the Imperial Knights and Lombardy's troops pulls a sword or harms each other, the situation is out of control at that time.

Although I heard many stories that the First Prince is a bastard, I didn't know it would be this much.

Because you were a little teased, did you catch someone?

Is that also within the Lombardy mansion?

Imperial troops cannot enter the Lombardy mansion.

That was the promise of Durelli and Lombardy at the time of the creation of the empire.

"Gilliu, Mayron. Run!"

No matter how much inside the mansion, if you get caught by those knights, it will be a headache.

I grabbed the twins' hands one by one and started jumping to the other side of the knights.

"T, Tia! Why is that?"

Mayron asked in amazement, but there was no time to answer.

As I looked back, the knight who recognized me was chasing me at a terrifying pace.

"We're running to grandpa's office just like this!"

"Oh, I see."

The twins, frightened when the grown-ups followed, followed me as well as I said, but we didn't go far.

As soon as I arrived near my grandfather's office, I met him in a long hallway.

With the Prince's party.

"I said that if you get caught, you die?"

The Prince smiled and said when he saw me, who couldn't go or hide.

He is really a psycho!

This was my fault for underestimating the degree of the madness of the Prince.

I once said, hiding the twins behind me.

"Is it really necessary to do this?"

I didn't hit him, and he ran back and forth because I threw a hat.

"You dare to break my orders and insult me. So it's cheap even if you die."

I realized at that moment.

The first Prince does not know what the relationship between the imperial family and Lombardy is.

It is said that a young Prince who is not a crown Prince on the board where the emperor must also be aware of the Lombardy Lord.

It was impossible.

But anyway, we had only three young boys and three soldiers who were restless behind me.

"Uh."

Astana folded his arms and looked down at me and said.

"If you kneel in front of me and pray, I will give you life."

"Why is Tia getting down on your knees!"

"Who are you!"

The twins became angry and stood in front of me.

At that time, the First Prince ordered his knights.

"Take these two aside."

But this time, the knight also expressed a warm color.

When you came to Lombardy, you probably heard about the rules between the two families.

No matter how the unauthorized intrusion could be overcome, touching the grandchildren of Lombardy was a different level.

"Don't touch these guys!"

I put the twins back on my back.

Because this is my responsibility.

I couldn't get even children to get involved.

"Then you can kneel."

Astana cried out, asking me to try it.

Should I really get down on my knees?

While trying to think of a way in the precarious situation, somehow a group of people immediately approached from behind the royal family.

Ha, that's fortunate.

Once I was relieved, my head started turning again.

I bowed my head.

And within a few seconds, when I looked up again.

Tuk, Tuk.

Tears like rain fell on my cheeks.

"What, do you know that if you cry, everything will be solved?"

Astana said as if it was absurd.

Uh, it's all solved.

"What are you doing in Lombardy now!"

Furious Lombardy's people and grandfather were walking at a strikingly terrifying pace.

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I turned my face slightly so that I could clearly show my crying face.

"Florentia!"

"Ha, Grandpa..."

When he saw my crying face, I could see that my grandfather's anger gauge soared even further.

"Uh, mother."

When Mayron mumbled, he looked at the grandfather through her fingers wiping away the tears, a woman is walking with an angry face.

Unlike the grandfather who stopped in front of the Prince and the Knights, that woman, Shananet continued to walk.

And she stood in front of the Prince's escorts and said coldly.

"Get out of here."

It was just that, but the Imperial Knights had no choice but to step back and let Shananet pass by.

"Are you okay? Where did you get hurt?"

It was a calm tone, but the voice was trembling.

Probably, she was very worried because she knew the twins were with me.

I had no face, so I bowed my head.

"Tia."

Shananet called me.

And he said, wiping my wet cheeks from tears.

"Are you surprised a lot?"

"Oh, no, it's okay."

I said my sincerity in my face, but Shananet seemed to think that I was acting desperately.

He stroked my hair a couple of times and stared coldly at Astana.

"I heard in advance that the First Prince came to my house, but I didn't know he was such a rude guest."

Grandpa looked at me flashing and said.

"Have the Prince not heard of the promise between Lombardy and the Imperial Family?"

"I heard it."

Astana wasn't able to raise her nose like a while ago, whether he was oppressed by my grandfather's energy.

However, that did not mean that I had a complete understanding of the atmosphere.

"Does my dad know about that ridiculous rule? There is a land in this Empire where Imperial Knights cannot enter, and if he knows, you wouldn't be standing still."

The moment Astana said that I saw the deep rush of my grandfather's face.

You're dead now, a little boy with no wraps.

"It is not the current Emperor, Jovanes, but an oath between the First Emperor, Romatili Durelli, and Benox Lombardy, the First Lord of Lombardy."

"Oh, my father's name ..."

The Prince seemed more shocked that my grandfather called the emperor by name rather than the long promises of the Durelli and Lombardy.

Indeed, the original emperor's name should not be called privately.

But Grandpa is okay.

Because he is Lord of Lombardy.

It was clear what this long-standing oath means.

It's not just empty oaths.

It was an inviolable relationship.

And an alliance that must be maintained for the survival of the Empire.

That was the relationship between Durelli and Lombardy.

During the long history of the Empire, there have been several emperors struggling to escape Lombardy's influence, but none have succeeded.

It was the same with Astana's father, Emperor Jovanes.

Grandfather yelled at the nanny and the Knights next to Astana, who had lost her words.

"It's because the young Prince says he can't differentiate between right and wrong things, and you've also swept away!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

The nanny and the Knights bowed their heads.

Although they were compelled to follow because they were so polarized by the Prince's command, they knew well what would happen if they touched Lombardy.

"I think this is a mistake that the Prince made as a child, and I will pass it over."

It was a saying that he would dismiss it as something that happened between children and not formally protest against the emperor.

If my grandfather protests against the emperor for breaking his oath, the emperor has no choice but to apologize.

It was a broad wish that he would endure this time to save Emperor Jovanes' side.

My grandfather, you're cool!

I trembled with emotion at the appearance of my grandfather who was so Lombardy.

Then there was a hand patting my shoulder.

"It's okay. Don't worry."

It seemed that Shananet thought I was still scared.

But Astana hasn't resisted her stubbornness yet.

He pointed at me and glared at me.

"Hah, but this happened because the girl didn't listen to my orders! She disobeyed the command to pick up my hat and threw it further away!"

"Be careful with your words, Prince."

Grandfather flashed his eyes again and warned.

"You say that my granddaughter should have picked up the Prince's hat like a servant."

"That's of course...!"

The nanny urgently grabbed the Prince's shoulder.

It meant to stop.

The Prince, who couldn't get rid of himself for a while, and groaned, struck the nanny on the cheek.

And the clothes she was wearing turned hard enough to flutter and said loudly.

"Let's go! I don't want to be somewhere like this anymore!"

That's all, really.

The Prince went away with his feet stomping, and peace finally came.

"My lady, I'm sorry."

"If we use our bodies, we don't know how they will come, so I can't..."

The guards who followed after the escorts apologized to me many times.

"It's okay. If you stopped at that time, It would have made him pull a sword, maybe that stupid one. "

And it remains.

I was looking at all the guards, and I saw two people standing on the stairs where the Prince had just come down.

They were Viese and Belsach, who were waiting for the Prince at the main entrance.

"Father! What happened to this! Why is the Prince so angry that he goes away..."

"Florentia."

My grandfather ignored Viese and called me.

I must be scolded.

I replied politely to look as pitiful as possible.

"Yes, Grandpa."

"Well done."

"Yeah?"

"Lombardy must be Lombardy in front of anyone."

Grandpa left just that and went back to the office.

I wonder if it really meant 'good job', but I felt better.

And my grandfather, this Lombardy, got better.

Shananet said to me who standing far away while looking at grandfather's back.

"It must have been a lot of surprise, so let's go to your place."

"I'm fine."

I was really okay, but I guess my young body wasn't.

When I was about to walk, my legs were relaxed and my legs almost collapsed.

Shananet looked at me, took a small breath, and said to the guard standing next to him.

"Would you be able to hold Florentia up to her place of residence?"

"Oh, yes! Of course!"

I was finally stopped by the guard and returned to my room, and I fell asleep somewhere on the way.

Today was also a busy day.

Gallahan wanted to see her daughter's face a little sooner, so he crossed two or three stairs and returned home.

"Tia, Dad is here! Um? What is sister doing here?"

At a very strange sight with Shananet sitting in the parlor, Gallahan went outside for a while and then came back in.

It was to make sure that they came to the house properly.

"Gallahan."

"Yes, sister."

"Would you like to sit here for a minute?"

Gulp.

Gallahan swallowed loud saliva to make clear the tongue.

Something was weird.

Gallahan, who confirmed that his daughter was asleep at Tia's bedroom, sat quietly on the sofa as Shananet ordered.

"Tia fell asleep quickly today, haha."

He trembled to relieve the awkward atmosphere without knowing it, but it was no start to Shananet.

Shananet said, looking with an expressionless face at Gallahan, who was rubbing the sweat on her palms on her knees.

"Florentia is going to be tired today. I was amazed at work during the day."

"This, what happened? What happened to Tia?"

When Gallahan, startled, asked in a loud voice, Shananet held a finger to her mouth.

"Are you going to wake up your daughter?"

Gallahan immediately shut up.

"Today during the day..."

In a quiet, quiet voice, Shananet explained to Gallahan what had happened during the day.

Contrary to what he thought he would run out of anger, Gallahan sighed and was silent.

"Gallahan. Although she's a smart kid, she's still a child. She's at an age that needs care from her parent."

Shananet said sternly.

"To leave your child alone like this every day. Do you have awareness as a father?"

"My thoughts were short."

Gallahan couldn't raise his head.

"That doesn't mean you're thinking that you should quit what you're doing and stick with Florentia, right?"

"Well, how do you do that... "

"The weak guy."

As if he knew it would, Shananet shook his head.

"How long do you think father will live in good health, Gallahan?"

Gallahan's shoulder flinched at her question.

Since he was born in a powerful family called Lombardy, it was always a concern.

"Don't let the stupid thoughts that if you lower yourself and lie down, you'll be able to avoid the storm."

Viese's tremendous desire for power was familiar to both brothers and sisters.

And when the position in Mansion is vacant, the greed will surely cause a storm.

"Now you must have the strength to protect Florentia. What will happen to your father and daughter right now, if you do nothing."

For the first time, Shananet was giving heartfelt advice to her youngest brother.

"Fortunately, you have a pretty good brain. You're easily likable, so it won't be difficult to deal with people. So use them to build your strength, Gallahan."

After speaking, Shananet stood up.

Gallahan, who got up in a hurry after being in thought, nodded to her.

Shananet, who walked to the door in an elegant step without even footsteps, suddenly looked back and said.

"From tomorrow, if you have anything to leave the house, send Florentia to me. I don't have much work like you."

"Oh, thank you, sister."

When Gallahan was surprised, Shananet rarely smiled and walked out of the room.

Gallahan, who was left alone, carefully opened the door to Tia's room.

He said quietly as he briefly touched the round forehead of his daughter, who was sleeping quietly, making a colorful sound.

"I'm sorry, Tia."

I thought that the mother who left first was loving her child with all her might.

The role of parents was not supposed to end there.

Gallahan swept Tia's forehead and made a firm determination over and over again.

I will protect my daughter no matter what.

Upon returning to the Imperial Palace, Astana was called by the Empress as soon as he changed his clothes.

The Empress smiled brightly and greeted her son.

"Did you have a good trip, Prince?"

Haven't you heard it yet?

Astana couldn't answer and hesitate.

The Empress, the empress, who saw her son was silent like that, said with smiling in the day time.

"You didn't listen to me. I told you to be careful about your act when you go to Lombardy."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Astana, who is a naughty child, became the most gentle son in the world only in front of the Empress.

"Sooner or later, the Prince will go back to the Lombardy mansion with a gift for your apology."

"But...! Ugh!"

The Empress gripped the jaw of the Prince who was trying to protest.

"Prince."

"Yes uh, mother."

"It was very shameful today, right?"

"... Yeah?"

The Empress gently touched Astana's face, as if when she was rubbing a wound.

"Answer, Prince."

"Yes, it was shameful."

"Which one?"

"I am someone that will become the Crown Prince and succeed My Country. By the way. But they say "

"They acted as if they could be the masters of this Empire, right?"

The Empress laughed like a joke.

"Lombardy are such people. They have lost respect for the Imperial Family, believing only in the power of decent money."

In the eyes of the Empress, there was a clear hostility.

"So don't ever forget today's work, Prince."

After all, his mother knows his heart!

"And that child named Florentia will someday regret being spoiled by our Prince. This mother will make it that way."

Astana nodded hard.

"I'll do it at all costs. So Prince just needs to listen to me."

"Yes, mother."

The Empress held Astana in her arms.

On the outside, it was a very beautiful mother and son.

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"Today's class will be over here."

Clerivan said as he finished class.

So, I was the only one who was listening properly, but Clerivan didn't seem to care much.

"And I have an assignment today."

"Sigh.."

When the children were told that it was an assignment, they sighed as if they had lost ground.

The dislike of homework is the same everywhere.1

"Today's assignment is a relatively simple one. Of course, it's not exactly the case."

It sounds like some kind of hot iced tea.

I felt curiosity and looked at Clerivan

"Your homework is to come up with the answer to the question, 'What is the most valuable thing for a merchant?'"

"Of course it's money."

Gilliu replied right away.

"Then that would be Gilliu's answer. Let's talk more about homework in the next class."

As Clerivan cleared the board, he announced that the class was completely over.

I cleared up the seat where I was sitting throughout the class and stood up.

Mayron, who was setting the cushion right after me, complained.

"I don't know!! how do we know about commerce so well."

Somehow I felt like I would laugh.

Others don't know, but I do.

How much a person named Clerivan Pellet is, a person with a strong position and a person with a terrifying touch.

I said, striking to Mayron.

"Of course! What kind of...!"

I was trying to say 'What kind of person!'

Clerivan never misses what's happening in this classroom, and I already know Clerivan as a teacher.

"Are you really curious about who you are? Ha ha ha..."

It was almost a big deal.

As he quickly turned around and cleaned up the cushion that was in good condition, Mayron tilted his head.

"Tia, you're sweating all of a sudden. Where do you hurt?"

"Oh, what hurts. You have a pretty cushion..."

After looking around, I quickly changed the subject.

"But, wasn't Belsach come today?"

There is no sound of his snoring, so how comfortable the class environment is.

Today, the contents of the class were more familiar in my ears.

"Belsach followed his father to a meeting."

A poor voice replied.

"Hi, it's Larane."

"Hello, Florentia."

Even today, pretty Larane was wearing a dress full of white frills.

Originally, we were very uncomfortable, and while taking classes together, we sometimes have some short conversations and greetings.

But I always talked first, and it was the first time that Larane came to me like today.

"You know, Florentia."

"Yes why?"

"What color do you like?"

The sudden question comes, and I was a little embarrassed.

What is my favorite color?

I blinked a couple of times and replied.

"Red."

"Oh, that's right. I see."

If that was really the case, Larane turned around and went out without regret after heard my answer.

The twins approached me, standing still in embarrassment.

"What is it? What did Larane say?"

"Suddenly come..."

"You come suddenly?"

"She asked what color I like."

I thought the twins would react like 'Ah, what's up' or 'That's a crappy question'.

But the two smiled wide open their eyes.

"Tia likes red!"

"Red, red... "

The reaction of the twins was also strange.

Mayron liked it as if he knew very good information, and Gilliu kept muttering red, like a man who would not forget.

Larane is weird and twins are weird.

No, the twins were originally a little strange, but today they were no longer.

"I have to go quickly and take a nap."

I sighed and began to tidy up the classroom.

In the southern district under the direct command of the emperor, there was a residential area where the townhouses of the nobles were concentrated.

This place, commonly referred to as 'Noble Town', boasted a luxurious and beautiful outer scenery that could not be compared to other districts.

Among them, the Sedakyuna shopping street, where high-end shops are gathered, was still crowded with nobles and rich merchants today.

The restaurant 'Victoria Place', which has been fully booked every day since its newly opened a while ago, has not received other guests today only for a group of customers.

The meeting was held once a season by Viese Lombardy, the eldest son of Lombardy Lord, and was very popular in the social world.

"You said that Lombardy and Angenas are going to start a business together?"

"I heard that story too! I'm so excited!"

When the nobles gathered together here today, the first theme they brought out was the same.

The topic of socialization these days was the cooperation of the two families, no matter what.

Lombardy, who is called a noble above the nobility, and Angenas, who already produced the fourth empress, join hands and jump into a business.

Even though it has not been properly disclosed, word of mouth was already spreading.

"I heard it's a textile business. What on earth is it?"

"Why don't you buy silk from anywhere in the west and bring it in?"

"Maybe. Angenas is a family with roots in the west, and if you are at the top of Lombardy, you can go up to that very long distance."

Viese's mouth, who struggled to keep smiling amidst the controversial conjectures, trembled.

It wasn't a long time since Gallahan's job start, he kept sleeping at night and then came back to normal.

He soothed himself to think that he gave a business to Gallahan, who had never done anything until now.

However, when I saw that the business plan became a topic in the mouths of other people, I was twisted again.

"Viese."

There was a hand on Viese's stiff shoulders.

It was Viese's wife, Seral.

"Other people are watching, honey."

She said with a smile that seemed as if she was whispering a friendly word, but the sweet voice flashed her mind.

Not surprisingly, other nobles who were talking about the textile business were glancing at Viese.

Rumors that he was the one who originally started the Lombardy and Angenas collaborative project could not have been caught by them quickly.

Even though they knew what was going on, they were talking about the textile business in front of Viese.

This was a battlefield.

Viese quickly hid her expression with the cup she was holding in her hand.

Those who were hoping that Viese, who likes to scream, would explode, were disappointed when he recovered his composure.

They were faces that missed the interesting sight.

"Shall we let the wind blow for a moment?"

Seral got Viese up from the table.

And with an elegant step, she headed for a place without people.

Seral said, who once again confirmed that there are no familiar people around.

"It's time to stop paying for meals, too. Isn't it?

Seral said, brushing her husband's shoulders.

"Right. And it's a business that barely touches the fabric. How well will it work if it goes well."

"Okay, so don't bother."

Seral understood Viese's anxiety.

Although he was the eldest son of Lulak, he was a man who lacked much.

She knew how to make a very objective evaluation of her husband.

So he said in a warmer tone.

"Gallahan-nim is the youngest who can only play. Look around. Lombardy is your name in the social world"

It wasn't a big deal, but as his wife said, the face of Viese, who looked around, became very bright.

This was possible because Seral knew what he was sensitive to and what he valued.

"Belsach, come here."

Seral called Belsach, who was harassing the butterfly from a distance.

"Which family did I say you should play with their child today?"

"Hmm... Miimbert and Belletiron Ronga. But mother."

Belsach frowned and said, crossing his stomach.

"But they're so boring. Can I just play alone? That's more fun."

For Belsach, Miimbert's second son and Belletiron's third son were just cowards who couldn't even play together.

"Belsach, what did you say is the most important thing to live like a noble?"

Belsach pouted her lips, remembering the words he listened to his mother so much that every time he was scolded by her, he heard a scab on his ear.

"Your network. Whoever you hang out with is the most important thing."

"Yes, that's right. So go and say hello to Miimbert and Belletiron. Don't forget to laugh as if it were nice to meet you. Okay?"

"Yeah..."

Belsach eventually drooped his shoulders and walked to pretend to be close as his mother told him to do.

"You too, wake up now. Gallahan... won't be busy for a long time anyway."

Seral didn't think that Gallahan, the first to pursue the project, would pay off.

So, after seeing the opportunity, I thought that Angenas could speak to Viese and start a new business.

After a while, the couple tenderly folded their arms and returned to the table.

As if nothing had happened, they led the meeting with a smile.

"Hello, grandfather!"

As I entered the office, I nodded in greeting.

"Is Florentia here? I brought juice and cookies for you, so eat a lot."

"Yes, Grandpa! Wow!"

I went out and it worked out.

I ran out to the sofa in front of the table with plenty of food on it, with a childish cheer.

"Father, I'm here too."

"Okay."

Well, Grandpa also has a severe temperature difference.

After seeing me and smiling happily, my father greeted me and came back with my grandfather's distinctive stern face.

I ate sweets, so I chewed my cookie with a happy look in the world and listened to the conversation between my grandfather and my father.

"It's a fabric that I haven't encountered yet, so I'm not satisfied with the order quantity."

"How much quantity did you produce?"

"This is the amount that can be delivered to the entire Sedakyuna or Dressing Room right away. We are adjusting the production amount little by little according to the order status, but that doesn't mean that we can completely reduce the number of craftsmen."

"That way, we won't have the capacity to produce when orders come in large quantities."

"Yes. So..."

Is it not going well?

Neither my father nor my grandfather looked so good.

As a result, I even became nervous.

This textile business should be a reliable stepping stone for my father.

I focused on overhearing the conversation, killing the crunching of cookies.

"Have you consulted with Clerivan?"

Grandfather, who was in thought, tapping the armrests of the chair for a moment, asked my father.

"I have discussed it, but there seems to be no breakthrough."

"If so, you'll have to wait and see."

"Yes, father."

It seemed that he was trying not to show off the surface, but my father had a face that seemed to suffocate from anxiety and burden.

I thought it would be like me.

Even if I said it was my grandfather's order, anyway, he was in charge of the business that his older brother Viese brought.

Besides, the business plan that became responsible for that was a large-scale business with the Imperial Family woven together.

He sighed a little.

"Let's see the fabric for a moment."

"Here you are."

At the words of my grandfather, my father handed out a large-sized piece of coroi cotton fabric.

"It came out softer and lighter than I thought. It is easy to dye in a variety of colors and has good breathability, so it will be more useful in summer."

"But there are still months left until summer."

The problem seemed to be that there was no way to sell the fabric being pulled out right away.

There was about a week left until full-scale sales began.

Now is the time to decide the customer who will deliver the goods stably.

I put my cookie down in a frustrated heart and approached my father.

"Dad! I want to see it! Me too!"

My father smiled as if he couldn't help it, and gave me the same fabric the size he had given to my grandfather.

"Wow"

Father was right.

The coroi cotton fabric was so much softer so that it cannot be compared to fabric that only has coroi.

The thickness of the fabric was slightly thicker, but as it was so light, it hardly touched the skin, so it was not burdensome.

When I touched it with my fingertips, I was convinced that it would be both breathable and absorbent.

In addition, it was even because the cotton was in it, and even if it was not dyed separately, it seemed luxurious that the strange gloss turned.

"For now, it would be best to wait for the response from Sedakyuna or some dressing rooms in the shopping district that we decided to deliver."

My father said as if he had decided.

"The things are good, so if you wait, you will definitely get a response."

But Grandpa was still silent as if thinking another way.

I thought the same thing as my grandfather.

It wasn't the best way to make something like this and just wait for it.

If the problem was low awareness, it was important to let people know, even with a small amount of money.

The nobles will be interested in some degree just because it is a collaboration between and Angenas.

My father only needed a very small opportunity.

It wasn't necessary to be big, it was small and it was easy to carry, so it became an advertisement.

"What's not there?"

My eyes looking around, and find a teacup in front of my father.

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'That's it.'

With a curious smile, I deliberately waved the cloth once.

"Wow! pretty! Pretty... Oops!"

I purposely made my grandfather and father look at the cloth that flutters in the air.

Pretending to do something wrong with my hand shaking while holding the cloth, I dropped the teacups in front of my father.

Tea water spread over the desk in an instant, and grandfather and father stood up in surprise.

Then, I dropped the Coroi fabric, which I was playing with, on the tea water in time.

"This...!"

My father was amazed, and once he hugged me, he put me down at a distance.

"Tia, are you okay? Didn't hot water splash?"

My dad was distracted, worried that I would be burned, but I didn't.

The expression of grandfather changed when he saw the coroi cotton fabric suck tea water in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I made a mistake."

"I hope you don't get hurt."

"Gallahan."

My grandfather called my father who shake off my clothes who got the tea splash.

Soon after, the eyes of my father turned around after seeing that the coroi cotton fabric was surprisingly good at absorbing water.

"Hoh, the absorption power is good."

When my father grabbed the corner and lifted it, there was still water left, but most of the tea water has been absorbed by the fabric.

"If you use it well, it can be used in many places. When delivering to the dressing room, you should enclose a short instruction manual."

That would definitely be a good way, but it wasn't enough.

I have a lot to do.

I quickly stepped in front of my father and said, touching the heavy fabric.

"Wow, this is so amazing, my dad made it! People will buy a lot, right? What if they fight to each other?"

When I talked as if I was worried, my father said with a bitter smile.

"Haha, well. People's reactions are still unsatisfactory, but I hope it will be as Tia said."

"The reaction is not good? Why?"

"Because, uh... I guess people do that because they don't know much about this fabric yet."

Yes, Father! That's the point!

I said, nodding my head bluntly at my father's words.

"Wow... It would be nice if people could use it in advance."

"...What did you say now, Tia?"

"Dad said that. It's because people don't know much about this fabric yet. So..."

"Yes, yes... Why didn't I think about it earlier?"

My father muttered in thoughts whether he realized it with the hint I gave him.

As far as my father shared with my grandfather, the fabric has already been produced enough to sell.

In addition, weavers continue to produce quantities, so if you stack them up, they will only become stock.

It is much more beneficial to use fabrics that have already been made for publicity rather than paying the storage fee.

"The quality of the fabric is great, so if people can get in touch with it in advance,"

"That's a good way. How about giving a prototype made of fabric to the nobles who will be sold for free?"

It was also a grandfather.

The nobles of the Lambrew Empire visit the dressing room, select raw materials, and designs according to their own perspectives, and make custom productions.

It was not only clothes but also cloth bedding and curtains.

So, rather than simply letting you see the fabric in advance, you can stimulate the desire to buy even more by showing things that can be made using fabric.

"But there wasn't much time left until the sale started. It has to be a simple product to meet the expectations... ."

This is the time.

I grabbed the dry cloth next to me and gave it to my dad, saying.

"Make me a handkerchief, please!"

"Handkerchief?"

"It's good because it's soft! It would look so pretty if you cut it small and embroider it with small flowers in the corner here! I'm going to show off to Gilliu and Mayron!"

"Father... !"

When my father listened to me, his eyes flashed and looked at him.

Grandpa, who was touched his beard, nodded.

"Is it a handkerchief? It could be a good prototype."

"Why couldn't I have come up with this way! I've seen a Durak top master cut and use fabric that he needs to wipe off his sweat, and he says it's great and he keeps carrying it with him."

Dad laughed and said.

"No special processing is required. All you need to do is dry it in moderation and iron it neatly. Ah! It would be nice to add some simple decorations!"

I had nothing more to help.

My dad began to spit out ideas without hesitation.

It wasn't just a handkerchief.

Prototypes that could be made using the craftsmen he had right away poured out of my father's mouth.

"I don't think this is the time I'm doing this! Is that okay Tia..."

"Do not worry about Florentia, go home."

Originally, he was going to go home early after a long time and report to my grandfather before dinner.

My father took the fabric he had brought with him and told me.

"Tia, I'm sorry, but your dad has to go back to work. I think we should have dinner next time. What should I do?"

"It's okay! Goodbye, Dad!"

I smiled and waved my hand in a happy heart.

After looking back a few times as if sorry, my dad ended up running out of the office.

There was a hand grasping my shoulder, who was gazing at it happily.

"Shall we have dinner with this grandfather today?"

Oh! This is an unexpected achievement.

I quickly nodded and answered.

"Yes, Grandpa! I want to eat meat again!"

"Huh huh, I didn't know that our Florentia was eating so well."

"It's so delicious!"

"Yes, eat a lot and grow taller."

This is a foul.

Of course, I knew that the chef who cooks my father and my food and the chef who cooks the food of my grandfather, the owner of the house, are different people, but that's the difference!

I was so happy to chew on a soft, juicy steak.

In the future, I have more reasons to eat with my grandfather often.

"Eat your grandfather too!"

"This grandfather is full to see that you eat well."

When I finished the meat I had cut, my grandfather started hand-cutting my steak into sizeable pieces.

"I see a lot of your new side these days, Florentia."

"Cough... Yeah?"

"Didn't the shy girl who was crying hit her cousin? And the one who always worries her father because she doesn't eat well. And today ... "

The meat that went well seems to get stuck in the middle of the esophagus.

Have I ever been caught?

I tried to pretend it was okay, sticking the vegetables next to the meat and putting it in my mouth, keeping an eye out for it.

"Florentia."

"Yes, yes?"

"Now don't worry."

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but it didn't seem like he is blaming me for a sudden change.

"Girl ..."

It seems you thought me brave when you looked at my back while laughing a little bitterly.

It seemed okay for now, so I turned around, putting a piece of meat that my father had cut into my mouth.

"Ah, it's delicious! Hahaha..."

"Eat a lot. If you don't have enough, I'll bring more."

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Fortunately, Grandpa hasn't said anything since then.

I ended my meal normally by pushing the foods I eat well in front of me.

As I was tasting the fruit and sweet chocolate served for dessert, I felt the gaze of my grandfather who was staring at me again.

When I stopped eating, my grandfather asked in a subtle voice.

"Florentia, is there anything you want to have?"

"Do you want to gave it?"

Why do you suddenly ask me that?

"What do you usually like?"

"I... I like books."

I couldn't figure out why, so I replied cautiously.

"It's a book... ... ."

Grandfather, who had been thinking for a while rubbing his nice beard, said, flicking his fingers.

"Okay. You like books, so I can make a small library for you!"

"Ah, a library... No way, a library?!"

Indeed, I said I like books, but what do you mean by building a library?

When I was surprised, my grandfather laughed.

"This is the birthday of Lulak's youngest granddaughter.

"Oh, birthday!"

I forgot for a moment.

My birthday was approaching.

This is the birthday when my father offered to buy a mother horse and a baby horse for gifts.

I've been so busy these days that I was living without knowing how time was flowing.

"Oh, that's why it was!"

As soon as I realized it was my birthday, I began to understand the behavior of these spoiled cousins.

"Why?"

"Larane, and Gilliu and Mayron wondered what color I like. Now I know why."

Grandpa laughed happily.

"It looks like our Florentia has become close to other cousins."

Can you say that it is close?

Still, compared to my last life, I was getting pretty close to my three cousins, so I nodded.

"Yes, it looks good. It looks very good."

My grandfather stroked my hair again, asking, shining in his eyes.

"So, what would a library look like as a birthday present?"

A library for an eight-year-old birthday present.

It was a scale that couldn't be compared to his father's pony suggestion last time.

"Well, then, can I only use it there?"

"If you want, I'll do that."

In fact, it wasn't a bad suggestion.

As my father got busy, I had a little time to spend alone, but from a while ago I was with them in Shananet's residence with the twins.

So, any shape is good, so I felt that I needed a space where I could quietly organize my thoughts and use it as a kind of office in the future.

But I shook my head.

"I also like a library that can only be used by me. Please give me a different gift for this birthday, Grandpa."

"Something else? Tell me about it."

"It's not big. Please accept my request later."

"Request?"

The grandfather, who opened his eyes wide for a moment, burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Please, please!"

Although I was looking at my grandfather while laughing with a pure face, my palms were sweaty due to tension.

Sooner or later, something happens that requires the help of my grandfather.

If I am rejected now, I have to find another way to ask my grandfather a favor.

"Did you know that it's a much bigger birthday gift than asking to build a library?"

Also.

Grandpa didn't scream.

"Is that so?"

As if I didn't know that well, I laughed and trembled.

"Hmm..."

Grandpa looked at me with strange eyes for a while.

Then he said with a friendly smile.

"Yes, let's do that."

Ha, thank you.

I tried to swallow a sigh of relief and shouted out loud.

"Wow! Thank you, Grandpa!"

"I like you."

This provided the means for that time.

I enjoyed the sweetness of this moment as I picked and ate a grape in front of me.

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Gallahan nervously sat in the upper office at the top of Lombardy, which was located within the Empire.

The two hands were clasped so tightly that the white jutting joints sometimes trembled.

"Woo..."

A heavy, long sigh flowed out.

He tried to get rid of his anxiety somehow, but as time passed, the tension was getting more and more.

In the end, it was when Gallahan couldn't stand and jumped up.

The door to the upper office's opened widely, and Durak's top leader comes into the room.

"Okay, that's it!"

Durak leader, who was running out of breath, filled with a smile on his face, raised both hands.

"It's crazy there's a huge amount of orders pouring in! It's amazing!"

His uplifting voice was trembling, unable to hide his excitement.

It was a top-ranked Durak owner who was approaching as if to embrace Gallahan with joy, but Gallahan did not respond.

"Sigh..."

Gallahan, who sat down on the sofa with a sigh of relief, put his dry hand on his cheeky face.

"Fortunately"

There was no power in the exhausted voice.

"Haha! Now I see this friend, you are a very smart guy!"

Durak owner burst into laughter while looking at such an image.

"If you want to continue to do big things in the future, you'll have to grow your fence!"

At first, the title, which started with 'Lombardy young master', became more comfortable to 'friends''.

Durak owner is much older, so it makes it clear. When Gallahan asked him several times, he acted as if he would keep the line until the end.

The tension seemed to be the same for the Durak owner.

Then Gallahan laughed weakly and nodded his head.

Tia's idea was a huge success.

Since the day he left the office early after leaving the office of Lord, he was unable to return home a few times, and he was crazy about making prototypes.

As a result, he was able to create not only the handkerchief that he thought of for the first time but also an inner skirt and a simple design pillowcase for women in time.

It was thanks to the help of technicians who worked hard day and night like their own.

And the top of Lombardy and the top of Durak mobilized their personal connections and presented the prototypes to the nobles of the imperial decree and neighboring provinces.

In the past few days, until the official sale of Coroi cotton fabrics started today, Gallahan couldn't sigh because of worries.

Creating a prototype was more expensive than he thought.

It was fortunate that the main material of the fabric was the coroi plant, which can be easily obtained anywhere if only labor is provided.

After spending a few days holding his breath, today.

Finally, the results were confirmed.

"Now, have a drink."

Even in an urgent need, Durak's owner opened the bottle he had brought and handed a congratulatory liquor.

Originally, he was a Gallahan who doesn't drink well, but today he laughed and received a glass.

"For a successful start!"

Durak owner shouted in a loud voice and drank rather strong alcohol at once.

Gallahan also drank about half at a time and frowned on the bitter taste that came up late.

"I'm talking about it now, but why did you change your plan on the way? Even if I made a handkerchief, it would have been enough to elicit a good response."

At first, when Gallahan first told the Durak owner the operation of making a handkerchief and presenting it to the nobles, he cheered, saying that Gallahan was a genius.

But Gallahan didn't stop there.

Separately, he took his own money, hired additional technicians, and began making other prototypes.

It was a bold attempt that didn't match Gallahan's usual personality.

"That ..."

To the question of the top of Durak, Gallahan replied with a glancing smile.

"Wouldn't it be better to invest more to produce more?"

Looking at the hand towels that were made smoothly one by one, Gallahan found herself being settled down like a habit again.

"Don't let the foolish thoughts that if you keep your low-profile and give in, you'll be able to avoid the storm."

Shananet's voice rang vividly in his ear.

So he pushed forward as if he was half possessed.

Over and over again, I caught myself trying to give up 'Isn't it too much?' and 'Would I be regretting this?'

'I have to develop strength for Tia.'

It was that he thought.

By making the prototype, Gallahan became an official investor in the business, and naturally, a personal allocation of profits to come was created.

With this initiative, not only top Lombardy and banks, but also Gallahan's personal assets have increased.

"Of course, Lombardy."

Durak owner smacked Gallahan's shoulder and said.

"In fact, I had a toast, but it's starting now. You have to pay attention so that the fabric is supplied without a hitch."

"In fact, I have something to tell you about it."

"Something?"

Gallahan said, touching the curve of the glass.

"Once fabric production has stabilized, I want to step out of this business."

"No! Why!"

Durak's top lord asked with a lot of surprises.

"Now that the hard work is over, I think I should enjoy the results!"

That was right.

Since the explosive order came in in return for the hard work of his heart so far, he only had to enjoy the sweet fruit, but it was generally incomprehensible to take his handoff.

But Gallahan shook his head with a smile.

"I have a business I want to do."

"Do you want to do business?"

"Yes, and I plan to promote this project at my own expense, not Lombardy."

The use of the money I had for the prototype was rather condolence to the phone.

As the coroi cotton fabric business grew and flourished, the money returned to Gallahan would increase.

With that money plus the money saved at the Lombardy Bank, there was something I wanted to do.

"Well. You are still young, and very voracious. Okay. If you get caught up in a bit, tell me what kind of business it is. If you're promoting, do I want to invest?"

Durak owner looked at Gallahan with eyes full of trust.

It was wrong to say that all of Lulak's sons were a coward.

While working together this time, Gallahan, who stood next to him, was a little too cautious, but he inherited the bold determination of his father, Lulak.

Maybe this guy will do a big job someday.

Durak owner thought so and filled his empty glass with more alcohol.

"Hello, Estira!"

"You are here, lady."

When I opened the door of the House of Representatives and entered, Estira welcomed me with a friendly smile. It was a little awkward to talk to the adult, Estira, but that's how I treat the employee.

Of course, the exceptions were the teachers Clerivan, the older Dr. O'Malley, and employees such as the librarian Broschl.

In the meantime, we have become quite close as Estira, not Dr. O'Malley, took over my wrist treatment.

"I brought a fruit cake today!"

No, it would be more accurate to say that I made an effort to get along with Estira.

Looking at the appearance alone, it seems that he would prefer a bitter tea type rather than sweet food, and Estira was surprisingly sweet food Mania.

However, with Estira salary, she said that high-quality desserts are a luxury and cannot be eaten in full.

And I dug into that point.

"Thank you, lady."

As I took the cake out of the picnic bag, a white smile spread to Estira's fine-lined face.

"I brought all the plates, so take them to the hostel and eat them!"

In this case, it's very convenient to be Lombardy's granddaughter, whose assets and supplies are near infinity.

To buy a piece of cake like this for Estira, she would have to go to a dessert shop and close her eyes and shout, but I had to grab any employee passing by and ask for a piece of cake in a picnic bag that I could carry...

"If the time is fine, would you like to have a cake and a cup of tea?"

It's a nice sound while listening.

Still, I needed an excuse to talk to Estira.

As I nodded fervently, Estira put the kettle on the furnace.

"Then, while the water is boiling, let's take a look at your wrist."

"Yes, here."

Estira looked carefully at my seemingly casual wrist as if touching fallen leaves.

"I think you're all better now."

"I've told you before. It's okay now."

"You can't be vigilant and get injured more seriously later."

It was nice to be able to get close to Estira thanks to that, but it was me.

So I was judged to be cured and cut the cake piece by piece and enjoyed a leisurely tea time.

After a while, when I thought that Estira had enjoyed the taste of the cake to some extent, I asked, pretending to be a trivial question.

"What is your dream of Estira?"

The word 'dream' could have sounded like a childish question, but Estira didn't have that sign.

Rather, she thought about it and immediately answered.

"My goal is to go to the academy and study herbal medicine."

"As Herbology."

It was as expected.

Estira was already making such a plan at this time of year.

I said, pretending not to understand, tilting my head.

"But wasn't the academy is expensive?"

The Academy, built by the first Emperor of Lambrew with a donation from the Lombardy family, could be admitted to anyone who passed the exam, regardless of status, but was notorious for its high tuition fees.

Besides, it was safe for commoners to think that the Pane Academy, to one who didn't know writing, looked almost like an educational institution for aristocrats.

"Yes, it is. So I'm working hard to save money. Once I've collected a year's tuition, I may be looking for a scholarship after that."

"How much have you collected now?"

"At least half of it... ... ."

Estira blurred the end of her words.

Originally, even if you collect dust, it is dusty.

Still, it was really great to collect half.

"Then after that? What do you want to do by researching herbal science at the academy?"

Was this question a little unexpected?

Estira looked at me with strange eyes.

"I really can't believe that my lady is seven years old."

"Now I'm eight years old in a few days!"

Honestly, it was seven nor eight years old.

I said shamelessly raising my chin.

"I want to systematically study herbal medicine and make a clinic that someday even people without money can come."

Said Estira cautiously.

"This is a 'dream' in words."

Estira said it was embarrassing, but I had no intention of laughing at her.

Because dreams were a privilege for those who had not yet achieved them.

Instead, I asked in a subtle voice.

"Can I help you with that?"

"...Yeah?"

"Estira's dream. I think I can help."

Estira's eyes with long eyelashes flickered slowly.

It seemed as if she was trying to understand what I was saying somehow.

"Are you talking about a Lombardy scholarship student?"

As expected, Estira quickly noticed.

I already understood the meaning of the words I threw.

"No. I'm talking about Estira's 'dream'? It's not a goal."

Estira said her goal was to study herbal medicine at the academy.

And he expressed it as a dream to one day build a hospital for the poor.

"Well, that's really just what I dream of"

"Yeah. That means it's what Estira really wants. I can help."

I said with a light smile.

"Well, I'll have to go to the academy first."

As she said, I'm just a kid who is now eight years old.

But I'm also someone who knows how to help Estira achieve her dreams, and she also a Lombardy person.

And for Lombardy, the amount of money to send a person to the Imperial Academy cannot be said to be money.

It is also a matter of taking a few months of my pocket money, which is still piled up in Lombardy Bank right now.

"What do you think?"

Estira knows that, so she doesn't laugh at what I said right now.

Estira's eyes, shaking as if they were an earthquake, became clear at some point.

After taking one deep breath, Estira asked me.

"Then what can I do for you?"

It's really fast to notice.

That's why it's more reliable, though.

I shrugged once and said.

"It's no big deal, can you make me a Melcon medicine?"

"Are you talking about Melcon?"

"Yes! Is it difficult?"

"No. It's not a difficult drug to make, but..."

Melcon medicine is a combination of several medicinal herbs and is commonly prescribed as a nutritional supplement for growing children and a nourishing tonic for tired adults.

"But you have to make it a concentrate. The thicker it is, the better it is, in an amount that can be taken every day for about a month in a bottle of this size."

"... It's not for the lady."

If it was for me, I didn't have to make a month or so in advance.

As soon as it is made by ordering the employee to make it, it is enough to deliver it to the room every day.

"... It's a Melcon medicine, so I'll make it."

No matter who eats, there's no fear of anything big, so it means she'll help.

"Don't worry, Estira. This drug will not harm anyone, it will be used to save."

"Thank you! I'll think of it as your birthday present!"

She said it so that she didn't feel like she was making a deal.

I have to be someone that Estira can trust because I shouldn't have been the target of dealing with it.

Fortunately, Estira smiled a little comfort and nodded.

"When will it be possible?"

"It's possible in about a week."

"Yeah! That will work!"

Melcon medicine was a nourishing tonic that can be used by anyone of all ages, but it had one more effect that is not well known.

"I'll ask you as soon as possible."

It is not strong, but it is an antidote that is effective against most poisons that are commonly used when taken over the long term.

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