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

by Usui Takumii

not mine, free web novel

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Chapter 31

I am done revised, so please enjoy the chapter...

"Estira, come here for a minute."

Estira, who was writing a treatment journal for a patient who just visited, got up from her seat at the call of her teacher, Dr. O'Malley.

Dr. O'Malley was not a particularly strict or scary teacher, but today somehow, his expression wasn't good...

Estira noticed and quietly sat down in the chair next to Dr. O'Malley.

"I heard a rough story from Jason. And it looks like you making something strange these days."

"Ah..."

No more words were needed.

Estira noticed what Dr. O'Malley was saying and tried to explain it urgently.

But Dr. O'Malley came first.

"Give up."

"Yes?."

Estira looked at the doctor.

But Dr. O'Malley only shook his head.

"I don't like it because you seem to be playing with Miss Florentia's impulses, Estira."

"Impulsive... "

"What can she know, she is just a kid who is only eight years old now. I know you are so desperate and too excited about a joke like that."

Dr. O'Malley was accusing her.

Although he did not raise his voice or expressly impressed, Estira could fully feel it.

"No, sir! Miss. Florentia is really trying to help me!"

Estira said, blinked her eyes.

It doesn't matter if he underestimates me, but I can't stand it when Miss. Florentia is spoken of like that.

"She sincerely trying to help me..."

"Hugh, Estira..."

Dr. O'Malley sighed as if the ground was fall.

In the end, there was a sound of clearing his throat.

"I understand your desperate desire to go to the academy, but not this year, just give up."

Dr. O'Malley had pushed her a second time.

"It's all for you."

'Are you really thinking about me?'

Estira bowed her head to hide her doubts about her teacher.

"Besides, I've already written a recommendation for Jason. You must have someone else to write you a recommendation letter..."

Dr. O'Malley continued to try to persuade Estira.

"Don't be greedy. Will I write a letter of recommendation for you next year?"

Even if it was greed, there was nothing to say.

Estira bites her lower lip.

It was almost a miracle even for her who is an ordinary girl and comes from the countryside.

She got a job where she could make money while working on the medicine, and even got the chance to learn pharmacy under famous Lombardy's doctor.

So Dr. O'Malley was right.

It could be greedy to aim for a job as a researcher at the academy too.

Estira understood the criticism in the doctor's eyes.

"Teacher."

Said Estira in a quiet voice.

"I want to do as much as I can."

"Estira, even though I said this!"

"I want to live up to the expectations of Miss. Florentia, sir."

Dr. O'Malley, who was trying to push again, shut up when the name of Florentia came out.

"My lady told me I could do it. She said she would help me, and she would let me go to the academy."

Estira laughed strongly as she recalled that time.3

"As you said, she may be still a kid, but I do believe."

She said she would make Estira's dream come true.

She did not laugh when she heard a dream that was too big for the common people never mind a woman.

Rather, she will help her, she promised to her.

Those pretty green eyes of that time were engraved in Estira's heart.

"You keep doing reckless things like this, even if I say I won't write a letter of recommendation?"

Dr. O'Malley ended up swaying.

Originally, it was a conversation meant to end soon because Estira was silent.

She was a disciple who usually speaks a little and always obeys.

He didn't know she would be stubborn like this.

If he can't beat Estira's will, his position as the doctor becomes difficult.

Yesterday, Viese Lombardy called Dr. O'Malley.

When he arrived, he thinks that it was a regular visit, But Viese and Jason's father, the president of the Plan Medical Company, sit together.

It was not surprising because he knew the relationship between the two of them, where money and friendship go hand in hand.

But when the president of the Plan Medical Company complained about Estira in front of Viese, he was truly surprised.

He didn't even think that he would have such ambitions.

The president said, "I don't think it makes sense for such a girl to dare to ask for a doctor's recommendation, so why don't you throw her right away?

And he said that he was concerned because his student was not aware of her place, and he said the doctors shouldn't make him worry about it again in the future

In a word, he said that he should not write recommendations to anyone, including Estira, for the time being.

In response, Dr. O'Malley made the oath, saying that he would take responsibility and make Estira give up on the academy.

It was because he thought about the timid personality of Estira, he thought that if he just says a few words, she would calmly give up on the Academy.

"Think well!!."

Dr. O'Malley was convinced this time that Estira would break her stubbornness.

She hesitated for a while.

But like a lie, Estira nodded her head.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I'll trust Miss Florentia."

"Ha! Oh."

Dr. O'Malley was shocked. He thought that he used a word firmly no matter what Estira's will.

And, now he looking at Estira disgustingly, he clicked on his tongue.

It was nonsense from the beginning anyway.

She believes the words of an eight-year-old kid, and she doesn't care about what her teacher says.

The doctor then had the idea that he should cut Estira's salary because of this problem.2

"You're making me troubled in the end."

"Yes? Troubled?..."

Estira head's tilted, but Dr. O'Malley's turned back and said coldly.

"You don't need to know. Go."

With pent-up feelings, Estira could only say goodbye.

However, it couldn't be helped that one corner of her heart was steamed continuously.

My heart was pounding.

I took my palm-sized tube and breathed slowly and deeply.

The lid was covered, but the pungent scent of the hipsee leaves irritated my nose.

"I'll open it."

Estira nodded her head, in agreement.

Dalgrak.

With a small noise, the lid opened and a hardened ointment appeared.

I carefully touched it with my finger.

The flat surface inside the container reaches the tips of my fingers.

This time, I applied the ointment on my fingertips to the back of my hand.

Beeswax with vegetable oil melted at body temperature and gently applied.

At the same time, it seems a little hot, and a feeling of cold spreads through the skin.

"...Done."

It was perfect.

"In case you don't know, I've been using it in the same place every day for the past five days."

Said Estira, showing her wrist to me.

"Sometimes the sore wrist pain disappeared, and my skin improved strangely. Maybe it also has such an effect, Miss."

Compared to the other wrist, it felt strangely smooth, as Estira said.

I put the ointment lid back on and gently put it down.

Then I asked Estira.

"Estira, do you have anything you want?"

Estira shook her head quietly at my unexpected question.

"Think carefully, what Estira needs, regardless of the amount."

"Well, regardless of the amount?"

Estira complained seriously for a while, then replied cautiously.

"Then, I want to have a small house in Lombardy town."

As if she was embarrassed while talking, Estira scratched her cheek.

"Is that so? I see."

"By the way, why are you asking such a question all of a sudden, Miss?"

"It's a waste to change this medicine to just two letters of recommendation and a scholarship."

"Only...?"

Estira was confused as she alternately looked at the ointment and me.

But I was serious.

This ointment wasn't just for Grandpa and Broschl.

I smiled at Estira, who was still confused, saying don't worry.

It was a day when it rained softly. It was a nice rain after a long time, but it wasn't very good weather for Lulak, who had poor knees.

But while rubbing his uncomfortable knee with his hand, he looked at the smiling face, the librarian grandpa, Broschl laughed in vain.

"Are you not in good condition?"

"Definitely good. While you?

Lulak still said with a big smile.

"I was regretted that Clerivan was going to work as a side job. He said that his business partner was Gallahan..."

Lulak first questioned his ears.

He suddenly visited and informed that he was going to do business with Gallahan.

And he said, 'Gallahan-nim seems to be a very smart person,' and he rarely even praised others.

"No matter how it is. I don't know what kind of business he's talking about until the end."

Lulak didn't stop laughing while complaining that much.

Broschl laughed together as he looked at him.

"But why did you call me today?"

"Oh, that's it. I mean, a crazy guy is asking you and me to write a recommendation."

As if suddenly thinking of someone, Lulak's eye wrinkles became thicker.

Now the tail of his mouth was getting caught in the ears.

Broschl knew him for over thirty years, but it was the first time he had ever seen Lulak's nasty look.

Broschl tilted his head.

Then, he heard a little knock.

'Come in' as if Lulak waited.

When the door opened and the little girl appeared, Broschl wanted to see what kind of joke this was.

"Hi!"

It was Lulak's eight-year-old granddaughter, Florentia, who nodded.

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I concealed my trembling heart as much as possible and entered my grandfather's office.

Fortunately, the weather was also helping.

The sky was cloudy and it was raining.

"Oh-goo-goo, did our granddaughter come?"

Grandpa opened his arms wide towards me with a slightly shaky face.

"Grandpa!"

I ran as it was and struck in my grandfather's arms.

"haha ..."

Next to him, Broschl was laughing with a surprised face looking at me and my grandfather.

It was probably the first time he had seen this kind of grandfather.

Well. I also sympathized with it.

Lulak Lombardy's unfolded looks like this.

If he had seen me in my previous life, he might have been surprised and moved back.

I stepped out of my grandfather's arms and said hello again to Broschl.

"Hello, librarian Grandpa."

"haha. It's been a while, Miss. Florentia."

After my father got busy, he seemed to welcome me even more because he didn't go to the library often.

"I didn't know the person who was trying to get the recommendation letter was a lady."

Broschl said to me.

"It's not me it's a recommendation for Estira. She is a student of Dr. O'Malley."

"Ah, I know. She is still young, but she is a pretty smart kid."

"Yes! Estira knows a lot about medicinal herbs. So today I brought the medicine that Estira made to show to you two!"

I took the medicine jar out of the little handbag I was holding.

"Hmm? Does it have a peculiar smell?"

Said my grandfather, sniffing his nose.

He was looking forward to what kind of medicine was in the jar.

Of course, I had no intention of satisfying my grandfather's curiosity right away.

I opened the lid of the jar and approached Broschl.

"Does your finger hurt a lot?"

"Hmm? How did you know that?"

Broschl said in amazement.

People with heavy-handed occupations when they get older it is common to develop calluses on their fingers.

I could tell just by looking at Broschl's fingertips slightly bent.

"That's what Estira did! Those who hold a lot of pens like grandfathers can get sick in the joints of their fingers!"

I turned all the preliminary to Estira and scooped up the ointment with my fingertips.

"Please hand."

At my words, Broschl, who looked at my grandfather for a moment, stretched out his sore hand.

Obviously, the fingers holding the pen were bent in an uncomfortable shape just by looking at them.

I carefully applied the ointment to each finger.

The reaction came immediately.

"Hoh?"

Broschl-nim was surprised and looked at the ointment with strange eyes.

"How are you?"

"It was cloudy, so the throbbing was worse... But..."

I applied much so that it was absorbed well into the joints even with small hands.2

In fact, it was okay to do it in moderation.

But I looked closely at Broschl's bent fingers.

The only place for me left alone in my previous life was books.

Broschl-nim keeps the library until late at night for me and sometimes teaches me if there is something I don't know in the book.

It may have been a small favor to someone who held the position of librarian, but it was a great comfort to me at the time.

To express my gratitude at that time, I applied the ointment to Broschl's hand.

"Come on, you're done! How are you now, librarian Grandpa?"

"The feeling of coolness was stronger than before. Thanks to that, I can barely feel the pain, so this is the usefulness."

"Hey, isn't it?"

Broschl-nim was smelling the stretching scent as if he didn't like the scent of hipsee from his hand.

"Florentia."

Then my grandfather called me.

It seemed that he didn't like something to see Broschl-nim with a blunt face.

"How about this grandpa?"

Perhaps it was envious of Broschl-nim.

I felt like I would laugh, but I quickly took the ointment so my grandfather didn't feel disappointed.

As I approached, I said boldly to my grandfather who looked at me blankly.

"The knee!"

"Huh?"

"Grandpa's knee please!"

Grandpa asked in amazement.

"How do you know that my knees are not good?"

"You sometimes tapped it like this."

I said, repeating my grandfather's habitual behavior.

"Florentia."

Grandpa looked at me and couldn't say anything for a while.

He seemed very impressed that I knew grandfather's pain.

"Grandpa, come on!"

At my rush, my grandfather rolled up the hem and showed me the right knee.

I also took a lot of ointment and applied it hard on my grandfather's knee.

With the thought of becoming a filial granddaughter and massaging his sore leg.

Unlike Broschl, my grandfather was quiet.

He only looked down at the knee where the ointment was applied, with the eyebrows narrowed slightly.

"This..."

Finally, Grandpa opened his mouth with a serious face.

He moved his sore knee a few times and looked at me with a big question mark on it.

"This, what is this, Florentia."

"It's a medicine made by Estira!"

"So what kind of medicine... ... ."

Grandpa surprised, kept folding and unfolding his knees.

It seemed strange that the pain was not easily felt because of the cool feeling.

"A little bit modified by Estira on a medicine that has been passed down from generation to generation! How's it, Grandpa?"

The answer was already revealed in my grandfather's expression, but I dare to ask.

"How is it, grandpa?"

Grandpa nodded and replied.

"If she can make this kind of medicine, she deserves my recommendation."

Broschl-nim also said with a smile.

"I am already looking forward to seeing what kind of results will come when such talent starts researching at a well-equipped academy."

The two of them were already in the moment to write even ten letters of recommendation to Estira.

"Estira probably needs a scholarship. Research and living expenses!"

"That's it."

Grandpa agreed so easily.

This loosens up my pocket money, which I try to add to Estira in case of an emergency.

But this is not the end.

I could see my grandfather reaching for the jar as if he were possessed.

I just covered the lid and held it in my hand.

"Florentia?"

Grandpa looked at me in embarrassment.

I smiled and said.

"Estira says. This medicine is very easy to make."

"Is it easy to make such a drug?"

Grandpa seemed to be as shocked as when he first applied for the medicine.

"So, she was told me that she likes to give some of these medicines to my grandfather and Mr. Broschl, who write recommendations..."

Just as expected.

"haha! She is a good child!"

There was a big smile on my grandfather's face.

Broschl-nim is also 'Huh Heo Heo!' He seemed very happy to see him laughing and stroking his beard.

As I watched the reaction of both of you, I threw a sneak peek.

"Wouldn't others like it then?"

The sound of grandfather's laugh stopped.

My grandfather's eyes meet my eyes.

And it seemed like I could see the inside of my grandfather's head for a moment.

Dozens of numbers seemed to pass quickly, then Grandpa laughed as he looked at me.

"Okay. I think so many people will like it."

"Then I'm going to bring this good news to Estira! Both of you, goodbye!"

Florentia greeted politely, and energetically opened the door of the office, and went out.

I could hear the light footsteps hitting and moving away quickly.

It seemed to be running to Estira in a hurry.

"That's a very strange medicine."

Broschl opened the jar that Florentia left and looked at the yellowish ointment in it.

The moment the drug touched the skin, the pain in the joint, which had been persistently annoying, quickly covered up with a cool sensation.

And, according to Florentia's explanation, it wasn't just the pain relief effect.

The medicine used as the raw material is said to have the effect of healing wounds and injuries itself, so it was one stone and two.

Then Broschl realized a strange thing.

It is so quiet that Lulak passes by after Florentia leaves.

"Holy Lord?"

Broschl cautiously sang Lulak.

It was then.

"Hahaha! That guy, haha!"

A big laugh burst out of Lulak so that Broschl was startled.

Lulak was laughing loud enough to lift his shoulders.

"As I reached this age, I thought there would be no more surprises!"

Lulak once again laughed as the image of Florentia, who was talking loudly, came to mind.

"For two letters of recommendation, is not enough with scholarships too, give her part of the proceeds from selling this drug?"

That was the condition of Florentia.

It was a legitimate request.

This magical drug was Estira's invention.

The percentage of the required revenue was also very reasonable.

The conscientious trader made such a condition that he would no longer negotiate and accept it without saying anything.

So, Lulak had no choice but to accept it.

Isn't it possible that you can't show a unique appearance to your young granddaughter?

Of course, if it was someone else, it would have been absurd.

'Perhaps ... ?'

Perhaps that thought was all contained in that little head, and Lulak's mind ran over it.

"Broschl."

"Yes, Lord."

"Aren't our Florentia is smart?"

Broschl laughed at Lulak's question and nodded.

"The future of Lombardy is bright."

"Right. The future of Lombardy."

It could have been the main lead of adults with a child who is only eight years old.

However, Lulak couldn't take his eyes off the small pot in front of him for a while.

The day has come for Estira to leave.1

It was just a few days after I had a conversation with my grandfather.

While sponsoring, my grandfather shot me hot.

She said she couldn't have Estira live in a dormitory, carrying a letter of recommendation from Lombardy, and bought a home near the academy.

In addition, permission from the dean of the academy, in particular, allowed Estira to come in a little faster than others and to adjust in advance.

All that was left for Estira was to work hard at the Academy and wait for the sales of the ointment to accumulate at Lombardy Bank in her name.

In front of the carriage waiting for all the luggage to be loaded and the coachman holding the reins of the horse, Estira saw me in tears.

"How can I repay Miss. Florentia?"

"Ah. It's all an opportunity you got because Estira is excellent."

I said with a smile, but Estira shook her head and cry.

"If there is any way I can repay this favor... ... ... ."

I stared up at Estira.

And asked.

"You think so, Estira?"

"Of course! Please tell me anything, Miss!"

Estira was touched by my words.

I hesitated for a moment and said.

"Then, Estira. I have one request. It's not a small request."

It was the death of my father, Gallahan Lombardy, in his mid-thirties.

"And in the area where the academy is located, there is a medicinal herb called 'Ro' that grows. Make Tlenbrew's remedy with it."

"Tlenbrew's remedy..."

Estira's voice trembled.

"How can a lady see that the herb called rosette becomes a remedy..."

I didn't answer.

"Miss..."

Estira's trembling eyes looked at me.

I also looked at Estira face to face.

And at some point, the trembling of those eyes stopped looking at me.

She seemed to have found her answer.

And asked.

"Can I make a cure for such a rare disease?"

I doubt that I can do such a great job.

It is an overly heavy burden to put on a person who is just leaving the road to become a researcher.

But I replied, looking straight at Estira.

"Huh. Estira can do it. I can make a remedy."

Because you are the one who will make the remedy.

Just three years after my father died.

I heard the news that a scholar named Estira, who once studied at the Lombardy Clinic, created a remedy for Tlenbrew based on an herb called Ro.1

However, in this life, we have to make a cure a little faster than that.

That's why I gave the clue 'Ro' together.

"Estira will definitely be able to do it."

This was the reason why I had to send Estira to the academy quickly at any cost.

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Dillard, who is currently in charge of the Lombardy general manager, entered the mansion early in the morning under the call of the Lord.

Dillard line has been a family member of Lombardy for generations, and their loyalty has been tremendous.

As a joke, it was said that the Emperor of the Dillards was Lombardy, not the real Emperor.

"It's been a while since you're here, Romense."2

At the mansion porch, the butler politely greeted him.

"Are we going to the Lord's office?"

"No. Today, there was a person who called you to the meeting room."

"Meeting room? Hmm."

Dillard answers as if it were a big deal while stroking his short beard.

This Lombardy's general manager was old but never stepped back from the front lines for a moment.

Still, all of Lombardy's contracts and advances have gone through his desk.

Obviously, although his job does not require him to meet Lord in person he was called in hastily, and he was nervous, thinking that something might have happened.

But come into the conference room.

Then he asked the deacon.

"Are there any other people here besides me?"

The deacon replied with a small smile.

"Currently, Bray's, Herrin's, Bilki's, Devon's, and Were's have already arrived. You are the last in Rome."

Dillard's face became more confused.

All the families the deacon spoke of were those who were serving Lombardy like Dillard.

Like the Dillard family, some people were in charge of major businesses such as banking, education, transportation, agriculture, and architecture.

Dillard, who quickly stepped in, hurriedly opened the door of the meeting room.

Lord of Herin's was greeted Dillard first.

"Oh, it's been a long time."

"Do you know what the hell is going on?"

However, he was the same as he shook his head.

Romense, the general manager search for an empty seat, sit down and asked the same question to Bray's first son, who was sitting next to him, but the answers were similar.

"I don't know well either. I suddenly got a call yesterday..."

"It's true. It's not common to call them like this..."

Romense was right.

It was only at the New Year's party at the beginning of the year and Lulak's birthday banquets that this number of people gathered at once.

Then, the door opened and another person came in.

"No, even you, Clerivan?"

It was Clerivan with a drowsy face.

While looking at the middle for a moment, Clerivan naturally came to the side of Romense and sat down.

Romense Dillard, who was briefly surprised by the appearance of Clerivan, said hello in a small, low-key voice.

"It's been a long time, Clerivan."

Clerivan, who rubbed his eyes as if tired, replied with a small voice, raising his head a little.

"Yes, father."

Clerivan's surname pellet was his mother's surname.

Dillard's illegitimate child, Clerivan, grows up and lives apart from the Dillards family.

The vassals in the left who were familiar with the relationship of the rich man pretended not to hear the greetings shared by the two.

After a while, Lulak Lombardy opened the door of the conference room and entered.

Except for the old Were's Lord, everyone jumped up and greeted them from where they were sitting.

Lulak laughed as he beckoned to sit at them.

"Everyone was here."

Contrary to what they were worried about, his smiley face looked very pleasant.

Thanks to this, the gathered vassals became more suspicious.

"The reason I called everyone today is ..."

There was tension in the middle of the seat.

When Lulak beckoned once, the attendant came out carrying something on the tray.

Sweet.

One small pot was placed in front of each person.

He couldn't figure out what it was, tightly tied with a pretty red string.

"Hmm? What is this smell?"

Asked Dillard, carefully bringing his face to the jar.

"It smells cool, but it's the first time I smell it."

"I know, right."

Those who are in a hurry already lifted the jar and even shaken it slightly.

Lulak, who looked at them with a smile, said.

"It's about."

"...The medicine?"

I had guessed at the bitter smell.

The vassals stared at each other's faces in the distance.

"Can I open it?"

When Clerivan asked, Lulak nodded coolly.

To the vassals who quarreled back and forth for curious minds and unwrapped the red ribbon, Lulak explained more.

"It's a versatile ointment applied to a painful place. Especially, it's a special medicine for muscle pain and people with poor joints like me."

"Hoh"

As they got older, the vassals that had one or two uncomfortable places looked into the ointment while shining their eyes even more.

"Oh! But they said don't apply it to skin peeling or bleeding wounds!"

Devon's raised his index finger and said firmly.

"But why... "

Finally, Devon's Lord asked in a small voice.

Lulak smiled as if he had been waiting for the question.

"Do you know who made the ointment?"

"Well, well... ."

"That's my granddaughter!"

Soon after, Lulak's 'Hahahahaha!' Followed by loud laughter.

"Speaking of a granddaughter."

The current third generations of Lombardy's direct lineage were still young.

Larane, the oldest, was only 11 years old.

But the granddaughter made it.

Everyone was wondering if there was one more granddaughter of a grown-up that we didn't know.

Then Clerivan asked in a quiet voice.

"Is this Florentia-nim?"

Lulak, who couldn't stop shaking his shoulders, stopped laughing and looked at Clerivan.

The vassals in the middle of the left were rather fuzzy and noisy.

"If it's Florentia, Gallahan's...?"

"She still young..."

However, it didn't seem like they were joking about Lulak, who proudly boasted that it was made by her granddaughter, or Clerivan looking at that Lulak.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Lulak laughed again.

Everyone, it was when they were sighing, saying that it was a joke.

"I'm not kidding. It's really made by my granddaughter, Florentia. It's a collaboration with a scholar named Estira who entered the Academy this year as a researcher with my recommendation.

"Aha, a joint venture!"

"Hahaha! It was a collaboration!"

People burst into laughter only then.

Well, it is.

Even though it was made by a young child, what the hell was going on, isn't it a collaboration with a great scholar?

If you look at it, you must have picked the color of this ribbon.

That was the idea of the vassals.

"It's a product that will be sold in earnest from next month. At that time, you won't be able to buy it because it doesn't exist, so thank you!"

"I think Lord is very proud of her granddaughter!"

Herin's Lord laughed and struck him.

"I don't know how far you'll believe me, but you should have seen my granddaughter come and negotiate with me with the ointment!"

"You mean negotiating? With the Lord?"

The trails were amazing.

It was because they took quite a long time to sit down, laugh, and talk with Lulak.

The average child cries hard even when held in Lulak's arms.

But she negotiated with such a Lord. That kid?.

"Florentia isn't afraid of me. She's a very nasty kid."

"Ho... That's amazing."

It was an unbelievable atmosphere that everyone said that Florentia created the ointment.

He seemed to be dubious to say that 'she wasn't scared of Lord and she was a kid too'.

"By the way, I didn't know if the Lord was so proud of his grandchildren."

At this meeting, Lord of Were's family, who is the oldest and has a strong relationship with Lulak, said with a smile.

"The old guy has to be very smart."

It seemed like a joke, but he laughed without worrying about Lulak.

Because he thought something was wrong, he was the one who rushed onto the carriage from early morning just to get the ointment from the lord's proud granddaughter.

Despite the unique cold, he looked down at the parcel in front of him with deep eyes without knowing what was inside.

Then, he touched the end of the red ribbon with his fingers.

It was the same color as the color of the braids that Florentia wears most often.

"Clerivan. Why do you do that."

Dillard, who was watching him from the side, called his son in wonder.

"Maybe you are thinking the same with your father and with them."

At first glance, Clerivan's eyes looked at the laughs and chatters with a comfortable look.

But in the middle, there were moments when their eyes just stayed on.

"Everyone will be trying to figure out why Lord put everyone together and showed this ointment."

In the kingdom of Lombardy, it was the job of the vassals to read and practice the Lord's intention.

Everyone seemed to be talking without thinking about it, but that's just the appearance.

"Father, don't you even think about 'How and when to distribute this ointment at the top of Lombardy?'.

Dillard nodded, shrugging his shoulders as if he had been caught.

"And one more thing..."

Clerivan once again took a red ribbon in his eyes.

Something that could be called instinct was telling Clerivan.

Watch the owner of this red ribbon.

Clerivan cherished a small, round jar in his hand.

Class is over.

"I think red is a good match for Florentia."

Larane said, tying a red braid to my head.

"Lara's white looks good."

I wasn't just saying it.

Is it because of Larane's white skin, or because of the blue eyes inherited from Angenas?

The white color went well with Larane.

"...Thanks."

She praised me first, but she feels embarrassed to receive praise.

She was so kind, innocent, and tender-hearted that he wouldn't be like Belsach, a child that was born in the same boat.2

It was a flower that was too fine to wither without being loved by leaving alone in a far place.

I said to Larane while thinking about that.

"Don't you like dolls? There was something that came in as a gift for my birthday before, but I hate dolls. Would you like to have Larane?"

"Really? Wow, good!"

Larane showed off a happy smile that I would show when I got a gold bar from someone.

"I? I!"

"Give me a present too, Tia!"

The twins made a cry as they sorted out the books and cushions I was trying to organize.

"Okay, I see."

There was only one reason I was chatting with kids like this now.

"Ha-am."

I looked back, pretending to yawn loudly.

I'm still watching, I'm watching.

Clerivan was looking at me with eyes that seemed to shoot a laser.

Even before the start of class, he asked questions to me whenever he had spare time throughout the class.

Then, after the class is over, he is doing that outright.

I'm worried about it.

But that doesn't mean that you can't say, 'I'm going to die because your glares hurt'.

I am an innocent child who knows nothing right now, an innocent child.

Someone patted me on the shoulder of memorizing the spell to myself.

"Wow, that's a surprise!"

"Why are you so surprised?"

It was Clerivan.

"Well. You were over there until now. Why, why are you doing that, sir?"

I asked with a disgusting smile as much as possible.

"Come with me."

"Yeah?"

Larane and the twins who were next to him also tilted their heads.1

I am not wrong.

"I told you to go with me, Florentia."

What did I do wrong?

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"I'm also on my way to meet Gallahan, so let's go along."

"Okay..."

I am also.

Not only me, but the kids around me nodded as if convinced.

Larane wondered if the small sweeping of her chest would cause me to be dragged by Clerivan and cause a soul.

"Hmm."

Clerivan narrowed his eyes for a moment as if he was not greedy for everyone's reaction.

"Well, then shall we go?"

"Okay! Go!"

The twins noticed their stinging eyes and then got up quietly from their seats.

"Goodbye!"

Then, before even catching him, he greeted him and ran away.

"Hi, Florentia. Good-bye, sir."

Larane quickly greeted him like she would fall behind and moved away from us.

Bellsach, who was waiting for his sister at the doorway, looked at me once and saw me following Clerivan.

Everyone is so scared of Clerivan.

Of course, he wasn't that rounded personality, and although his eyes were a little bit spicier than others.

I looked at Clerivan.

"Well, I don't understand."

It's definitely a handsome face because he doesn't smile and has a strong cold impression.

Of course, I can concentrate on the lecture well because the content is good, but there are also some because Clerivan is handsome.

Everyone is so scared of Clerivan.

"Is that right, sir?"

Clerivan shrugs at me.

"I do not know. I think the lady is a little special, but."

"Is that so?"

Clerivan did not answer anymore and took the lead.

However, I didn't like to walk away alone because I couldn't catch up.

Rather, I walked slowly, looking like I had come out for a walk.

He holding back. It is to consider myself, who cannot walk as fast as an adult.

Look at this

This person is such a good person.

"Ha-am."

I tried to put up with it, but I finally yawned out.

I saw two people in a meeting eagerly, stealing the tears running in the corners of their eyes.

"But then, isn't it no longer a business for the common people?"

My father said dissatisfiedly to Clerivan.

"This price is a price that a commoner with a little money can afford."

Clerivan replied in an easy-going voice.

"Yes. It's a price that only those with money can afford. That's what I mean."

"The focus of this business is not in terms of price. Quality. It's in quality."

"No matter how good quality it is, what's the use of it if people don't buy it?

For a while already, the meetings have been spinning around.

At first, I was surprised too.

He said that he was a person who could be such a passionate person for something.

Until the meeting started, my father, who seemed to be struggling with Clerivan, suddenly took off his appearance and was fighting with Clerivan.

But if my father was like fire, Clerivan was like ice.

He was calmly and frankly refuting my father's burning idea and pouring cold water.

Of course, that is why the two become a good match.

Between my chin on the table and flipping the crumbs with my nails, my father and Clerivan also fell into a lull.

"Let's take a break."

"Woo."

My father's face, sighing while touching his eyes, looked very tired. I approached carefully and asked.

"Dad, are you okay?"

My father laughed weakly at my question and sat me on his lap with a shout.

"Tia."

"Yeah?"

"Can Dad do it well?"

Well, the business he is doing right now is quite different from my father's natural personality.

Last time, the Coroi cotton project was the same, but at that time, everything happened to me.

But this time it was different.

This project was led by my father from start to finish.

Even the Lord was like that.

It is not the money with Lombardi's label, but the money that an individual named Gallahan has collected so far.

Of course, even if this business fails, it is possible because I am a Lombardy person who has no difficulty in living and can eat for a lifetime.

"Cheer up dad."

Even though the words of a familiar nursery rhyme were spoken, I patted my father's shoulder with sincerity.

"It's cool to say that it's pre-made for someone to wear!"

I deliberately raised my hands and shouted exaggeratedly.

Yes.

In a word, the business that my father is planning now was a 'ready-to-wear business'.

It was the idea that he got when he made a prototype for the promotion during the last Coroi cotton project and gave it to the nobility.

You might think it's just a general apparel business, but the important thing is that there is no concept of 'ready-to-wear' here yet.

People here usually go to the dressing room to tailor their clothes.

It's a pretty convenient system for those who buy clothes.

Professional costume designers and tailors, with many experiences, visit the waiting room, and everything is solved at once.

Through consultation with a designer, I can make clothes in the shape I want using the fabric I want.

Since it is made to fit my body, there is no need to worry about it.

But that's why it's expensive.

Even the nobles are not as financially capable as they are, and clothes are treated quite preciously.

This is especially true for dresses that are colorful and delicate enough to wear when attending a banquet or social event because the material cost is not high.

Even the nobles are not free from clothes, but the commoners are ugly.

Those who can afford it look for inexpensive dressing rooms for the commoners, but if not, they make their own clothes at home.

Because the clothes are made while taking off the fabric, the mother's skill sets the quality of the clothes of the household, creating a situation where it is impossible to laugh.

Because of that, I was told that poor people often do not wash their clothes because they fear they will break if they rub their clothes frequently.

In this situation, my father's idea is really groundbreaking.

When I first heard of it, I really thought that my father was a huge genius.

It is far more difficult than expected to see something too natural from a completely different perspective.

Well, even if Clerivan quickly got on the boat, he said everything.

"We can no longer postpone setting the price."

Clerivan said, signaling the end of the break.

"There are quite a lot of things to consider, such as the cost of ordering the craftsman's guild, the price of making the pattern of the costume, and the cost of building materials."

I got down from his lap and sat down on the chair next to them so they could talk comfortably.

At that time, my eyes and Clerivan's eyes meet.

It was the same as usual, but it was a different look.

But it's also for a while.

With a single blink of an eye, the color disappeared.

Did I see it wrong?

"Gallahan, please listen carefully."

Clerivan, who turned his gaze away from me, said to my father.

"Gallahan. When I said that the store should be placed on the Heslot market, not Sedakyuna, it was the judgment that the commoners would be more open to new ways of purchasing than the nobles."

"But..."

"This project should be directed toward those who want luxury, even among the commoners."

Huh? Wait a minute.

I looked at Clerivan in amazement.

This isn't it?

But Clerivan is serious.

There seemed to be no time for jokes to enter the eyes of my father.

"Hmm"

My father began to think very carefully about Clerivan's appearance.

"It's a luxury product."

No! father! That's not it!

"Yes, it should be a business for those who use the Hasslot market but can use their own tons of money for something new."

No, what's wrong with Clerivan!

I was embarrassed, so I started sweating behind my back.

"Is it right to raise the price ..."

Finally, my father wears his hand and complains. You've been doing well so far!

This project should target the average middle class among the common people.

So naturally, the price should be set at a lower price to make sense.

A capable person will try new things to avoid the trouble of making his own clothes, but will not choose cheap clothing over tailored clothing in a clothing store.

Clothes for special occasions will still fit all the time, but those who are willing to buy ready-to-wear clothes cheaply know that the designs can overlap with the everyday clothes they wear every day.

"Think carefully."

It was Clerivan I believed! You are trying to lead my father the wrong way.

I waited until the end of the conversation.

May either my father or Clerivan notice the blind spots of this opinion.

However, the moment my father opened his mouth after deep consideration, he had to intervene.

"Then, as expected, raising the price..."

"Well, but I would hate it!"

As I hurriedly shouted, my father, looked at me with amazement.

I can't help it.

I said as much as possible.

"Isn't it that someone else might wear the same clothes as me? So I'm just going to buy clothes that match only with mine!"

"Is that so?"

"Because I originally bought clothes in the dressing room!"

He nodded a little, saying, "That's right."

"So I think I need to lower the price of clothes. So that you can buy it easily and wear it comfortably."

As usual, I just wanted to give you a hint, but I couldn't take the risk of going wrong again.

I looked at my father and said in a strong tone.

"And among the commoners, there are more people without money than the rich, right?"

In a word, it means the market is bigger.

Of course, there is little profit left from selling a suit, but we shouldn't ignore it.

The advantage of the early ready-to-wear was right there.

"I think Florentia's words make sense. What do you think, Clerivan?"

My father looked back at Clerivan as if asking for an opinion.

I also turned my head towards him with my father.

And I saw

The laughter spreads on Clerivan's face like in slow motion.5

It wasn't just laughing lightly as if passing by.

It wasn't even the usual cold ridicule laugh.

It was a bright smile that was really happy and laughed.

"Kee, Clerivan-nim?"

I heard my father's confused voice.

I was surprised too.

This is the first time I have ever seen a person named Clerivan Pellet laugh like this in my previous life.

No, I didn't even know in my dreams that he was a person who could smile brightly in this way.

Clerivan was still smiling, disregarding the astonishment beyond our surprising face.

And I was at the end of his gaze.

Surprised by Clerivan's picturesque smile, I had no time to think about it.

At that time, from the seat I was sitting on, Clerivan came up to me.

Flinch.

Surprised, I stiffened for a moment, but I didn't do anything about it.

Clerivan just walked to me and Clerivan knelt in front of me and lowered himself.

It happened before my embarrassed father even said anything.

And it was my sleeves where Clerivan's fingertips touched.

To be precise, it was a ribbon on the sleeve. The knot was loose and the string was fluttering without knowing when it was released.

Clerivan grabbed the end without saying anything.

Long white fingers made a fluttering sound, making pretty knots, and quickly made a nice ribbon.

"Go, thank you... ... ."

Clerivan laughed as he looked up at me in my small voice.

"Good words, young lady."1

I couldn't take my eyes off that face.

Because those finely folded eyes seem to contain more meaning than I see.

A little while ago, something seemed to have changed in him.

I sat down looking at Clerivan like that.

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The kitchen of the Lombardy mansion was noisy from the dawn.

This was because today is a day for the immediate family of Lombardy to gather together and have lunch.

My father, who seemed to have no time to breathe because he was busy, was at home without going to work today.

It was because I couldn't be late for a family meal after a long time.

In fact, in any case, it was the grandfather's command to take the 'family-like appearance' between families as important as Lombardy's business thrives.

Thanks to this, our family, who skipped breakfast and did a simple trick to soothe her stomach, borrowed the hands of the employees to dress it up.

It seems that other families are hiring people to help with their decorating, but we didn't feel the need to do that.

Sometimes when such an important day came, it was enough to get help at that time.

"Our Tia is getting prettier day by day!"

My father smiled and said to me in the mirror.

I did not say anything of humility.

It's pretty even when I see it with my own eyes.

"Dad is so cool too!"

These are not empty words either.

My father, dressed up for a long time, is so cool that my eyes are rounded.

It is even better to see a family who resembles each other like this.

Probably more so in the eyes of others.

You can see that the maids who helped us to make up our clothes couldn't take their eyes off my father and me with their red faces.

Lombardy sometimes looks better than anyone else just by trimming it like this, so do you really need to have a separate employee?

My shoulders shrug.

"Come on, let's go, Tia."

I walked holding a large hand that tenderly extended toward me.

Father's hands were big and warm.

The weather was very sunny, and the bright sunlight seemed to gently melt the interior of the splendid Lombardy mansion.

Everything felt perfect.

Until I arrived at the banquet hall, Eleanor Hall, and opened the door.

"Did you come?"

The butler waiting at the door greeted us politely.

But the place where my gaze went was the other Lombardy people who came and sat behind it.

Seeing that the top seat was empty, it seemed that grandfather had not yet arrived.

Ugh. I don't want to go in.

Instinctively, I soothed my legs trying to step backward, but I walked to the table as my father led me.

As I got closer, I saw their familiar faces.

To be precise, they were all faces that looked twenty years younger than the ones in my memory.

Even though they are all like angels at first glance, they are wearing colorful clothes and beautiful appearances.

I know that the inside is empty or darkly colored.

Viese, who was sitting at the top of the seat, looked at me as if he felt my gaze.

Honestly, as Lombardy's bloodline, as much as my father and the brother, his appearance is not ugly.

However, I really hate the greed that was filled in my eyes that day.

Woowook.

I wasn't feeling well, so I quickly looked away.

"Come on, Tia is here with other cousins."

The table was divided into adult's and children's tables.

It was fortunate for me.

I couldn't seem to get any appetite when I saw Viese or his wife, Seral, who could still feel the gaze looking at this side.

"Tia!"

"Sit here next to us!"

The twins who had come first greeted me with chatter as usual.

"Okay. The two will take good care of Tia."

"Do not worry!"

He responds energetically.

My father smiled warmly to see if he was relieved.

"See you soon, Tia."

My father, who said goodbye and kissed my head, soon moved away to the table over there.

In the seats where both pairs were sitting, only my father looked a little lonely alone.

With a small sigh, I turned to sit down.

"Tia will be sitting next to me!"

"No! It's my seat next to me!"

The twins were arguing over me.

Father, who cares who?

Always good friends and a good way to Gilliu and Mayron often quarrel over my problems.

"Now, two people. Don't fight."

I've been reading all over, but the twins who had already gotten sick didn't seem to be able to hear my voice.

"It's my turn this time!"

"Where is that?"

The voice gets louder and more.

This was when I intervened between the two energetic people because it seemed that the attention would really be focused.

"Gilliu. Mayron."

As someone walked into the banquet hall, the twins' names were called in a harsh voice.

It was Vestian Schuls, the father of the two.

The smile didn't disappear from the face that was approaching with a big step, but the atmosphere was unclear.

"What are you doing loudly?"

And Vestian's gaze approached me.

"You are again."

Yes?

Vestian's attitude is strange.

The attitude is completely different from when I was with Aunt Shananet.

He glances at me as if he were seeing a headache, and he even pushes his shoulders out of sight.

It was a light gesture, but my body took a step back due to the power of an adult.

Vestian, who removed me from the twins' side, told the sons.

"Didn't father tell you that you should be polite at today's family gatherings?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry... ... ."

The twins, who became gloomy as they were scolded, bow their heads.

"Yes, I trust you."

Vestian said that for the last time and walked to the table over there.

"Haha, sorry. I'm late!"

It was a pleasant voice that I could not imagine the person who looked down at me coldly a while ago.

Yes, that's what I know of Vestian Schults.

As if I had dreamed for a while, I sat down next to the twins who had quietly returned to their seats.

Of course, the two returned with their usual playful faces, wondering when they were depressed.

I asked them carefully.

"Hey, you know. Did I do anything wrong?"

The twins tilted their heads at my question.

"Just before, Vestian-nim..., Because I think he is a little angry with me ."

Only then the two nodded, saying 'Ah'.

Then he noticed his surroundings and answered me.

"It's not that Tia was wrong."

"Because my father originally hated cousins."

"The cousins... Do you hate it?"

It wasn't easy to understand what I meant.

"Yeah. My father said he hated Lombardy."

Gilliu hesitates and says.

"What do you do if you say that!"

Mayon was frightened and scolded Gilliu.

"But, Tia is okay."

"Yes, but... ."

"I won't tell anyone. Don't worry."

I said to reassure them.

Mayron was relieved as if he had become more comfortable with my promise.

And whispered in a small voice as if making excuses.

"Father doesn't like us playing with Tia either."

"Okay? Aunt Shananet knows that?"

Not surprisingly, the twins shook their heads at the same time.

"My father said it was only the secrets of the men of the Schults family."

The Schults family men.

Obviously, the twins using Lombardy's name or the last name were not changed, but it was not appropriate for Vestian, who introduces himself as 'Vestian Lombardy', of course.

I turned my head and glanced at the table where the adults were sitting around.

'Ha ha ho ho' laughter was flowing about what kind of joke Vestian made.

However, there is no lie in the words of the twins and the touch that pushed me away.

However, the smile of Shananet, who was holding Vestian's hand and laughing together, did not show any expression.

Shananet, as I know it, she was a person who would rather go neatly than perform such actions.

As in previous life.

But one thing is for sure, that Vestian Schults might not be the kind of carefree son-in-law I was thinking of.

It was then.

A rumbling voice came from across the large table.

"Hey, half."

Ah. It's been a long time again.

When I looked away, I saw Belsach laughing at me.

It bursts and seems to have been dying for a while.

Today, my face is full of unfortunate laughter.

I can't grind the thread for the needle.

Even today, Astalliu, who is sticking to Belsach's side, also seemed to be steadfast.

"Hey, can't you hear me calling?"

When I didn't answer, Belsach growled in an even harsher voice.

But do people say that the dog is barking?

I focused on breaking bread before meals as if I couldn't hear anything like that.

"That girl is really..."

Belsach, who was getting even more feverish, groaned and looked around.

Then, he took one of the green grapes in front and threw them at me.

Tuk.

A green pill that fell on my face rolled over the white tablecloth.

You were still less beaten.

I had no intention of being patient.

I was thinking of paying back the same.

So, I grabbed the three freshly opened green grapes in one hand.

But before I even threw it, something blew up in Belsach's face.

Squash!

Buttered bread pretended to stick to Belsach's face, and slowly slipped down.

"Fuha!"

I smiled and looked at the side where the bread had been blown away.

It was Mayron, who still had a knife in his hand that had been buttered.2

"What are you doing with this now? Ugh!"

Belsach, who had peeled the bread from his face, became angry, but another piece of bread flew away, this time sticking to the other face.

Needless to say, it was Gilliu's work.

"Well, what! Why are you two doing that?"

Belsach shouted unfairly as she wiped her greasy face with a napkin.

"You threw the fruit at Tia first, right?"

"So you thought you were playing while throwing food, right?"

As the twins talked, they scornfully sarcastic.

Belsach groaned through the door.

"I played with that lowly one, and both changed! Again, this is why I have to get along with the right person!"

However, the twins listened to the words and rubbed their ears with their fingers.

Belsach disassembled for a while, then said with a bloody smile.

"You two, would you like to see me well?"

What is he saying?

It could have been just dismissed as Belsach's common buzz, but there seemed to be something.

It was even more of an elated attitude.

Belsach said, looking at me and the twins.

"From now on, I have been granted permission from my grandfather to go to the Imperial Palace once a month. With a special request from Her Highness the Empress"

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Oh, is this the beginning? I searched my memory.

Right. It seems to have been around this time in my previous life.

Belsach started to enter the Imperial Palace in earnest as a playmate of the First Prince.

In fact, it starts because Astana and Belsach were not so close.

Astana regards Belsach as an annoying trembling thing, but there is no real friendship.

It was quite a political intention.

"Aren't you envious?"

Belsach said, shouting at me and my cousins at the table.

"No."

"I don't envy anything."

"Why would I be envious of playing with that guy who is not kind and has a dirty personality?"1

"He was act mischievous to Tia as well."

The twins replied in a deep tone.

Perhaps the two are sincere.

It's funny for Lombardy's children, First Prince was not such an attractive object of play.

But would other noble families do the same?

"Huh. lie. Everyone was envious!"

Perhaps he had already boasted in several social gatherings.

And that's what Viese and Seral wanted.

Of course, it wasn't just to groan in front of people.

Rather, it was to show that the relationship between the First Prince, that is, the empress and the Viese couple, was so close.

"So half, you."

Belsach said, pointing me with a pointed fork.

"Wouldn't it be better to listen to me well in the future? Be as docile as before."1

What did you say, that idiot?

Anyway, I am not envious of any acquaintances with the First Prince, who will be brought down by the hands of Second Prince and sent to the battlefield.

However, I hated seeing Belsach's elated appearance, who had no idea of such a future.

I quietly buttered the bread without responding.

Plenty, plenty. Very meticulously.

And lifted it.

Flinch!

And Belsach, who was looking at me, flinched.

But I brought Buttered bread into my mouth as if to behold Belsach, and asked.

It is only then that Belsach's face, who has grasped the situation, turns red.

I deliberately spoke out loud, licking the crumbs on my mouth with my tongue.

"Chewy."

You can hear twins squeaking from each side.

It's a bonus that Astalliu's cry for Belsach is a bit disappointing.

Oh my gosh.

At that time, the door of Eleanor Hall opened and I saw Grandpa entering.

The grandfather glanced at his grandchildren and granddaughters sitting around and walked straight to the big table.

The adults who were sitting stood up and greeted the grandfather.

The family banquet was just beginning.

I quietly shut my mouth and listened to the conversation coming from the big table.

"It feels good to see everyone gathered like this."

Lulak said with satisfaction as he watched the children and their spouses seated around him.

Lombardy was on the good side with the current Lord.

Just as proving that blood and flesh are of no use in the face of power, compared to the unfolding of situations that other families can't even open their eyes to.

At least, the brothers haven't poked swords into each other yet.

And it was a disproving that Lulak still exists.

If the time comes when Lord is weak and the vassals have to think about the next generation, then it will be difficult for everyone to sit around the table like this anymore.

Especially for those who will become the next Lord of Lombardy, and of course Lulak himself too.

"Get some food."

Lulak ordered the butler.

After a while, more servants raised several silver trays.

"Wow, it's amazing."

At the back of the procession, the children lit their eyes when they saw the two male servants whine and come in.

It was big roast pork with a red apple in its mouth.3

The banquet hall was already filled with an appetite odor.

And the man dressed in clean clothes came in last.

He was the chef in charge of Lord.

For reference, Emperor Jovanes' chef was his disciple.

The chef, who politely greeted Lulak, took his own knife and cut the grilled pigs to eat.

I could see the chef's dedication to the house, how careful his hands were on each dish.

A plate was placed in front of the people, and the meal began in a rather free atmosphere.

Then, with a bottle of wine, Viese stood up and approached Lulak.

"I will serve a drink. Father."

Lulak nodded satisfactorily and took the drink of the eldest son.

Viese said as if everyone was asking for a listen.

"Thank you for allowing Belsach to enter the Imperial Palace."

It was Vestian who responded First to those words.

"I guess it went well, brother-in-law."

"It is thanks to my father."

Viese, quite resolutely, turned everything to Lulak's eyes.

"Without permission, Belsach would have had to wait months before he was eleven."

Viese was bitter, and he had a good relationship with Vestian.

It was also because Vestian was very good to everyone.

Of course, there was a bond between the two.

Lulak watched the conversation go back and forth, silently holding a red wine to his mouth.

"How glad your father made an exception for us Belsach."

Seral laughed, giving strength to the word 'exception'.

Lombardy's children are not free to act outside the mansion until they are eleven years old.

However, it meant that Belsach was treated specially so that he could go to the Imperial Palace.

"It's even an exception."

Shananet said quietly but coldly.

At the same time, Seral's long eyelashes trembled.

However, he did not rebuttal.

None of Lulak's children, the four siblings, can fight against Shananet.

It was the same with their spouses.

In the cold atmosphere, Vestian smiled and patted Shananet's hand.

Shananet was the most steely to her brothers, but only to her husband, she showed a particularly weak appearance.

Even now, she could just erase the cold expression and laughing at pretending to be unable to win and continuing to eat.

"There is no such thing, to be so loud."

Finally, Lulak opened his mouth.

"If there is a good reason, there is no reason why you cannot travel outside the mansion before you are old. Besides, you cannot ignore the empress's letter."

A subtle smile spread to Seral's hardened face.

"Please make sure that Belsach does not make mistakes in the Imperial Palace."

"Yes, father."

Viese replied with a smile.

"With this gathering and eating, the food seems to be more delicious today. Isn't that right, father?"

Vestian released the atmosphere with a unique soft smile.

"Yes, it is."

"It would be nice to gather like this often in the future! Oh, is it difficult because of the youngest brother-in-law? haha!"

Gallahan, who had been eating quietly on one side, opened his eyes round when he was mentioned.

"You mean me?"

"I can't see the face of the youngest brother-in-law these days!"

"Oh, I'm sorry... I'm busy with work."

Gallahan said, bowing his head.

"What's happening."

"...What do you say, you?"

Viese laughed, and Seral rebuked her husband.

However, that did not mean that the smile that quietly disappeared from Seral's face was not erased.

"It was noisy about opening a store this time, but what on earth are you doing?"

Viese asked Gallahan as if they were blaspheming.

It was a mockery enough to make other people listening, but Gallahan replied calmly.

"That's exactly what you said. I'm trying to open a small shop."

"Without family support?"

"Yes. I'm going to do it this time on my own."

Gallahan replied, saying thanks to the butler for filling his cup.

"So, is it to be put on the Heslot market?"

A small sound of laughter flowed from Viese's words.

Seral, Laurels, and Vestian shed it.

"I can't carry my face because of you, who I've been proud of these days. If I try to open a store, I'll be taking a seat in Sedakyuna. It's a Heslot market... Ohohoh"

"If you don't have enough money, would we lend you some money?"

Laurels asked like an older brother who thought of his younger brother.

"... It is not that I am running out of funds. Fine. Brother."

However, when everyone looked at his smiling faces, it was not an atmosphere to believe Gallahan's words.

Seral put a horse here.

"If you need a place to open a store in Sedakyuna, shall I talk to my family? If you need help, please feel free to tell me, Gallahan."

"It's really okay."

"However."

Seral exchanged eyes with Laurels' wife, Ronet.

It seemed that women had already shared this story with each other.

I can easily guess the contents, and Gallahan laughed bitterly.

"I have Lombardy's pride. It's a business for the common people."

Viese condemned Gallahan.

"In the meantime, people even going to say, 'Isn't it very much that I drive you out of the house.'"

"I didn't know that."

"There's no way a guy who doesn't even light a nose at a social event knows. Ah, even if there's no place to invite you, sometimes you should show your face."

At first glance, it seemed like Viese worried about his younger brother, but in the end, it was only words that looked down on Gallahan and raised herself, who was popular at social events.

"It would be better to think about making money from the business for the common people once again, Gallahan."

Viese said, dragging his tongue for the last time.

It was an attitude that completely ignored Gallahan.

Gallahan also has a way to get angry with Viese.

He just sat down and paired drinks with a strange face.

Viese and Laurels laughed, thinking it was because Gallahan had nothing to refute.

It was then.

Lulak, who had been dipping his mouth with a white napkin, threw out a word to see if he had finished eating.

"I'll watch, Gallahan."

Gallahan was also surprised this time.

He stopped putting the cup down and stopped.

At the same time, Viese's face was distorted.

Depending on how he interpreted it, it could be taken in a completely different meaning, but Viese looked at his father with glowing eyes as if it were just breathing fire.

Doesn't it sound like you're looking forward to Gallahan?

He was even feeling a sense of betrayal from his father, who had never shown such a figure to himself.

Gallahan looked at Lulak for a moment and answered in a calm voice.

"Yes, Father. I will try my best."

After that, the conversation started again at the initiative of Vestian, but they were only meaningless words.

Viese couldn't hide her displeasure and drank alcohol, and Gallahan only sat with a thoughtful face from time to time.

I wasn't the only one listening to the adult's words coming and going at the table.

At the words of disregard for my father, the twins were restless as they looked at my face next to him, and Belsach was busy giggling with Astalliu sitting next to him.

"Tia, are you okay?"

Larane, who was taking care of Astalliu's younger brother Vichy, looked at me and asked anxiously.

"What?"

"No, that's..."

Larane carefully reduced his words.

"I don't mind? Oh, it's delicious. I have to ask for more."

I said when I cooked the brown lean meat.

But really I didn't mind.

No, I was rather excited.

I hope the time passes quickly.

So, after my father's store opened, I was very curious about what kind of face those people would look like.

"Cook... ."

A little evil laugh came from my mouth.

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These days, the Haslot market has one new thing.

It was a large green building built on the central street of Heslot.

That expensive green dye was spread across a large building.

A small four-story building that was originally renovated from an old building on its site boasted a luxurious appearance that did not match the market a little.

So, among the people who used the market, there was a lot of talk about the purpose of the building.

Some said the building would be a luxury pub, others said it would be a luxury inn.

What the opinions had in common was that they all expected it to be a place selling very expensive items.

And today, finally, a big sign hung on the building.

Gallahan Clothing Store

People who were busy walking down the street would slow down while looking at the signboard one by one.

The signboards written in handwriting as luxurious as the exterior of the building seemed to suit the nobles' district, Sedakyuna Street.

"A clothing store?"

Hanson, who owns a large fruit shop nearby, muttered while looking up at the shiny sign.

"Isn't the wrong dressing room?"

Robert, who runs a bread shop next to Hanson's shop, came up and said.

"Okay. If it's a dressing room, it's a dressing room, I've never heard of a clothing store again."

"What do I know."

Robert grunted, disliked by the shimmery buildings towering among the shabby buildings.

"By the way, are you going to use all that big building as a dressing room?"

Margaret, a crockery shop right next to the clothing store building, asked as he joined the men's conversation.

"I will make this big dressing room in Sedakyuna. Someone built-in in Heslot market?."

Others agreed with Hanson's words.

But even so, they couldn't take their eyes off the dark green building.

It was then. The door of a closed clothing store opened and a young woman greeted the merchants with a smiling face.

"Hello!"

She wasn't overly decorated, but she was a woman with an appearance that made people who see it invisible and couldn't take eyes off her eyes.

"I am Violet, the manager of the 'Gallahan Clothing Store'! I'll be happy in the future!"

Originally she is a middle manager of the textile department at the top of Lombardy, she was now scouted by Clerivan and transferred to the group.

Dealing with all sorts of textile dealers from all over the empire, dealing with her stubbornness was as familiar as breathing.

At Violet's fresh greeting, the merchants nodded and shouted.

And Felicia, the hostess of the bakery, couldn't stand the worries and asked Violet.

"A clothing store is like a luxury dressing room?."

"We are a little different from a dressing room. Think of it as a place selling pre-made clothes!"

" The clothes you made in advance?"

People were confused as they looked at each other's faces alternately.

Familiar with the reaction, Violet said with a smile.

"The store opens in two days. Come see it once! You will be able to buy clothes for less than 2 silver!"

The people who flashed their eyes a couple of times at her words burst into laughter at once.

"Yes, man! Young people are good at joking!"

"How can a suit sold in a place like this be 2 silver! No matter how cheap you go to the dressing room, you have to pay 50 silver!"

"I have to give 1 silver only to remove the fabric these days!"

But Violet spoke seriously.

"Really. Look at the day we open our store. But do you have to come quickly?"

"What? Because things will run out quickly."

The people who laughed holding the belly button at her sincere attitude stopped laughing one by one.

"I, really?"

"Yes, of course!"

However, people still looked dubious.

Violet shrugs with a heart that everyone will know when the open day comes.

And she didn't forget to ask for it once again.

"Don't forget to spread the word around! The opening of our 'Gallahan Clothing Store' is two days later!"

Today was a day of class. And one more thing.

It was also the day when a clothing store named after my father was opened in Haslot Market.

Not only my father, who was nervous and couldn't sleep all night, but I also went out early in the morning and had a simple breakfast by myself, and I headed to the classroom a little earlier.

Because of Clerivan's schedule, there was a message that the class was a little faster.

Maybe in the afternoon, I'm going to go to the dressing room to check the situation.

The door of the classroom was opened after passing the familiar path.

Even though I didn't know about the twins or Belsach, the classroom was empty, where I always thought there would be Larane who came first to read a book.

"Am I the first?"

It's rare.

I settled down in the classroom without much doubt.

It was the place where I always sat with the twins.

But I heard the door of the classroom open again.

"Hi, Sir!"

I laughed wide at Clerivan.

It was a business smile.

When I laughed like this, it was Clerivan who always smiled at me.

But today something is different.

He smiles like a habit, but his hardened eyes look at me.

"Teacher, what's going on?"

Clerivan approached where I was sitting, took a small jar from his arms, and put it down in front of me.

"Did you know this product that is selling on fire these days as Lombardys business?"

"Hmmm..."

I didn't know how to answer.

It was because I made a conversation with my grandfather about the recommendation letter.

Besides, I heard that my grandfather collected Lombardy's vassal and even proudly boasted of it as my work.

So, it's okay to answer 'I know well'.

But it made me hesitate that I couldn't understand the intent of Clerivan's question.

Instead of answering, I looked at him for a moment.

Clerivan's eyes, whose pigment was close to light blue, faced my gaze in front of me.

"...If so, let me tell you what I think."

Clerivan said in a low voice.

"Other families don't believe the fact that Lord said in the last meeting he held that this ointment was made by a Lady Florentia, not at the level of pride of an ordinary granddaughter. I think I understood the will of the Lord as much as I gave it."

In fact, that's normal.

I am only eight years old now.

"But I know you well too."

"Me ...?"

"Perhaps the idea and method of creating this ointment was something you came up with. Estira just added technical awareness. Isn't it?"

"No! I just really helped Estira."

First of all, I tried to pretend I didn't know.

But, as expected, it doesn't work for Clerivan.

"Then are you saying that Estira invented the ointment?"

"Yes. All that matters is Estira..."

"She doesn't just sell medicine but put it in beeswax and vegetable oil to harden it. It's also mixed with hipsee."

"Because Estira is smart!"

"Of course I know that Estira has a brilliant head, but she, not the one who thinks out of the box."

No, when did you figure out about Estira like that?

Clerivan seemed to be convinced already.

The ointment was not made by Estira, but by my own initiative.

In fact, I have been noticing it for a while.

The day he had a meeting with my father over the price of ready-to-wear clothes.

Clerivan clearly knew that this ready-to-wear business was a business for commoner's customers.

At that time, it would have been to show his intentions, that he suddenly raised the price higher.

It was already a little while later that I felt uncomfortable in Clerivan's attitude.

But there wasn't much to say after that, so I thought maybe it was my mistake and went over.

Being raised in this way.

I asked with a bloody smile.

"It's only said to me that today's class has been pulled, right?"

Then Clerivan responded by raising the tail of his mouth as well.

"Yes. Others were told that today's class was canceled. I did it because I thought I needed time to talk to you. Please forgive me."

"You didn't have to do that. If you just asked, I would have answered."

Just like Clerivan did, I was just trying to think of him, not to take it to the end.

It was a little bit more than I had planned, but it was going to happen one day.

It's Clerivan Pellet after all.

It was rather welcoming that a commercial genius who I had to make him my own people at all costs came to me with curiosity.

"If so, please tell me the truth."

Clerivan said in a sincere voice.

At that moment I could see.

If I don't properly answer Clerivan's questions right now, I'm not going to get this genius's cooperation no matter what the future.

I put my back straight to get my posture right.

"First of all, the teacher's guess is correct. I made the ointment with Estira's help."

"Also..."

Clerivan's eyes looking at me twinkled.

"Then, is Gallahan's project also the idea of a young lady?"

"No, that's not it. My father came up with making and selling ready-to-wear."

"Ready-to-wear clothes. That's right. You can call it that way."

Oh right.

In this place where there is no concept of 'pre-made clothes', of course, there is no word for 'ready-to-wear clothes'.

Clerivan nodded as he looked at me with a face that seemed to be impressed.

I knew when he said.

"I have to lower the price. I mean, you're the one who goes beyond what I expected to do with my lady."

It was then, too.

I can't forget Clerivan's face, who laughed brightly.

It's even more handsome.1

"Actually, since the time of the Coroi cotton business, I have had a feeling."

"Well, from then on?"

A stream of sweat flows.

How sharp is this man?

"At that time, the reason why the business right was transferred from Viese-nim to Gallahan-nim was because of the lady. More precisely, it was because the lady suddenly dragged Gallahan to the front of the wagon."

My face turns slightly red with embarrassment.

Clerivan has been aware of it to some extent since then.

I feel hot when I pretended I didn't know anything.

"At that time, it was important to open the door to my father."

"I understand, that heart. Gallahan is a valuable talent to read only books."

After all, Clerivan has eyes to see.

It's the first time he ever praised my father in front of me, so I feel better.

Because it's already like this, I want to see him join my father's business in my name in the future.

But don't push too hard.

Clerivan was a talent that you should never miss.

Is my grandfather's talent collection wall inherited from me?

I wanted to make Clerivan my own, even at the moment, so I said, barely calming my simmering heart.

"Anyway, please pretend you don't know. I will try not to bother you.."

I was speaking politely to suit Clerivan's whims as much as possible.

Once I had successfully told Clerivan that I was an extraordinary child, it was decided that it was about this point.

And in the future, I was hoping to show better and better appearances, build trust, and make Clerivan my person.

But even before I finish speaking, Clerivan's face is grim and his sound hardens as if it were flying.

"...Teacher?"

"Why?"

Clerivan was disappointed with me.

"Yeah?"

"Am I still lacking?"

"What does that mean... ."

"I asked if the ability of this Clerivan Pellet wasn't in your eyes"

"No way!"

Whatever you are going to do in the future!

Apart from raising the top of the Pellets, Clerivan's achievements were beyond description.

In particular, after he became in charge, the chart at the top of Lombardy rose by drawing an almost straight line.

At least in commerce, no one can follow Clerivan's animalistic sense.

Clerivan, who was looking at me, bites the lower lip slightly as if he was resentful.

And he said to me in a slightly trembling voice.

"Please don't throw me away..."

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Clerivan's frowned face looked as if he had received a breakup notification.4

"Sir, sir?"

"If I was not enough to support you, I'll do my best. Learn more and gain more experience. So please reconsider."

He is the same person in the past, but this was so different from the Clerivan I know.

Clerivan did not break his pride in front of anyone.

Even in front of my grandfather, he always maintained a stiff attitude that he thought would be okay.

Honestly, I'm embarrassed.

I couldn't believe it, so I asked as if to confirm.

"So you're saying you're going to help me?"

"No. I'm asking you to allow me to help you."

"Why... ?"

My heart came out without my knowledge.

Have I ever done anything big enough for Clerivan to come out like this?

No.

Rather, it moved quietly and quietly, whether people noticed or I attracted attention.

But why does the Clerivan Pellet look like this?

Clerivan looked at me, muttering blankly, with a grimace, and replied.

"Because I saw the possibility in the lady."

"If it's possible, you mean the possibility that I'll be a smart adult later on?"

"No."

Clerivan shook his head.

"The possibility to save this Lombardy."3

It felt like I was stabbed.

In the future, I am running with a pledge to save this beautiful family that Viese is going to eat like a family member.

I have never spoken that thought out to anyone.

I barely took care of my facial expressions, and then came back with an innocent face and asked again.

"You are saying that our family is dying right now?"

At my question, Clerivan was ill and corrected his words.

"Not yet, because the Lord is firmly seated. But ..."

Clerivan, trying to explain something long, suddenly shortened her words and stared at me.

Then he said with a little bleak smile.

"You're testing me again, lady."1

And he said to me in a tone that seemed to have no doubt.

"Don't you already know, even my lady?"

Clerivan laughs quietly.

Oh, I'm not fooling him again.

I had no choice but to shrug once.

"You are saying that Viese Lombardy should not be the next Lord."

Instead of deliberately saying that he was 'uncle', I called the name Viese.

Anyway, except for Shananet, I didn't feel the kind of blood relationship with my father's brothers, so this was comfortable.

Clerivan didn't seem to care about that at all.

Rather, he was delighted to see what I was saying.

"You must be the future of Lombardy, my lady."

"What is the reason?"

"That's it, of course, Viese Lombardy is not suitable to be next Lord."

"No, not that one."

I cut off Clerivan's horseback.

"According to the teacher's words, it would be much better for me to take over the position of Lord when I grow up than for Viese to become Lord. That's not what I'm curious about."

I smiled like a habit.

"I'm asking why you believe in me and stay by my side."

"That's..."

For the first time, Clerivan showed hesitation.

I did not rush.

I just sat down and waited for Clerivan to clear up his thoughts.

"I'm originally from Dillard's family."

It was the first words from a carefully opened mouth.

"My father is Romasie Dillard, who is currently in charge of top Lombardy."

I knew it from my previous life.

However, only very few people really knew this.

So, it was all about the other families who had a deep connection to Lombardy.

Romasie Dillard never officially admitted that there was an outside marriage child, and the Clerivan did not say that he was the Romasie sons.

He was helping my grandfather with the job, and he only got to know it by accident.

Even then, my grandfather forced him to hold back.

Even though he knew that I wasn't the one who will tell the story to others, I asked him several times.

To that extent, the fact that he was an extramarital child raised in a shadow was a huge scar that could not be erased by his great pride.

But he was telling me his secret right now.

"When I grew up, my father wanted me to leave Lombardy to live independently. He will give me enough support, so he encourages me to become a bureaucrat in the Imperial Palace or go to other areas to make a living. That is the reason."

Clerivan's blue eyes looked straight at me.

"Because my loyalty to this Lombardy is great. More than anyone else in the Dillard family"

Then he added words like self-excuse.

"That doesn't mean that I have any regrets in Dillard's family. I also wanted to get out of the Dillard family and build my own territory, and I just want to contribute to Lombardy in my own way. But..."

Clerivan said, frowning his straight eyebrows, seeing what he really hated.

"It's true my respect for the Lord, but he's really bad about growing his children..."

I have no choice but to admit it.

The buds of his three sons are almost annihilated, and Shannanet, who can see the buds of Lord, is a daughter.

"Especially in the case of Viese, who pretends that he was already decided to be the next Lord, is his head filled with poop instead of brain...?"10

Clerivan, who was pouring out harsh words, noticed me and quickly turned away.

"So I was discouraged about whether I could work for Lombardy until Lord was alive. I was in charge of education because I wanted to, but the result is still the same. Then I see you."

Clerivan said seriously as he looked at me with his eyes dripping because he couldn't contain so much affection.

"I haven't achieved anything like this yet, but I am confident that no one will lose my loyalty to this Lombardy at least."

Honestly, it's a little surprising.

Clerivan, who was always ice-cold, had such a passion for the Lombardy family.

That is why, as soon as he became in charge of the top of Lombardy, he would have grown up the top like he was waiting for it.

And although it's a bit strange, the appearance of me from the past kept overlapping with the appearance of Clerivan.

He is doing his best with love for Lombardy, knowing that he will not be properly recognized because of his natural origin.

I finally made up my mind and opened my mouth.

"The reason the teacher hasn't achieved anything so far is that you haven't been given an opportunity."

When I said that he had been listening to it, Clerivan opened his eyes in a circle.

"But now it's different. Even though the beginning is just a clothing store, you know well how big a move my father's business will be, right?"

"Then why the lady sent Gallahan to me... ... ."

"I was expecting that the two of you would become a good partner. I could do something to my father and the teacher at once."1

"Okay..."

Clerivan shed a little groan.

I asked Clerivan again and again.

"Can you handle it?"

Clerivan Pellet even shows his wounds and wants to be my person, but I have no reason to push him away.

No, you shouldn't be crazy.

For me, who is still young and has no access outside the mansion, Clerivan will be my eyes, my mouth, and my feet.

It will also be my mask until I am an adult.

"It may be a little difficult to follow my future plan."

Clerivan's blue eyes shook like an earthquake.

"And above all..."

I finally asked the most important thing.

"Can you keep the secret?"

Until I'm ready, no one should know what I'm doing.

As long as possible, I should simply remain the granddaughter of the slightly smarter.

So that Viese doesn't feel a serious sense of crisis.

When I realized it a time, that I could be in front of him in everything, I would take place in the next Lord position.

And I saw.

The smile that brightened up as bright as the last time he tied the ribbon on my sleeves appeared on Clerivan's face.

"Please take care of me from now on, Clerivan."

At the change of his title, Clerivan shakes his shoulder once and then carefully kisses the back of my hand.9

"I will believe and follow, my lady."

There was no need for grand promises or oaths.

Trust me and follow me, just one word was enough.

Now that the conversation was over, I stood up.

As I moved, Clerivan quickly stood up.

Shaking off the slightly crumpled skirt, I said to Clerivan.

"Please tell my grandfather sooner or later. You want to give me in-depth education."

"In-depth education?"

It's like, 'Am I a girl?' It is a face that seems to ask.

"I can't have a secret conversation with Clerivan forever. There will be more and more things to discuss in the future."

It's a lot too.

"So, if necessary, tell me that you're going to conduct one-on-one classes on an irregular basis. Maybe my grandfather won't be against it."

Rather, I was happy and said, 'Hahahaha!' And laugh.

I walked toward the doorway, leaving Clerivan standing in the dark.

As I opened the door, I saw two employees walking this way from a distance.

I turned and shouted out loud so they could hear it.

"Then goodbye, sir!"

I even said hello to my belly button.

Then Clerivan came to his senses, saying hello.

"... ... Please go carefully, Florentia."

I smiled wider once more to do well and started walking.

Even I could see, my footsteps were bouncing.

I was humming even to the hum.

"Good, good."

I got Clerivan much faster than expected.

Now, what should I do now?

With Clerivan in my head, I was busy making a list of things to do in my father's business or at the top of Lombardy.

"What the hell is this about?"

The owner of the bread shop, Robert, was frustrated and looked at the people lined up in a long line in front of the Gallahan clothing store.

The long line that started right in front of the doorway crossed the pottery shop next to it and stretched to the shop next to it too.

All of the people in the line were women, but looking at the inside of the store all the time, he felt nervous.

"Now, we have prepared plenty of quantities, so please be patient and wait!"

The woman who introduced herself last time as Violet shouted loudly with her palms rounded together.

However, as more items were held in the hands of people coming out of the store, the faces of those who waited became increasingly sad.

At that time, a man ran out of a hectic store.

"Manager!"

The man with reddish-brown hair and pale white skin glanced at the people in the line, then immediately approached Violet and said a small word.

"I think we should set a limit per person. As it is, it will be less than an hour, so I think the number of supplies I prepared will run out."

"Yes, I can't help it. Do it."

I expected it to be popular, but it was such an explosive reaction.

She didn't know that she had to limit the number of clothes that people could buy because she didn't have enough clothes to sell.

Violet was running around without knowing that it was a difficult day, and she didn't know that the smiles of laughter would fall on the faces of the store employees.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled, and again gathered her hands in a circle and shouted out loud so that the person at the end of the line could hear it.

"To ensure that the purchase opportunity goes back to as many people as possible, you can only purchase up to two sets per person! Please understand! Two sets per person!"

Those who were greedy for her words complained, but the people behind the line were very happy.

However, despite the efforts of the employees, in the end, the clothing store had to close early, long before the closing time on an opening day.

And the popularity of the clothing store only got higher and higher without knowing that it would cool down the next day and the next day.

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Two weeks have passed since my father's Gallahan clothing store opened.

As a result, the ready-to-wear business was a big hit.

Even today, before the opening hours every day, all of the supplies were sold out and they were closing early, and the word 'ready clothes' was spreading more and more throughout the Lambrew Empire, as synonymous with Gallahan clothing stores.

It was impossible to meet the demand with the crowds of people, so some time ago, additional weavers and tailors had to be hired, three times the number of those who first hired.4

And now he was trying to find a suitable location to make a branch.

Many were amazed at the introduction of the new concept of ready-to-wear and the prices of cheap clothes.

But what was most surprised by the success of this project was the people inside the Lombardy family.

The people of the family, who thought my father who had a low presence considered as a timid youngest, who just liked to read books, were surprised and half turned upside down.

Some of the vassals said, 'Is that Gallahan the one I know?'

To that extent, my father's position was very different from two weeks ago.

Even today, the mansion was noisy from the morning because of my father.

It was not a place where everyone had to attend unconditionally like the last banquet, but it was an autonomous gathering for breakfast.

Over the weekend, the family of Laurels, who stayed in Ginefolk Street, his wife's family, and Vestian, who had been to work from early morning, gathered together.

I sat next to my father, ate fruit with a fork, and appreciated the faces of the people sitting around the table.

Grandfather laughed happily as he watched the servants busily walking in and out of the room.

"Haha! It looks so good. Isn't it, Shananet?"

"Yes, father. The employees are also very fond of it."

"That ready-to-wear is a very convenient thing, Gallahan!"

Within a few days after my father's clothing store opened and the boom hit, a large number of orders came in to buy several hundred pieces of the same type of clothes at once.

It was the Lombardy family.

They picked ready-to-wear clothes from Gallahan clothing stores as uniforms for employees working inside the mansion.

With that order, grandfather quickly became a VIP of the clothing store, and today was the day the clothes ordered were distributed to the servants.

Overall, the uniform, red or dark burgundy, was a dress that women could wear with their tops freely, while men could wear pants and vests with autonomous shirts as well.

Originally, a clothing store that only sold women's clothing had to make a pattern for men's clothing because of this order, but it was a large order to cover the cost.

"Thank you for the compliment, Father."

My father nodded with a slightly embarrassed face.

And it is this change that I like the most among them.

"How did you come up with such an ingenious idea, Gallahan."

Grandpa said to my father with a happy face.

"Hmm."

As the praise continues, Viese's face hardens more and more.

I pretend to be calm, but the sporadic swelling under my eyes seemed to be boiling inside.

Oh, it's fun!1

When the interest of the family and the empire turned to my father, Viese couldn't stand it.

I had to pinch my thighs in order not to laugh too hard while staring at such a figure of Viese.

"John."

Grandpa called the butler who was waiting next to him.

"Yes, Lord."

"What did the servants say? Did you like it as Shananet said?"

"Everyone is very grateful that they don't have to worry about their clothes anymore."

"Huh, yes. Good, good."

The grandfather nodded and said that he was very satisfied.

"If you have a problem with your clothes or need extra clothes, make sure to buy new clothes at all times. Is it possible, Gallahan?"

"Yes, yes. If John contacts the clothing store, we will arrange for delivery to the mansion at any time."

The butler seemed a little surprised by my grandfather's words, then bowed deeply with a smile.

It was an expression of gratitude and respect.

"Okay, and Gallahan.

"Yes, father."

"You did very well."

That was only one word.

A word of praise from the father to his son as if tossing it.

But the repercussions were great.

The actions of the people around the table stopped for a moment, and the deacon John also stared at my father.

"Hmmh hmm."

Grandpa also hurriedly continued eating while coughing as if feeling the reaction around him.

"Thank you, father."

I wondered if my father was surprised for a moment, and then replied in a small voice.

At that time, Seral said that she seemed to intervene with an exaggerated tone of voice.

"Now, in a few days, it's the day that Belsach visits the first prince, Father."

His intention to divert the subject of the conversation from my father to his son, Belsach, was abundant.

"What kind of gift should I bring?"

She wasn't really asking for advice.

In a word, she was asking for a suitable one of the 'family's' items.

Shananet, who couldn't know the insider's meaning, said, frowning at her fair eye.

"Wouldn't it be necessary for young children to meet for a while and bring a present to their play?"

"It's not just another noble child, but its the first prince, who will become the crown prince in the future? This is the first visit, you have to bring a present..."

"If so, choose a gift that suits your circumstances and go."

"But sister..."

"Serral."

Shananet's strict attitude made Seral cry.

Then he looked at grandfather as if asking for help.

"... Take the key from John the day before your visit and go."

The term "storehouse" the grandfather refers to is a safe located deep inside the mansion.

It is full of all kinds of treasures that Lombardy has owned for hundreds of years, which I haven't even seen in a few times.

It is a space with a total of 3 stories underground, and inside it is huge enough to get lost if you make a mistake.

In other words, when the grandfather said, 'Take the key,' he said to freely choose and present it to the prince.

It was needless to say that Seral's face became bright as if it had just lit up.

Shananet seemed dissatisfied with grandfather's decision, but no longer vomited.

"Thank you, father."

Seral laughed as he stroked Belsach's head sitting next to him.

Even then, her face seemed to be relieved a little.

Belsach was greedy with bacon, not knowing what the grown-ups were talking about.

After looking at Belsach for a long time, I accidentally made eye contact with my grandfather.

Then, the hardened grandfather's eyes were relieved.

After all, my grandfather likes me.

I chewed the deaf food in front of me as if I knew nothing.

"Haha... ... ."

It would be nice to just see the delicious stuff in the granddaughter's mouth.

"John, give me the keys."

Key?

Are you referring to the warehouse key?

Maybe Seral thought like me, and I could see she fix her dress and getting a key.

"Huh?"

But what the butler handed to my grandfather wasn't the warehouse key I knew.

And my grandfather called me.

"Tia, come here."

"... Me?"

Anyway, when he called, I walked in front of my grandfather.

My grandfather gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and held a slightly larger key in my hand.

"It's the key to the library that I had previously decided to give as a gift for your birthday."

"Library!"

I forgot.

As a birthday present, my grandfather told me how about the library, and that's great, but I told him to ask for a request later.

So I thought my birthday gift ended with it.

I need to use the favor soon!

Couldn't it be replaced by this one?

I got nervous, so I quickly asked.

"Grandpa, but I got something else"

"You take this too. This grandfather gives you because you like the book. Besides, don't you need a suitable place to have an in-depth class with Clerivan?"

"In-depth class?"

Shananet asked, looking at me and my grandfather alternately.

"Haha, yes! A while ago, Clerivan came and said, 'Our Florentia is so smart that she is ready for more difficult classes."

"That's great!"

Shananet stroked my head, rejoicing like his job.

"This library is only for you to use. So read a lot and learn a lot, Florentia."

"Thank you! I love it, Grandpa!"

I'm on purpose!

I screamed and hugged my grandfather's neck.

"This girl, heh heh heh!"

My grandfather seemed a little surprised, but soon patted me on my back and enjoyed the cuteness of his granddaughter.

It was truly a gift I received at the perfect timing.

I held the key tightly in both hands, hugged it against my chest, and shouted out loud.

"I will learn a lot from the library that was given to me as a gift, so I'll quickly become a great person!"1

After having breakfast and seeing my father off at the front door, I hurriedly grabbed the library keys and moved. When I first heard where the library was, I had to tilt my head.

"It's near my grandfather's office?"

"Yes, young lady. You can go there."

It was a gift to me, so I thought maybe it would be around the place where my father and I were staying.

"Why are there..."

"I do not know. It was decided by the Lord... ."

Well, the gift is the heart of the giver.

Excitingly, I headed to the floor where the grandfather's office was located.

My library was across two rooms from my grandfather's office.

And the moment I arrived, I could see why my library was set up near the office.

"Are you here, Miss Florentia."

Lombardy's knight, who was guarding my grandfather's office, looked at me and pretended to know me.

Probably, the security personnel guarding the office seemed to be restricting access to my library as well.

As my grandfather said, this library is a space that can only be used by me.

I nodded politely, then carefully inserted the key into the door and turned it.

Sweet.

The door opened with a small crackling sound.

It was a small space compared to the public library that everyone in the mansion could use, but there were quite a few books at a glance.

Except for the window, all three walls were filled with books, so it was quite cozy.

I closed the door behind my back and stepped step by step and stood in front of the window.

"I miss you."

I slowly swept the wall by the window.

Also, I looked around inside the library.

"We meet again like this."

It was very scary that it was a coincidence.

This room, which is now my own library, was my office in my previous life when I helped my grandfather to do office work.

I whispered a little while looking at the inside, which was a little different from the memory but still comforting.

"I'll be happy again this time."

At that time, I heard a small knock.

"Come in."

The door opened to my answer, and Clerivan came in.

"I have received a message, young lady."

Before coming here, I moved to the place of the in-depth class through a butler.

Clerivan had a thick book on one side as if he had really come to teach me.

The thoroughness of caring for other people's eyes was so clear that I said with a smile.

"Then shall we start class, sir?"

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Empress Palace of the Lambrew Empire.

Even within the Imperial Palace, the most splendid space was slowly starting the day until midday is over.

This was a normal thing because the empress, who usually cannot fall asleep easily, used to fall asleep only at dawn.

The empress's bedroom was dimmed with curtains to prevent the bright sunlight outside.

The wet-haired empress, who had just finished taking a bath, sat in front of the mirror.

The bedroom filled with the people, such as a maid who combed her hair down hundreds of times to dry it, a maid preparing a dress for the empress today, and a maid cleaning up the bedding from asleep.

However, the space was cramped and quiet.

Occasionally, they could only hear the Empress's annoying sighs.

Dozens of maids moved without making a single noise or footsteps.

But no one was frowning.

In front of the empress, they knew they had to be careful even breathing.

After a while, the empress's clothing was all over.

The empress laughed with satisfaction when he saw a beautiful woman sitting in the mirror that no one else could match.

"Go out, only you can stay."

The empress pointed to one of the maids who was organizing the underwear she had taken off.

As if it were familiar, everyone walked out of the bedroom, bowing their backs politely.

However, the complexion that stood upright from the servant turned pale.

It was because she knew well why the Empress asked to see herself.

"You."

It has already been five years since she had served the Empress right next to her, but the word she always called was 'you'.

The dark-haired maid, named Bella, had her hair tightened even further.

"Yes, Empress."

"Why is there no news?"

"That, it is"

Bella's eyes trembled anxiously.

"I bought it with my hand as clearly ordered..."

What Empress Rabini told Bella was simple.

To poison the food of second prince Perez.6

No matter how much her mother came from, she was definitely the son of the emperor.

To poison the second prince.

It was a work of anger, but the face of the Empress, who gave the order, was dry as if to pull out the weeds that useless.

Bella was so scared.

I didn't want to do something terrible.

However, she had no right to deny the Empress's order.

Bella's family, one of the many vassal families of the Angenas family, were poor nobles with one palm-sized manor in the western part of the empire.

Bella, the eldest daughter of such a family, was dedicated to the Empress by her father.

By the way, her father commanded that she should have served the Empress right next to her because she is the best looking and smarter among the brothers and sisters.

There was also a saying that she should not think about returning to the estate again for anything else.

Among the maids who attended the empress, the servant was in such a situation, and the lives and deaths of them and her family were all dependent on the words of the empress.

If you disobey the Empress's words to add poison to the food of the second prince, not only me, but all of my family will die.2

So she closed her eyes and started poisoning.

After the death of the second prince's mother, once a week, she took his food and brought it to the separate palace.

It has been a few months already.

However, the second prince has not yet died.

"If he lying on the bed every time you go, he must have the same poison, but... Why doesn't he die!"

Bella's face became sad.

If the kid doesn't die, he dies.

Innocent families die.1

Bella recalled the dull appearance of the skinny Second Prince.

Such a child.

If you die quickly, everyone would be comfortable.

"I'll add more poison next time."

The empress glanced at Bella's trembling shoulders and said.

"Go, thank you!"2

Bella's voice was light.

It was a feeling of relief that she would never die and that she had a chance again.

Empress, who annoyedly looked at Bella, shook one hand.

It meant to disappear in front of me.

It was like chasing even annoying bugs, but Bella was just thrilled.

As a habit, she laughed, stealing tears as she left the empress's bedroom.

That's good, it's really good.

It wasn't she that was dying, but she was really fortunate that no one was concerned about it.

"Here is a report on the sales status of clothing stores."

Clerivan handed me a stack of paper written in neat handwriting.

"And this is the result of a simple survey and the age distribution of customers you mentioned."

The last time I asked Clerivan.

It was an event where people who visited the clothing store were given a ribbon or button that could be attached to clothes and decorated by asking for their understanding in advance of answering a simple questionnaire.

Those who were regretful that they bought ready-to-wear clothes that were the same as others were willing to participate in whether they liked the small items that could be decorated with their liking.

"Definitely, there is an overwhelming number of female customers. And the age... Most of them are in their 30s and 40s."

"I wonder if it's because women who originally made clothes at home prefer to buy ready-to-wear clothes."

"I think so. Hmm.."

While I was thinking for a moment, Clerivan waited by the side.

No, it is not quiet.

Even though I didn't say anything, he was looking forward to seeing what I would say from my glowing eyes, and I didn't know what to do.2

"Yes, we are looking for a suitable spot in the same Haslot market."

"What does my father say?"

"Gallahan is in charge of the operation, so he is very busy... ."

Well.

If you've always read-only books, you're going to be busy running a business that's so busy.

It will take some time to adjust.

I nodded and said to Clerivan.

"Even if you are in a hurry, please pay attention to decorating the interior and exterior as luxurious as the main store. Because the price is cheap, you must avoid the image that the ready-made clothes are cheap."

"Yes, I understand."

"And if possible, I think it would be better to start with other types of clothes instead of the original women's clothes in time for opening the branch.

"You mean different kinds of clothes?"

"This time my grandfather matched the clothes of the Lombardy employees, and the sewing staff had the experience of menswear."

It took money to set up a new model and make prototypes, so I have to worry about anything I can worry about.

"Men's wear with a relatively simple design and less embellishment can leave a lot of margin on the clothing store."

"But the main customer base is women. Would it be okay?"

"Because the main customer base is women, I think men's wear will work well."

I said tapping the report with my fingertips.

Clerivan thought for a moment at my words and then struck her knee.

"Ah, if you're a woman in her 30s and 40s, you'd also buy your spouse's clothes!"

"Right."

"Of course, my lady..."

Clerivan is so thrilled that he can't speak.

It's probably the first time he has seen a smart Lombardy.

I understand that heart, Clerivan.

I reached out with a short arm and patted Clerivan's shoulder.

Then he reached out the other hand.

"You must also give the order form."

"Oh, here you are."

Clerivan put a stack of papers with all sorts of numbers in my hand.

In fact, I had no intention of paying attention to the details of the money coming in and going out.

There was only one item I was looking for in this complex order form.

"The margin ratio is significant?"

"Yes. Somehow, I did a lot of trading through the top of Lombardy and the guild."

Clerivan said proudly. It is natural.

The most accurate measure of ability is how much a merchant who sells goods makes a profit.

I turned over a couple of reports.

And finally I found what I wanted.

Also.

As expected, there is a need for a little adjustment.

"Please raise the wages of weavers and tailors a little more."

"Yes? Then the clothing store's interest rate will decrease."

"I see. But these people, after all, are Lombardy people, right?"

People who live on this Lombardy land, work for Lombardy, and pay taxes to Lombardy.

That's why it doesn't make much sense to save money for them and make more money.

"And if you raise your wages, the efficiency of your work will naturally increase. You will have to find more and more workers in the future. It goes without saying that it will be easy to save people at that time."

Clerivan raised his glasses and nodded.

"Okay, from a macro point of view, it's a way to give up a little margin right now and instead strengthen Lombardy itself."

After all, Clerivan is quick to understand.

Even if I didn't have to explain everything, he was reading the lines accurately.

In a posture of studying again, I got up from the seat and walked to the nearby bookshelf leaving Clerivan scrutinizing the reports he wrote.

I was worried that it would be full of books only for children because it was my library.

Last time he said, 'Because I saw you reading people from the south, the books were rather tailored to the level of an adult.'

There were so many interesting books that could be useful to me right now, and while I was searching through them, I suddenly realized one thing and asked Clerivan.

"Isn't it the day that Lombardy scholarship students will be gathering soon?"

"Yes? Yes, yes, but how did you know that..."

How long.

I called the Lombardy scholarship students who meet once every quarter as 'Lombardy Kids'.

They are people from all walks of life who have grown up with Lombardy's patronage, or more precisely, sponsored by my grandfather.

Clerivan is also one of them.

There are nobles and commoners, but what they have in common is a strong sense of belonging and bonding as Lombardy Scholars, and deep loyalty to my grandfather.

Since the Lombardy Kids are considered to be as powerful weapons as the family's fortune, Viese attended with the excuse of being present for my grandfather on the day they met.

"Where are you gathering this time?"

"The location was decided here for the Lombardy mansion, but I received a message that the date may change."

"Ok?"

It's unusual.

Since each of them has a key position, the date and location were usually set a few weeks ago.

What Happened to Grandpa?

It all depends on my grandfather anyway, so I had to watch it.

"Then will that person come too?"

She was small and could not erase the traces of her age, but at the same time, she had a tremendous presence.

"It would be great if you open your face in advance."

I muttered as I recalled the gray-haired middle-aged woman I had seen for a while in my previous life.

After my 'in-depth class' with Clerivan, I left my study.

Not long ago, Gilliu and Mayron started taking swordsmanship classes.

Shananet decided to exhaust the energy of the twins, which emanated enormous taste as the days passed.

It would be a good choice as they were two people who had been going to the top when the tournament was held in their previous lives.

"Because the weather is nice. Would you like to take a walk?"

In a little while, it's time for the twins' swordsmanship class to end.

We slowly stepped in to go to Shananet together.

And it was when we were on the path of a quiet road to the training center of the annex.1

phut!

Something flew and bumped into my face with a big sound.

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